"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 above sea level, 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: "Holy shit, 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 surrounding airflow 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.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa" 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 enthusiastic voice came from the intercom: "Mantou, 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 smiled 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 must be paid, 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 the course and speed to maintain a level flight state, 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 still struggled 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 was discussing how to rescue Fern from the imperial people. They were already the last resisters of the Dragon City, or Avendeldan.
"Wait."
"Look!"
"General Fern, look at that in the sky?"
"Shua——"
Hearing the ear-piercing scream, the dwarves raised their heads one after another and saw a dozen black metal ellipses heading in their direction.
"This is."
Even General Fern, who had never been afraid, shrank his pupils. He recognized those weapons - they were the ones that claimed the lives of countless dwarf comrades, destroyed their city walls, and wreaked havoc on the mountains and lands they cherished
Amidst the successive sounds that were much smaller than the normal bomb explosions, those bombs exploded, and the ground was enveloped in clouds of white mist-like gas.
Fern roared towards the sky: "Empires! Are you bluffing? Just with these, you want to scare a dwarf warrior!"
The next moment, his pupils reflected intense firelight.
"Boom——"
Before the dwarves on the ground had time to figure out the situation, suddenly, the earth trembled, and the white mist burst out with a roar that shook the sky. The high-temperature fireball expanded rapidly, covering the ground hundreds of meters in radius, greedily. All the air was sucked out.
In just an instant, the dwarf captives tied to the pillars were engulfed in flames and turned into charred remains. Even the chains on their bodies were melted and integrated with their bodies. Even the dwarves at the center of the explosion were killed on the spot. evaporation.
General Fern 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 these dozen dwarves survived, not even their whole bodies.
Immediately afterwards, the high-pressure shock wave generated by the explosion quickly spread to a radius of 100 meters, sweeping across the entire cave - and the dwarves who came to rescue were also included.
Even the thick rock walls could not stop the high-temperature and high-pressure bombing products. Under the wash of this force, the dwarves looked ferocious and screamed in agony.
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"Ah——"
"It's so hot! Moradin is on top——"
In just one breath, all the air in the cave was drained and turned into fuel for the fireball produced by the explosion.
And being washed away by high-pressure bombing products reaching thousands of degrees, even the dwarves who claim to be the sons of the furnace can only let their lives be taken away - no matter how tough their bodies are, they are still flesh and blood and cannot survive. A war creation to withstand the Empire.
Afterwards, imperial researchers saw at the scene that the dwarves' buildings were in ruins, and the people were either scorched or suffocated to death, resulting in heavy casualties.
The strange thing is that the corpses of the deceased were all intact, with no signs of injury from fragments, but their mouths were wide open, and they even bit their own throats before dying. The scene was called purgatory on earth.
After the bombardment, the empire invented a grander and more deterrent method of execution - bombing execution.
"Damn, it's indeed something developed by those big guys. Its power is too exaggerated."
Looking down at the ground that was submerged in fire and smoke, shaking violently due to the explosion, and fireballs bursting out one after another, Mantou couldn't help but secretly gasp.
[You killed the dwarf resistance soldier and received 500xp]
[You killed the dwarf officer and received 800xp]
[You killed [Freedom Hammer-Fern. Rock Blessed].]
Looking at the dozens of messages that were 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 mobs, did I blow up the dwarf nest?"
"Well done, Earl Mantou, you have successfully completed the empire's training mission."
There was a faint smile in Holland's tone. In fact, it was this hobgoblin officer who came up with the technique of using new bombs to execute dwarves and intimidate rebels.
In another sky, Singo looked down at the burning earth, looking at the charred camps and the orcs wailing in the sea of fire and smoke. He couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth and said softly: "This is getting more and more interesting. ”
Ugo Prairie, Red Blood Valley.
"waaaagh!"
"Kill them!"
The orcs were crowded together, gushing out of the valley like a flood. Their eyes were scarlet, their faces were full of fanaticism, and saliva was hanging from the corners of their mouths, obviously looking forward to the coming war.
These orcs waved their weapons and called Gruumsh's name, while more of them shouted fanatically: "War! We need war!"
Killing, fighting, blood, death
This is what every orc desires deep 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 were mushrooms emitting a fishy smell everywhere, and under the umbrella, pairs of green claws broke out of the ground.
Deep in the soil and in the cracks of the rocks, there are green mushrooms everywhere. They grow pervasively, greedily plundering the resources on this barren grassland and turning them into nutrients for the growth and reproduction of the orcs.
"This is my legion! This is the power of the orcs!"
Solo stood on the top of the cliff, looking at the endless ocean of orcs, his chest filled with all kinds of pride. The scene in his mind emerged tens of thousands of years ago, when Gruumsh led his people to conquer the earth and compete with the dwarves and elves.
This moment is just like that moment.
He had always thought that Batu was Gruumsh's chosen one, and that only that chief was favored by God the Father.
But to this day, Zoro only feels that Batu is an incompetent loser, and that he who has taken the black water and is about to bring a glorious future to the orcs is the real god's descendant.
Thinking of this, Thoro raised the bone spear in his hand and let out a shocking roar: "Let's go, we will conquer Avendel Dan and fulfill the long-cherished wish of our ancestors for thousands of years! waaagh!"
"waaagh!"
"Conquer! Conquer!"
Most of the millions of orcs here are produced through spore reproduction, and their ages range from a few hours to dozens of days. They do not understand the so-called "glory of the ancestors" or the "glory of God the Father" at all.
But their simple, crude and wonderful brain circuits can definitely understand one word: war! There's going to be a war, and I think that's a good thing!
When fighting, you can tear the enemy into pieces, smear their blood evenly on your body, taste the sweetness of the brain, and completely release the desires in your body.
——This is the most common thought in the minds of the majority of orcs. Even if Solo tries to put on a glorious coat of majesty, it cannot change the fact that green-skinned orcs are war madmen.
Looking to the south, Solo was full of confidence. You must know that he has an army of two million! Moreover, this number is still growing at an unimaginable rate. To this day, even he himself does not know how many orcs he has under his command.
Even as powerful as a giant dragon, under the attack of millions of orcs who are not afraid of death, they will inevitably be defeated until they are hunted to death.
"Imperial people, pay the price for your arrogance!" Zoro smeared rough runes on his face, raised the corners of his mouth, and revealed a ferocious smile.
"Everything I see belongs to me!"
"The things I grabbed are all mine!"
"I can kill all the living creatures I have seen!"
The orcs swept in, sweeping away the beasts in front of them like wind and clouds, and even lifted up the turf.
Although Thoro tried his best to call, he still couldn't get these green-skinned orcs to form an organized army. In this way, millions of orcs sang their own vulgar songs and surged toward the south.
This group of orcs only thought that they were about to experience a hearty battle and a bloody battlefield with various enemies, but they did not know that they were about to usher in a welcome ceremony carefully prepared by the empire.
In the distant sky, flying dragons wearing steel armor are soaring with wings. The outer edges of the sharp wings cut through the air, making a harsh whistling sound. (End of Chapter)