Bombardment and the Orcs' March

"Hahaha, that's so fast! It feels like the wind!"

Steamed Bun rode on the back of Wyvern, soaring freely in the sky at an altitude of 10,000 meters, leaving two long contrails in the sky.

"Aww!"

The Noodles beneath the Steamed Bun stretched their necks and let out an extremely joyful howl. For the first time, he felt that high-speed flight was so easy.

"Whoosh—"

Suddenly, a whooshing sound came from above. Steamed Bun quickly looked up and saw that Singo was also riding Wyvern equipped with the "Skyfire" suit, and his speed was much faster than his, like a red lightning bolt that streaked across the sky!

Singo first flew horizontally, then the head of the Wyvern quickly rose, increasing the angle of attack rapidly, forming a flight posture with its tail in front and its head behind, just like a cobra with its head raised in a fierce stance.

Immediately following, under Singo's precise control, the device beneath the wings of the Wyvern spewed out turbulent air currents and dazzling flames.

In an instant, it somersaulted around its own tail at an extremely fast speed, leaving a strange, ring-shaped trajectory in the air.

Steamed Bun was immediately dumbfounded, his previous smugness vanished. "Holy crap, this show-off can already do flying stunts?"

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

Steamed Bun gritted his teeth and frantically tried to control the Wyvern. Flames spewed from the steel pipe, and the Wyvern rose almost vertically, attempting to somersault in mid-air.

But soon, Steamed Bun 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, "Oh no, are we going to crash?"

Soon, they were stumbling around in the air like headless flies, then plummeted straight down, almost vertically, with Mars flying from the top of their Wyvern ' heads.

The sharp helmet of the Tian Huo Armor, which pierced the air, now became their death warrant.

"Awoooooo—" The Wyvern let out a terrified howl and fell down with Steamed Bun. At this critical moment, Steamed Bun pressed the emergency brake button.

Instantly, the Gravity Reversal device under their wing armor was triggered, causing them to take off and hover in mid-air just as they were about to crash to the ground.

"Whew, it almost turned into Burnt Mantou."

A cheerful voice came through the walkie-talkie. "Steamed Bun, are you doing aerial acrobatics too?"

Steamed Bun could only force himself to remain calm and awkwardly said, "Ah, of course, I'm trying this... um..."

"Vertical descent?"

"Yes, it's vertical landing."

"Idiot, landing headfirst isn't called a vertical landing. If you crash headfirst into the ground, that's an accident." Singo exposed Steamed Bun's lie and launched a merciless mockery.

"Gentlemen, now that you've familiarized yourselves with the basic flight operations, it's time to proceed with your training mission."

Huo Lan's voice sounded somewhat helpless over the walkie-talkie. He could only resort to some "special methods" when dealing with these arrogant and domineering Starfallers.

He chuckled and said, "You should know that this equipment is only loaned to you by the Empire. You have to pay a rental fee for it when you're not on a mission—one Gold Coin per hour."

Immediately, the expressions on Steamed Bun and Singo's faces froze. To them, it was like the whisper of the devil!

Steamed Bun's tone also became serious. "Colonel Huo Lan, I'm going to complete the exercise immediately!"

Two Wyvern flew rapidly at an altitude of 10,000 meters. With the support of the "Skyfire" suit, their wingspan had reached ten meters.

Steamed Bun stared intently at the screen, where a detailed map was displayed, showing a black dot indicating its location and several flashing red dots.

—Clearly, that was the goal of their exercise.

Based on the aiming parameters displayed on the screen, Steamed Bun continuously adjusted its course and speed to maintain level flight, while the black dot on the map gradually approached the target.

The Steamed Bun held its breath and muttered to itself, "It should be now."

"Click".

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

"Whoosh—"

A piercing whistle rang out as metal shells pierced the air, following their predetermined trajectories as they hurtled toward their designated targets.

However, Steamed Bun was unaware that the targets Huo Lan had prepared for them were a dozen or so Dwarf rebels who had been captured from a corner of Dragon City and were determined to fight to the death.

"You bastards raised by orcs!"

"Dwarf will never yield!"

"Let me go!"

"Damn reptiles, evil lizards!"

These brave Dwarf, bound to wooden stakes with heavy iron chains, were covered in wounds but continued to struggle, cursing the Embers of the Burned Emperor and his retinue.

"Hahaha, I know, you're scared! Because one day, His Your Majesty Zane will lead the brave and fearless Dwarf back to fight!"

One of the particularly strong and sturdy Dwarf raised his head and laughed heartily, even in such dire straits.

He was the former Dwarf general and leader of this rebel army— Forn Rocksworn, famous for surviving by hiding among piles of rocks.

"General Fern."

"We must rescue him! He is a hero of the Shield Dwarves! We must not let him be humiliated by those Evil Dragon Kin!"

Meanwhile, in a cave not far away, another group of Dwarf were discussing how to rescue Fern from the Imperial People. They were the last rebels in the Dragon City, or rather Avendell Dan.

"Etc."

"Look!"

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

"Whoosh—"

Hearing the piercing shriek, the Dwarf looked up and saw more than a dozen pitch-black metal ellipses hurtling toward them.

"This is."

Even General Fern, who had never shown any fear, had his pupils shrink.

He recognized those weapons—the ones that had taken the lives of countless Dwarf comrades, destroyed their walls, and wantonly ravaged the mountains and lands they cherished. With a series of sounds much quieter than the usual bomb explosions, the bombs burst open, and the earth was shrouded in clouds of white mist.

Fern roared at the sky, "Imperial People! Are you bluffing? You think you can intimidate a Dwarf Fighter with this?"

The next moment, his pupils reflected the intense flames.

"Boom--"

Before the Dwarf on the ground could even figure out what was happening, suddenly the earth trembled, and the white mist burst forth with a deafening roar. The high-temperature fireballs rapidly expanded, enveloping the ground within a radius of several hundred meters and greedily sucking away all the air.

In an instant, the Dwarf prisoners bound to the Zhu Zi were engulfed by flames, turning into charred remains. Even the chains binding them melted and Become One with their bodies. Some Dwarf at the center of the explosion were even vaporized on the spot.

General Fern remained in his defiant pose, but had already turned into a pile of unidentified material mixed with liquid metal and biochar.

None of the dozen or so Dwarf survived; none of them even managed to leave behind a complete corpse.

Immediately afterwards, the high-pressure Shockwave from the explosion spread rapidly to a radius of 100 meters, engulfing the entire cave—including the Dwarf who came to rescue them.

Even the thick rock walls could not stop the bombardment products of high temperature and high pressure. Under the impact of this force, the Dwarf' expressions turned ferocious and they screamed in agony.

"Ah--"

"It's so hot! Moradin, by your side—"

In the time it takes to breathe, all the air in the cave was sucked out and turned into fuel for the fireball produced by the explosion.

Under the impact of the high-pressure bombardment products reaching thousands of degrees, even the Dwarf who pride themselves on being the children of the furnace could only watch their lives being taken away—no matter how tough their bodies were, they were still flesh and blood and could not withstand the war creations of the empire.

Afterwards, researchers from the Empire saw at the scene that the Dwarf ' buildings had been reduced to ruins, and the people had either been burned or suffocated to death, resulting in heavy casualties.

Strangely, the bodies of the deceased were all intact, without any signs of shrapnel wounds, except that their mouths were wide open, and some had even bitten their own throats before dying. The scene was truly hell on earth.

After cannon blasting, the empire invented an even grander and more intimidating method of execution—bombing execution.

"Holy crap, no wonder it was invented by those bomb-loving idiots, its power is outrageous."

Looking down at the ground engulfed in flames and thick smoke, trembling violently from the explosions, and bursting with fireballs, Steamed Bun couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement.

[You killed Dwarf resistance soldier and gained 500 XP][You killed Dwarf officer and gained 800 XP][You killed [Hammer of Freedom - Forn Rocksworn].] Looking at the dozens of messages that kept refreshing on the panel, Steamed Bun was first a little confused, and then a huge surprise appeared on his face.

"I just wanted to do a practice mission, and I ended up clearing out the boss? And there are still so many mobs left. Did I blow up the Dwarf's nest?"

"Well done, Earl of Steamed Bun, you have successfully completed the Empire's training mission."

Huo Lan's tone carried a faint smile; in fact, the idea of using new bombs to execute Dwarf and deter rebels was conceived by this Hobgoblin officer.

In another part of the sky, Singo looked down at the burning earth, at the charred camps, and at the orcs howling in the flames and smoke. He couldn't help but smile and murmur, "This is getting more and more interesting."

Ugo Great Prairie, Red Blood Valley.

"Waaaagh!"

"Kill them!"

The orcs thronged together, gushing out of the valley like a flood. Their eyes were bloodshot, their faces were filled with fanaticism, and saliva dripped from the corners of their mouths, clearly eager for the impending war.

The orcs brandished their weapons, calling out Gruumsh's name, and many more chanted fanatically, "War! We need war!"

Slaughter, fighting, blood, death—these are the things that every orc craves deep in their soul. These chaotic elements have even seeped into their plant-animal hybrid cells, flowing in every drop of their blood.

On the grassland outside the valley, mushrooms exuded a fishy stench, and beneath their caps, pairs of green tendrils broke through the soil.

Deep in the soil, in the crevices of the rocks, green mushrooms grow everywhere, infiltrating every nook and cranny, greedily plundering the resources of this barren grassland and turning them into nourishment for the growth and reproduction of the orcs.

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

Soro stood atop the cliff, gazing at the boundless sea of orcs, his heart brimming with boundless pride. In his mind, he recalled the scene tens of thousands of years ago when Gruumsh led his people to conquer the land and fight against the Dwarf and Elf.

This moment is just like that moment back then.

He had always believed that Batu was the Chosen One of Gruumsh, and that only the chieftain was favored by the Father God.

But to this day, Soro only sees Batu as an incompetent loser, while he, who has consumed the Blackwater and is about to bring a glorious future to the orc race, is the true favor of the gods.

With that thought, Soro raised his bone spear high and let out a deafening roar, "Let's go! We will conquer Avendell Dan and fulfill the long-cherished wish of our ancestors for thousands of years! Waaagh!"

"Waaagh!"

"Conquer! Conquer!"

The Million Orcs here are mostly produced through spore reproduction. Their ages range from a few hours to several dozen days. They have no understanding of the so-called "glory of the ancestors" or "glory of the Father God".

But their simple, crude, and peculiar thought processes must understand one word: war! A war is coming, and I think that's a good thing!

In war, one can tear the enemy to pieces, smear their blood evenly on one's body, taste the sweetness of their brains, and completely unleash the desires within.

This is the most common thought in the minds of the orcs. Even if Soro tries to cloak it in a glorious and majestic guise, it cannot change the fact that the Green-skinned Orcs are war-crazed.

Looking south, Soro was full of confidence. After all, he had an army of two million! And this number was growing rapidly at an unimaginable rate. To this day, even he himself did not know exactly how many orcs he had under his command.

Even a mighty dragon, when faced with the relentless onslaught of Million Orcs, will inevitably succumb and be hunted to death.

"Imperial People, pay the price for your arrogance!" Soro smeared rough runes on his face, a sinister smile spreading across his face.

"Everything I see is mine!"

"Everything I snatched is mine!"

"I can kill any living thing I've ever seen!"

The orcs swept in like a whirlwind, clearing away any wild beasts in their path and even tearing up the grass.

Despite Soro's best efforts to rally the Green-skinned Orcs, he was unable to form an organized army. Thus, Million Orcs, singing their own crude songs, surged southward in a mighty tide.

These orcs thought they were about to experience a thrilling battle, shedding blood on the battlefield against various enemies, but they were unaware that they were about to receive a welcoming ceremony carefully prepared by the Empire.

In the distant sky, Wyvern clad in steel armor soared through the air, their sharp wings slicing through the air with a piercing whistling sound.