Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

"Hahahaha, it's so fast, it feels like the wind!"

Steamed Bun rides on the back of a bipedal flying dragon, soaring freely in the sky 10,000 meters high, leaving two long trailing clouds in the sky.

"Ouch!"

The noodles under the steamed bun stretched out their necks and let out an extremely joyful howl. For the first time, he felt that flying at high speed was so easy.

"Shua——"

Suddenly, the whistling wind came from above, and Mantou quickly raised his head, only to see Singo also riding a bipedal flying dragon equipped with a "Sky Fire" suit, and the speed was much faster than him, like a red lightning flashing across the sky!

Singo first flew horizontally, and the wyvern's head was quickly pulled up, and the elevation angle was rapidly increased, forming a flying posture with the tail in front and the head behind, just like a cobra with its head raised and its head raised.

Immediately afterwards, under Singo's precise control, the device under the wyvern's wing armor spurted out turbulent airflow and brilliant flames.

In an instant, it actually somersaulted around its tail at an extremely fast speed, leaving a strange trajectory like a ring blade in the air.

Steamed Bun was stunned for a moment, and the smugness he felt just now was gone: "Damn it, this pretender can already do flying stunts?"

"No, Noodles, we can't fall behind!"

Steamed Bun gritted his teeth and hurriedly controlled the bipedal flying dragon. The steel pipe spurted out flames, and the flying dragon rose almost vertically, trying to somersault in mid-air.

But soon, Mantou found that he could no longer control the direction, and the airflow around him became turbulent. As a first-time driver, he could not find a solution.

Steamed Bun trembled all over and whispered: "If I go, the plane won't crash -"

Soon, they were bumping around in the sky like headless flies, and then they fell straight down, almost vertically diving towards the ground, and sparks were about to appear from the top of the wyvern's head.

The sharp headplate of the Skyfire Armor pierced the air, but now it became their death talisman.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa" The two-legged flying dragon howled in terror and fell together with the steamed bun. At this critical moment, the steamed bun pressed the emergency brake button.

Suddenly, the gravity reversal device under their wing armor was triggered instantly, causing them to rise into the air and float in mid-air just as they were about to fall to the ground.

"Hucha, it almost turned into burnt buns."

Singo's excited voice came from the intercom: "Steamed Bun, are you doing aerial stunts too?"

Steamed Bun had to maintain his composure and said awkwardly: "Ah, of course, I'm trying this. Uh."

"Vertical landing?"

"Yes, it's a vertical landing."

"Boy, falling headfirst to the ground is not called a vertical landing. Plunging headfirst into the ground is called an accident." Singo exposed Mantou's lies and mocked him mercilessly.

"You two, after you are familiar with the basic flight operations, it's time to complete the drill mission."

On the intercom, Huo Lan's voice was a little helpless. He could only use some "special means" to deal with these arrogant and domineering Starfallen.

He chuckled and said: "You must know that these equipments are only leased to you by the empire. They are used when not performing tasks, but the rent is required, which is one gold coin per hour."

Suddenly, the expressions on the faces of Mantou and Singo stiffened. In their ears, this was simply the whisper of the devil!

Steamed Bun's tone also became serious: "Colonel Holland, I will complete the drill mission right away!"

The two bipedal flying dragons flew rapidly in the air at an altitude of 10,000 meters. With the blessing of the "Sky Fire" suit, their wingspan had reached ten meters.

Steamed Bun stared closely at the display screen and saw a detailed map displayed in front of him, with black dots marking his location and several flashing red dots appearing on it.

——Obviously, that was their goal for this exercise.

According to the sight parameters displayed on the screen, Mantou continuously adjusted its course and speed to maintain a level flight, while the black dot on the map gradually approached the target.

Steamed Bun held his breath and muttered to himself: "It should be now."

"Click."

Steamed Bun pressed the throw button, and the bombs stored under the flying dragon poured out, falling one after another from high in the sky like dense raindrops.

"Whoosh——"

A piercing scream sounded, and the metal cannonballs pierced the air and were thrown towards the designated target along the preset trajectory.

However, Mantou didn't know that the targets that Huo Lan had prepared for them were a dozen dwarf rebels captured from the corners of the Feilong City who would rather die than surrender.

"You bastards raised by orcs!"

"Dwarves never surrender!"

"Let me go!"

"Damn reptiles, evil lizards!"

These brave dwarves were tied to wooden stakes with heavy iron chains. They were covered with wounds, but they continued to struggle and cursed Emperor Burning Ember and his followers.

"Hahaha, I know, you are scared! Because one day, His Majesty Zeen will lead the brave and fearless dwarves back!"

One of the particularly strong and stocky dwarves raised his head, and even in such a desperate situation, he still laughed heartily.

He is the former dwarf general and the leader of this rebel army - Vern Rockslinger, who is famous for hiding in piles of rocks to escape disaster.

"General Fern."

"We must rescue him! He is the hero of the shield dwarf clan! We must not let him be humiliated by those evil dragons!"

In a cave not far away, another group of dwarves were discussing how to rescue Fern from the hands of the imperials. They were already the last rebels in the Dragon City, or Avenderdan.

"Wait."

"Look!"

"General Fern, what's that in the sky?"

"Swish--"

Hearing the piercing scream, the dwarves raised their heads and saw a dozen pitch-black metal ellipsoids heading towards them.

"This is."

Even General Fern, who had never been afraid, had his pupils shrink.

He recognized that weapon-it was them that had taken the lives of countless dwarf comrades, destroyed their walls, and wantonly abused the mountains and land they cherished.

Amid a series of sounds that were much smaller than the usual bomb explosions, the bombs exploded, and the earth was covered with clouds of white mist-like gas.

Vern roared at the sky: "Imperials! Are you bluffing? You think you can scare a dwarf warrior with these!"

The next moment, his pupils reflected fierce flames.

"Boom--"

Before the dwarves on the ground could figure out the situation, the earth suddenly trembled, and the white fog burst into a roar that shook the sky. The high-temperature fireballs expanded rapidly, covering the ground within a radius of hundreds of meters, greedily draining all the air.

In just a moment, the dwarf captives tied to the pillars were engulfed by the flames and turned into charred remains. Even the chains on their bodies were melted and merged with their bodies. Some dwarves at the center of the explosion were even evaporated on the spot.

General Vern still maintained a provocative posture with his head raised, but he had turned into a pile of unknown products mixed with liquid metal and biochar.

None of the dozen dwarves survived, and not even a complete body was left.

Then, the high-pressure shock wave generated by the explosion quickly spread to a radius of 100 meters, sweeping the entire cave - and the dwarves who came to rescue were also included in it.

Even the thick rock wall could not stop the high-temperature and high-pressure bombing products. Under the impact of this force, the dwarves looked hideous and screamed.

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"Ah-"

"It's so hot! Moradin is above-"

In just one breath, the air in the cave was completely drained and turned into fuel for the fireball produced by the explosion.

Under the impact of the high-pressure bombing products of thousands of degrees, even the dwarves who claimed to be the sons of the furnace could only let their lives be taken away - no matter how tough their bodies were, they were still flesh and blood, and could not resist the war creations of the empire.

Afterwards, the researchers of the empire saw at the scene that the dwarves' buildings had become ruins, and the people were either scorched or suffocated to death, with heavy casualties.

The strange thing is that the bodies of the dead were intact, with no signs of damage from shrapnel, but their mouths were wide open, and they even bit their throats before dying. The scene was like hell on earth.

After the cannon execution, the Empire invented a more grand and deterrent execution method - bombing execution.

"Damn, it's worthy of being developed by those big bombers. The power is too exaggerated."

Looking down at the ground that was engulfed in flames and smoke, trembling violently due to the explosion, and with fireballs blooming one after another, Mantou couldn't help but be amazed.

[You killed the Dwarf Resistance Army soldiers and got 500xp]

[You killed the Dwarf Officer and got 800xp]

[You killed [Freedom Hammer - Fern. Rock Devoted].]

Looking at the dozens of information refreshed on the panel, Mantou was a little confused at first, and then a huge surprise appeared on his face.

"I just wanted to do a practice mission, but I actually cleared the boss? There are so many monsters, did I blow up the dwarf nest?"

"Well done, Count Mantou, you have successfully completed the empire's practice mission."

Holland's tone was full of a faint smile. In fact, the trick of using new bombs to execute dwarves and deter rebels was thought up by this hobgoblin officer.

In another sky, Singo looked down at the burning earth, the scorched camps, and the orcs wailing in the sea of ​​fire and smoke. He couldn't help but raise his mouth and whispered: "This is getting more and more interesting."

Ugo Prairie, Red Blood Valley.

"Waaaagh!"

"Kill them!"

The orcs crowded together, gushing out of the valley like a flood, their eyes were scarlet, their faces were full of fanaticism, and saliva was dripping from the corners of their mouths, obviously looking forward to the upcoming war.

These orcs waved their weapons, calling out Gruumsh's name, and more of them shouted fanatically: "War! We need war!"

Killing, fighting, blood, death

This is what every orc desires in their soul. These chaotic factors have even been integrated into their cells that combine plants and animals, flowing in every drop of their blood.

On the grassland outside the valley, there are mushrooms emitting a fishy smell everywhere, and under the umbrella, pairs of green claws break out of the ground.

Deep in the soil, in the cracks of the rocks, there are green mushrooms everywhere. They grow everywhere, greedily plundering the resources on this barren grassland, and transforming them into nutrients for the growth and reproduction of orcs.

"This is my legion! This is the power of orcs!"

Solo stood on the top of the cliff, looking at the endless sea of ​​orcs, his heart filled with pride. In his mind, there emerged the scene of tens of thousands of years ago when Gruumsh led his people to conquer the earth and fight against the dwarves and elves.

At this moment, it was just like that moment.

In the past, he always thought that Batu was the chosen one of Gruumsh, and only that chief was favored by the Father God.

But today, Solo only felt that Batu was an incompetent loser, and he, who had taken the black water and was about to bring a brilliant future to the orcs, was the real favor of God.

Thinking of this, Solo raised the bone spear in his hand and let out a thunderous roar: "Let's go, we will conquer Avendeldan and fulfill the long-cherished wish of our ancestors for thousands of years! Waaagh!"

"Waaagh!"

"Conquer! Conquer!"

The millions of orcs here are mostly produced through spore reproduction, and their age ranges from a few hours to dozens of days. They don't understand the so-called "glory of ancestors" or "glory of the Father God".

But they can definitely understand one word in their simple, crude and wonderful brain circuits: war! There is going to be a war, I think this is a good thing!

In war, you can tear the enemy into pieces, smear their blood evenly on your body, taste the sweetness of brains, and completely release the desires in your body.

——This is the most common idea in the hearts of the orcs. Even if Solo tries to put on a glorious coat for this, it can't change the fact that the green-skinned orcs are war maniacs.

Looking to the south, Solo is full of confidence. You know, he has two million troops! And this number is still growing rapidly at an unimaginable rate. To this day, even he himself does not know how many orcs he has under his command.

Even a powerful dragon will inevitably be defeated by the fearless offensive of millions of orcs, and will be hunted to death.

"Imperials, pay the price for your arrogance!" Solo painted rough runes on his face, raised the corners of his mouth, and revealed a hideous smile.

"Everything I see is mine!"

"Everything I snatch is also mine!"

"Every living thing I have seen can be killed!"

The orcs swept in, sweeping away the beasts in front of them like a whirlwind, and even lifted up the grass.

Although Solo tried his best to call on them, he still failed to let this group of green-skinned orcs form an organized army. In this way, millions of orcs sang the crude ballads they created and rushed towards the south.

The orcs thought they were about to experience a hearty battle and fight bloody battles with various enemies, but they didn't know they were about to welcome the empire's carefully prepared welcome ceremony.

In the distant sky, dragons wearing steel armor were flying with their wings spread, and the sharp outer edges of their wings cut through the air, making a sharp whistling sound. (End of this chapter)