"It's so exciting! I've made a lot of money this time!"
In that high altitude, looking at the dense experience prompt information that was refreshed on the panel, Mantou was so satisfied.
"I feel like I can't count anymore, one, ten, hundreds, thousands, ten thousand... Damn it, how much experience is this?" Staring at the numbers on the panel, Mantou even suspected that he was dazzled.
In just these rounds of bombings, Mantou killed thousands of orcs, and countless orcs were subsequently burned to death by the sea of fire.
Facing the extremely dense tide of orcs, the empire's various new bombs fully demonstrated their power.
Although most of these orcs were small minions with low challenge levels, they couldn't bear the sheer number and still brought a huge amount of experience to Mantou, enough for him to break through the tenth level mark.
Steamed Bun said to the intercom: "Xin Gou, how much experience have you gained?"
"Twenty-three thousand."
"Fuck, it's such an exaggeration. Why do you have more than me?" Mantou felt a little unbelievable.
"I have never seen the world. This is the efficiency of war in the empire era. You may not know that the high-ranking bishops of the Mechanicus have already been full of experience." Singo replied calmly.
Twenty-three thousand experience, this is the experience that can only 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, and listened to the unified command to drop bombs, and they easily gained these experiences.
If there were no version level restrictions, Mantou even doubted that he could reach the full level in this wave of Orc Lair.
Thinking of this, Mantou looked down at the orcs spread across the land like a tide, his eyes showing eager gaze, as if what he was looking at was not a group of savage and ugly enemies, but a group of walking experience babies.
"You have to take advantage of this opportunity - make more money!"
"Shua——"
The dragon wings covered with alloy cut through the air, making a piercing scream, and clusters of gorgeous flames emerged from the steel tubes at the end of the wing armor.
"Everyone climbed quickly and prepared for the next round of bombing, again with napalm."
The voice of the unit commander came from the earphones.
"Received."
Mantou, Singo and other flying dragon knights responded quickly.
Immediately, they skillfully adjusted the throttle, increased the angle of attack, adjusted the elevator of the armor, and controlled the bipedal flying dragon under them to climb toward high altitude.
These guys basically spent a lot of experience to exchange for the [New Riding Skills] proficiency. At that time, Mantou still felt particularly painful, so under Singo's urging, he spent 5,000 experience and upgraded the skill to +6.
But compared with the current income, this experience is simply not worth mentioning. One round of napalm bombing is enough to earn back the money. What Mantou regrets most is not maxing out this skill at that time.
Like Singo, this guy enhanced his proficiency in [New Riding Skills] to +18 in one go, and could perform all kinds of thrilling flying stunts as easily as eating and drinking.
"Ouch——"
The bipedal flying dragon continued to climb. It felt the pleasure of tearing through the air and the strong driving force behind it, and let out a long and joyful roar.
Steamed Bun muttered: "I don't know why, but I always feel that the commander's voice is a bit familiar."
Singo said: "You have met him. The commander of this mission is Curtis, the bishop of [Yuanhuan Order]."
"It's him? He's not."
"Curtis is familiar with the precise parameters of various types of bombs and has participated in the design of Skyfire armor. He is naturally qualified to be the commander of this bombing operation.
However, we still have to be careful, this is a paranoid with antisocial personality and a complete lunatic. ”
"Take it easy, be careful if he listens to you."
"We are using a one-way call and it is not a public channel for the aviation 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's voice suddenly appeared in Mantou's earphones, his tone was as normal as usual, and he seemed to mean something.
Steamed Bun was immediately frightened and quickly replied: "Yes, sir."
"This lunatic must have left a backdoor for himself in private!" Steamed Bun was sweating and thought to himself.
At this time, the bipedal flying dragons had climbed to a high point. Under the control of the knight, they changed directions and drew beautiful arcs in the sky 10,000 meters high.
Curtis' emotionless voice came from the headphones: "Keep flying level and throw napalm."
After hearing the command, all the flying dragon knights pressed the bomb drop button. In an instant, the bomb bay in the belly of the bipedal flying dragon opened, and bombs poured out again.
"Whoosh——"
The bombs fell like raindrops on the crowd of orcs, and then exploded suddenly. The explosion burst into dazzling flames, engulfing all the orcs around them.
The combustible substances on fire splashed everywhere like a goddess scattering flowers, gradually creating blazing seas of fire.
Another successful bombing.
Wails, roars, the roar of explosions, the roar of hot wind, and the crackle of burning flames echoed in this wasteland. Thick smoke enveloped the sky and shot straight into the sky, while several ferocious fire dragons were raging on the ground.
Those heavily armored bipedal flying dragons flying across the sky were like the scythes of death, swinging again and again, harvesting the lives of the orcs again and again.
This is a gluttonous feast.
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 and looked at the people passing by. The two-legged flying dragon in the sky 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. "Zolo'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 listen, 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, and then raised his spear and pointed at Evindeldan who was obscured by the 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, those 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-blooded orcs couldn't stand the unconventional 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, such a mutation can occur 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, becoming 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)