"Boom!"
There was an earth-shattering roar, and another bomb exploded in the air. The flames created by the explosion devoured and burned everything around it.
The air was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder smoke and the fishy smell of blood.
The land became devastated, filled with craters caused by explosions, shattered shrapnel, and piles of charred orc corpses.
But at this time, the intensity of the bombing had weakened a lot compared to before.
After all, the flying dragons needed to replenish their ammunition, and during this temporary safe interval, the orcs stepped on the corpses of their fellow humans, walked through the sea of burning fire, and charged almost madly.
Even if the animal skins on their bodies burned and their feet stepped on the hot and red rocks, the orcs didn't care and just rushed forward.
Orcs often stepped on landmines and were killed on the spot. The lucky ones among them were still alive, but their legs were blown off.
There was actually an orc who picked up his bloody legs after stepping on a landmine. He crouched on the ground, twisted forward with all his strength, and roared in a low voice: "It's not over yet, I can still charge."
"Waaaagh!"
Just hearing a war cry from behind, the orcs swarmed forward, desperately stepping on the corpses of their companions, while the disabled orc lying on the ground was directly trampled into a pulp.
The deaths of their kind not only did not make them fearful, but instead made them more violent and excited - the spores that filled the air became the best catalyst for the orcs.
"Let's go! Those big birds have no eggs!"
"I'm going to tear them apart! Stew these guys into broth! My little brother will die in the fire!"
"For Gruumsh!"
Fanatical war cries echoed in the wasteland, and the orcs regrouped and marched toward Avendeldan—or the capital of flying dragons.
After paying nearly 100,000 casualties, the orcs finally approached Blackstone Mountain and arrived several kilometers away from the fortress wall.
However, these poor green-skinned orcs didn't know that these rounds of bombings were just a small test, and the real test had just begun.
They don't even know how much preparations the Burning Empire has made in order to completely exterminate these orcs, and how many military researchers are calculating and planning day and night for this war.
In the imperial position in the distance, hundreds of heavy artillery were already waiting, pointing their black muzzles at the sky.
"Hehe, I'm going to hit him hard this time." The head of the Ogre Artillery Corps held a cigarette in his mouth and grinned, revealing a mouth full of yellowed teeth - and a hideous and ugly smile.
"Legion Commander, those orcs have entered our shooting range!" The scout's voice came from the intercom.
The Empire's flying dragon cavalry are often used as scouts. They can use air superiority to overlook the entire battlefield and spy on many secret intelligence of the enemy.
Big Tou spit out the cigarette in his mouth, stamped it out, and then asked slowly: "How many people are here?"
The flying dragon knight hovering in the sky held up the telescope, squinted his eyes, looked at the dense sea of orcs, and whispered: "Legion Commander, their number is unbelievable!"
"How many are there? Tell me a number! Damn it, why are you moaning?" The ogre army leader cursed impatiently.
The scout quickly looked at the sea of orcs covering the mountains and plains, and answered truthfully: "A conservative estimate is that there are about 300,000 orcs who have entered our shooting range alone, and there are countless more orcs after that."
"Three hundred thousand?"
After learning this information, even Datou couldn't help but widen his eyes with surprise. Then he laughed wildly and said: "Hahahaha! Okay, there are so many here, just what I wanted!"
The ogre waved his hand and roared at the artillerymen in the position: "Fire! No need to calibrate, just let me blast as much as you can! There are enough ammunition tubes!"
"Long live the legion commander!"
"Long live the Empire!"
"For His Majesty Cassius!"
Suddenly, bursts of warm cheers erupted in the position. The artillerymen were overjoyed and immediately began to load ammunition intensively.
Those who can become artillerymen in the empire have some special hobbies - for example, they like to watch living things being blown to pieces.
The players of the Artillery Corps were even more overjoyed. In such war missions, they could always get the most experience without having to work hard and risk life and death.
"Boom——"
The artillery fire roared, and the ogre gave an order, and hundreds of heavy cannons opened fire. The shells drew graceful arcs in the sky and fell towards the orcs in the distance.
Hearing the roar and roar of the artillery fire, the orcs were a little confused and felt confused.
"What is that?"
"Wait. It's that sound again. I know it's those eggs that can set fire! Ouch! Why are you hitting me?"
"You fart, I was thinking that only strange birds in the sky can lay those kind of eggs! Now there are no strange birds in the sky, where can the eggs come from-"
However, at this moment, dense shells poured down like raindrops, and then exploded in mid-air, killing dozens of orcs in an instant.
The flying shrapnel was like a hot blade, cutting off half of the head of the orc who just spoke.
The orc's face was still full of anger. He suppressed his blush and used his last bit of strength to retort: "I said it was that kind of egg."
"Boom!"
The next moment, accompanied by an earth-shattering explosion, the explosion swallowed up everything around it.
The empire's artillery positions were extremely busy. Hundreds of heavy cannons fired non-stop until the barrels turned red before stopping to cool down. Countless shells broke through the air and poured onto the heads of the orcs.
Imperial bombardment was in some ways more violent than bombing, being more intense and lasting longer.
When the shells fall into the crowd, the shattering shrapnel and terrifying explosions can kill dozens of orcs - but these shells are not like napalm bombs that can create a sea of fire that burns the earth.
However, the orcs were still undaunted. They waved the bone clubs and stone spears in their hands, and continued to charge against the dense rain of shells.
"Waaaagh!"
"Go ahead"
"Those exploding eggs are made of steel! If we rob their strange birds, we will have endless iron!" The orcs' brain circuits are still so strange that they actually regard cannonballs and bombs as " Eggs laid by "strange birds".
However, with their short lifespan of one month, those who can think of these are considered "wise" among the green-skinned orcs.
"Waaaagh!"
"I'm going to rob them all!"
War cries echoed across the battlefield, but were overshadowed by the roar of explosions. These green-skinned orcs walked through the gunfire and actually advanced to the front.
These orcs who were charging at the front either stepped on landmines, were killed by cannonballs falling from the sky, or were burned to death by the flames created by napalm bombs. The methods of death were diverse and bizarre.
But no matter how miserable their companions were, these green-skinned orcs still charged forward, stepping on the corpses of their comrades.
Their simple brains cannot understand words such as courage and belief, let alone process those complex magic circuits, but they can clearly know one thing - we are going to war!
"I see. Did the army of the Burning Empire rely on this kind of power to occupy North IJssel and capture Avendeldan?"
On the hill behind the orc camp, Thoro gritted his teeth, his face so gloomy that he was about to drip with ink.
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Even if there are so many low-level orcs, they can't withstand such consumption! According to his observations, in this short half-day, the losses of the green-skinned orcs had reached more than 200,000!
According to his observations, almost every explosion has the power of a three-ring spell, and the army of the Ember Empire has created thousands of such explosions!
Could it be that there are dozens of legendary level mages/priests in the Ember Empire, constantly releasing low-level spells to kill hundreds of thousands of low-level orcs?
What a joke!
The Red Blood Tribe has been in the remote Ugo Grassland for a long time, and its path to the Fianso Continent has also been cut off by the Alpine Kingdom and blocked by the towering Black Stone Mountains.
They are just like the former Kingdom of the North, staying in a corner and unable to understand the changes in the general trend of the world. Their only enemy is the Dwarf Kingdom.
A few months ago, some strange humans appeared on the Ugo Prairie. They called themselves "Starfallers" from outside the sky and came to help them defeat the Alpine Kingdom.
But the orcs at that time did not believe these alien races, but looked at them with greed - on the barren prairie, all resources were extremely precious, and so were human corpses.
So the orcs killed these humans, chopped off their heads, skinned them, and even tried to stew their flesh and blood into broth.
But the strange thing is that not long after, these human remains disappeared out of thin air, making the hungry orcs feel particularly annoyed and disappointed.
Of course, these orcs are even less likely to know that the emergence of the Ember Empire has brought huge changes to the world, and the way of war has undergone earth-shaking changes.
Thoro growled: "We can't go on like this, we must intervene, otherwise these low-level orcs will be killed by them sooner or later.
It’s really a damn Burning Ember Empire, their spells are as endless as if they were free of charge”
"Mork!"
he shouted.
Mork is the current shaman of the Red Blood Tribe. He also accepted the gift of Black Water and became a semi-green-skinned "new orc", and mastered many powerful divine arts.
However, it is hard to say whether the power source of these magical arts is the god of orcs or some indescribable existence.
"Great Chief, what are your orders?"
A low, hoarse voice came, and a rickety orc appeared in front of everyone.
He was wearing a thick black robe, and his exposed green skin was covered with large patches of moss, which was densely covered with moss. It looked quite scary, and also gave off a certain foul smell.
Zoro sighed and asked: "Mok Shaman, the Ember Empire's spells are so sharp, how can we break through?"
Mok laughed darkly: "It's very simple. As long as we let the great Father God and Mother God protect us, the orcs can break through the blockade of flames and occupy the territory that should belong to us."
Zoro frowned, but didn't bother anymore about who the "Mother Goddess" in Mock's mouth was, and just ordered:
"Then do as you say and use divine magic to allow those low-level orcs, no, our brave warriors, to break through the enemy's blockade."
"Okay, Warchief, that's as you wish."
Mok raised his head, and his face, covered with moss and like the roots of an old tree, gradually wrinkled, revealing a particularly terrifying smile.
Guarded by several strong orc warriors, Mock arrived at the frontline battlefield. He raised his head and looked at the sky occupied by shells, and then looked at the charging green-skinned orcs.
Mok raised his slightly trembling hand, clenched the dark green scepter filled with viscous liquid, and said softly: "Ignorant people, you don't know what kind of power you have!"
You will be saved, you will be the beginning of trouble, and you will be the destroyer of the old world! ”
The orc shaman's voice became more passionate and exciting, and at the end of the sentence, his cloudy eyes even glowed with a strange light.
Mork raised the scepter high, and it continuously spread a kind of spore-like hyphae invisible to the naked eye to the surrounding soil, trees, and rocks.
The spore mycelium gradually spread to the battlefield like mist, linking the green-skinned orcs and weaving them into a complex network with tens of thousands of nodes, making them seem like one body.
Every orc is constantly "thinking" about this, thirsting for bloody killings and hearty wars. They all want to vent their instinctive desires.
After being connected to the Internet, the green-skinned orcs actually developed some kind of ignorant "collective consciousness".
The eyes of these orcs who were included in the spore network were scarlet, mucus dripped from the corners of their mouths, and their breathing became more rapid. They all raised their heads and let out an earth-shattering war cry.
"Waaaagh!"
In an instant, countless spores rose up and condensed into a translucent mesh-like substance in the air, while some kind of powerful force field was stimulated on the orcs.
In the center of this network, a powerful green-skinned orc named "Jushan" threw huge rocks, shattering the cannonballs falling from the sky, and then roared: "Waaaagh! Follow me! These things are nothing to be afraid of, kill them." Just them! ”
Jushan's figure is exceptionally tall, reaching three meters in height. His muscles are as hard as the rocks in the mountain. The veins on his head are about to stretch out, and his whole body exudes an extremely strong force field.
"He's the boss!"
"Yes, he looks very strong, let's charge with him!"
"Waaaagh! For Gruumsh!"
In an instant, the green-skinned orcs exclaimed. They instinctively followed the steps of the giant mountain, and charged towards the fortress despite the fierce artillery fire.
Under the influence of that mysterious force field, many cannonballs turned into dumb bombs and were shattered before they fell. The angry orcs actually recycled these cannonballs, dismantled them, mixed them together, and then It was made into a handy weapon.
Of course, there are also losers who blow themselves up in the process. (End of chapter)