Red dragon: in charge of natural disasters

"It's so exciting! I made a fortune this time!"

In the sky, Mantou was so excited when he saw the dense experience prompts refreshed on the panel.

"I feel like I can't count anymore, one, ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand. Damn, how much experience is this?" Staring at the numbers on the panel, Mantou even suspected that he was dazzled.

In just these few rounds of bombing, Mantou killed thousands of orcs, and countless orcs were burned to death in the sea of ​​fire.

Facing the extremely dense tide of orcs, the Empire's various new bombs fully exerted their power.

Although most of these orcs were small minions with low challenge levels, they couldn't stand the large number and still brought Mantou a huge amount of experience, enough for him to break through the tenth level.

Mantou said to the intercom: "Xin Gou, how much experience did you get?"

"Twenty-three thousand."

"Oh my god, so exaggerated, how come you have more than me?" Mantou felt a little unbelievable.

"You haven't seen the world. This is the efficiency of war in the Empire Era. You may not know that the high-level bishops of the Mechanicus have already been full of experience." Singo replied indifferently.

23,000 experience points, this is the experience points that can be obtained by killing a powerful boss with a challenge level of 15 or above.

But they just rode on the back of the flying dragon, followed the operating procedures, listened to the unified command to throw bombs, and easily got these experiences.

If there were no version level restrictions, Mantou even doubted that he could have been in this wave of Orcs' Nest to the maximum level.

Thinking of this, Mantou looked down at the Orcs that were all over the land like a tide, with eager eyes, as if he was not looking at a group of barbaric and ugly enemies, but a group of walking experience babies.

"We must take this opportunity-get more!"

"Shua-"

The dragon wings covered with alloy cut through the air, making a piercing scream, and clusters of brilliant flames emerged from the steel pipes at the end of its wing armor.

"Everyone, climb quickly and prepare for the next round of bombing, or use napalm."

The voice of the commander of the troops came from the headset.

"Received."

Mantou, Singo and other dragon knights responded quickly.

Then, they skillfully adjusted the throttle, increased the angle of attack, adjusted the elevator of the armor, and manipulated the two-legged dragon under them to climb to high altitude.

These guys basically spent a lot of experience to exchange for the proficiency of [New Riding Skills]. Mantou felt particularly painful at the time. Only under Singo's urging did he consume 5,000 experience and barely upgraded the skill to +6.

But compared with the current income, this experience is simply not worth mentioning. A round of napalm bombing is enough to earn back the original cost. Mantou regretted most that he did not directly max out this skill at that time.

For example, Singo, this guy strengthened the proficiency of [New Riding Skills] to +18 in one go, and performed various thrilling flying stunts as easily as eating and drinking water.

"Ah--"

The wyvern continued to climb, feeling the pleasure of tearing the air and the strong driving force behind it, and let out a long and happy roar.

Mantou muttered: "I don't know why, but I always feel that the commander's voice is a little familiar."

Singo said: "You have seen him. The commander of this mission is Curtis, the bishop of the [Source Religion]."

"It's him? He is not."

"Curtis is familiar with the precise parameters of various bombs and has participated in the design of the Skyfire Armor. Naturally, he is qualified to be the commander of this bombing operation.

However, we still have to be careful. This is a paranoid with an antisocial personality and a complete lunatic."

"You should be careful not to be overheard by him."

"We are on a one-way call, not a public channel for the air formation, so there should be no problem."

"Haha, it's not a good thing to talk about others in private. Please focus on the task at hand."

Curtis' voice suddenly appeared in Mantou's headphones, his tone was calm as usual, and he seemed to have a certain meaning.

Mantou was frightened and quickly replied, "Yes, sir."

"This madman must have left a backdoor for himself in private!" Mantou was sweating and thinking secretly in his heart.

At this time, the wyverns had climbed to a high point. Under the control of the knights, they turned around and drew beautiful arcs in the sky at an altitude of 10,000 meters.

Curtis's voice without any emotion came from the headset: "Keep flying horizontally and throw napalm bombs."

Hearing the order, all the wyvern knights pressed the bomb throwing button together. In an instant, the bomb bay on the belly of the wyvern opened and the bombs poured out again.

"Swoosh--"

The bombs fell like raindrops, falling into the group of orcs, and then suddenly exploded, bursting out dazzling flames, engulfing all the orcs around.

And the burning combustible materials were like flowers scattered by the sky, splashing everywhere, gradually creating a blazing sea of ​​fire.

It was another successful bombing.

Howls, roars, explosions, howls of hot winds, and crackling sounds of burning flames echoed across the wasteland. Thick smoke enveloped the sky and soared into the clouds, while several ferocious fire dragons raged across the land.

Those heavily armored flying dragons that flew across the sky were like the scythes of the god of death, swinging again and again, reaping the lives of the orcs again and again.

This was a feast for the gluttons.

Due to the extremely high density of the orcs and the terrifying power of the new bombs, the dragon knights did not even need to calibrate the parameters. Even if they dropped the bomb with their eyes closed, they could kill scores of orcs and cause huge casualties.

As the war has progressed so far, the orcs have not even encountered the imperial defenders head-on, and have only been massacred unilaterally.

"Great Chief, the magic power of the Ember Empire is too powerful. Should we retreat first and avoid the enemy temporarily?" On the hill, a clan leader lowered his head and asked cautiously.

Looking at the thick smoke filling the sky and the sea of ​​​​fire sweeping across the earth, Solo, as the chief, stretched out his hand, shook his head resolutely, and said in a heavy tone: "No, we must not retreat."

He raised his head, looked at the two-legged flying dragon flying across the sky, and said: "What a luxury. As expected of the country that captured North IJssel and the Alpine Kingdom, it allowed those arrogant spellcasters to do such a thing.

However, this intensity of spell bombardment cannot last long. Even if everyone on the back of the flying dragon is an archmage, they cannot release so many fire spells with high intensity.

We can completely use the lives of the vanguard to consume the opponent's spells and reduce the pressure for our subsequent attacks. "Zoro's tone was full of confidence.

But there was a special reason he didn't say out loud: there was no word "retreat" in the green-skinned orcs' dictionary.

Even if he gives an order, most of the green-skinned orcs who are fanatical about war will not obey, and will still shout "Waaagh!" and rush into the sea of ​​fire - not to mention that he himself has this kind of blood and knows clearly what kind of The rage that fills the heart.

Thoro knew very well that his prestige was far from enough to make millions of green-skinned orcs change their nature.

Most orcs only admire and fear his power, and regard him as the nominal "boss".

But if there is a chance to ascend, these green-skinned orcs with simple minds and well-developed limbs will not hesitate to swarm him and tear him to pieces.

Hearing Solo's words, the clan leader next to him suddenly understood and clapped his hands: "Yes, Warchief, we can use the lives of inferior orcs to consume the opponent's spell reserves!"

Another clan leader grinned and said: Anyway, these low-level orcs grow out of the soil, and their lives are even lower than that of grass.

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Zoro continued to look at the battlefield, then raised his spear and pointed at Evindeldan, who was obscured by thick smoke: "Everyone - that place will eventually become the territory of our orcs.

The Empire's spellcasters are indeed powerful, but can they slaughter millions of lowly orcs? The moment they run out of power, it’s time for our Red Blood Tribe to march! "

Then, Thoro stood on the top of the hill, waving his spear constantly, and roared at the green-skinned orcs: "My people! Keep charging! They can't hold on for long!

As long as the fire from the sky disappears, you can rush into the fortress and plunder all the wealthy humans and dwarves! "

"Waaaagh!"

Hearing Solo's words, the green-skinned orcs were greatly motivated. They waved their simple bone clubs and stone spears and rushed towards the battlefield covered in flames.

Orcs are never afraid of death, they are only afraid of being beaten without a rod! Nothing to rob, no one to kill!

In today's Red Blood Tribe, the green-skinned orcs born from the soil are called "lower orcs" and are despised by the blood orcs because of their large numbers and weak strength.

Some pure-blood orcs couldn't stand the untraditional behavior of "lower orcs" and took the initiative to abuse, beat or even kill green-skinned orcs.

In the plot of the previous life, Big Ya led the green-skinned orcs to launch a "bloody uprising" and massacred all the pure-blooded orcs, making the green-skinned orcs the orthodoxy of Fiantho, and set off the "orc disaster" that shocked the north.

But now, the emergence of the Ember Empire has completely changed everything.

"boom!"

There was another earth-shattering sound, and bombs exploded like raindrops in the sky. The sky and the earth shook violently, and the orcs howled in the sea of ​​fire.

The fourth round of bombing by the aviation regiment began, and the green-skinned orcs also let out a war cry and started a new round of charge.

Anzeta Wilderness, Dragon Blood Mountain.

The red dragon was lying on the top of the mountain, spreading its broad wings and blowing out a mouthful of sulfur-smelling white smoke. The other dragon crystals on its chest radiated thousands of rays of light, like the sun.

Cassius is still digesting the power of the sun god Amaunata.

And in that golden light, there was also a thick earthy yellow shimmer - that was the divine power left on the incarnation of Dumason when he came, mainly from the fields of earth, minerals and other fields.

Cassius directly sent his engineering team to dig out all the surrounding rocks, turned the strata upside down, and extracted the divine power from them.

At the same time, the red dragon's eyes were also flickering - he was using the [Heavenly Tribulation Dragon Eye] to observe the war on the Ugo Prairie, no, more accurately, it was a massacre.

From Cassius's overlooking perspective, the earth had turned into a prairie fire, constantly devouring the lives of the green-skinned orcs, but the orcs were still charging forward one after another.

However, he also keenly discovered that these orcs were gradually evolving!

While struggling in the flames, some orcs had spores attached to them, forming a tough protective film to block the invasion of high temperatures, but in the end the orcs were still burned to death.

Seeing this scene, even Cassius couldn't help but sigh: "Tsk, what a terrifying adaptability, it can produce such a mutation in just a few seconds.

Sure enough, this kind of unreasonable thing should be killed at the seedling stage. "The red dragon clenched its claws, and the joints rubbed against each other, making a crisp crunching sound.

In his memory, the green-skinned orcs transformed by the power of the abyss are complete war machines. The most terrifying thing is not their power - but their crazy will, powerful reproduction and adaptability.

Newly born green-skinned orcs are actually extremely weak, as fragile as plants, but soon their spores will multiply rapidly and evolve traits that suit the environment.

They are the product of evil gods and the abyss. They are species born to cause killing and spread chaos. They are also biological weapons in the true sense.

Originally, these orcs should have continued to grow and become stronger in battle, gradually evolving into terrifying incarnations of disaster.

It's a pity that they met Cassius this time and the Ember Empire controlled by the red dragon.

Looking at the battlefield covered in fire and smoke, Cassius' pupils flickered, and the power given by his bloodline spanned time and space, sending the emperor's edict to the hobgoblin general thousands of miles away——

"Droll, do it more cleanly. You must completely exterminate those green-skinned orcs. If necessary... you can even destroy the soil where they live."

At the top of the Flying Dragon City, after hearing the majestic and majestic voice, Dror quickly knelt down, his heart beating with hot blood, and his expression became extremely fanatical and excited.

It’s no wonder that Dror was so excited. After all, this was a decree personally issued by Emperor Burning Ember, and it was a direct transmission of the will of the great red dragon!

In the empire's vast and interdimensional territory, few people can hold such an honor.

Even his immediate superior, Imperial Field Marshal, Minister of Military Affairs, First Class Dragon-Blooded Duke Doro, rarely receives such oral instructions, which shows how seriously His Majesty Cassius takes this matter!

And this also means that Dror can take this opportunity to show off his skills in front of the emperor, and even win the favor of the other party and become a popular person in front of the emperor.

Dror knelt on the ground and said in a sonorous tone: "Yes, Your Majesty, I will definitely complete the mission and completely exterminate those orcs, leaving no one behind!"

When the hobgoblin raised his head and looked at the orcs coming like a tide in the distance and occupying the horizon, his golden eyes showed an almost condensed murderous intent, as well as a trace of deeply hidden greed.

For the glorious cause of the empire, for the great blueprint of the Red Dragon, and for my glorious future. You must die, Dror thought. (End of chapter)