Da Ya's Day

"Mine, mine, all mine—"

An orc was humming a little tune, walking briskly and happily southward.

In appearance, this orc is not much different from its kind, except that it is slightly more burly and stronger.

He was unkempt and ugly, draped in tattered animal skins, carrying a large club made from the leg bone of an unknown beast, and exuding a foul stench. The only striking feature was the two long, thick fangs in his mouth, yellowed and stained with blood, their tips almost touching his nose.

These orcs that grew out of the ground had no names; they would just use any word they saw. Because of these two fangs, this orc was also called "Da Ya" by his people.

It was very pleased with itself. In order to prevent its name from being taken by others, it beat up several other orcs nearby who also called themselves "Da Ya," breaking off their fangs and leaving them "scratching their teeth on the ground."

After this battle, the name "Strong Da Ya" spread far and wide, and many orcs came to join him. Gradually, he became an orc leader with about a hundred followers.

These Green-skinned Orcs lead simple lives—they're either fighting or on their way to fight, and the reasons for these fights are varied, ranging from plundering resources to seizing lairs.

Even a single glance at each other, a dislike for one another, could be enough to justify a life-or-death struggle.

Everything the orcs have is obtained through robbery and plunder. The strong rob the weak, and the many rob the few. If they can't win by robbing, they can choose to join the bandits and become their underlings.

During their rapid reproduction, the Green-skinned Orcs formed their own society, which was extremely simple in structure—basically composed of countless small groups that made a living by robbing each other, plundering one another and robbing the next.

What about the weaker orcs at the bottom? They are either eliminated by orc society and become food, or they rob other races.

In its short life of just over a year, Da Ya had committed over a hundred robberies, but had also been robbed by stronger opponents seven or eight times. In its view, all of this was perfectly justified.

And the same is true of the war that is about to begin.

They will crush those weak but wealthy Southerners, take everything from them, and become the masters of the continent.

"Everything I see is mine!" Da Ya hummed its own unique song softly as it continued to follow the main group, its mood exceptionally cheerful.

"Boss, after we loot Avendell Dan, I'm going to make sticks out of wood!"

"What a loser! Those humans and Dwarf are so rich. If we rob them, I'll make a big iron club out of them!" Da Ya looked down on his short-sighted subordinate.

Da Ya's mentality also reflects the attitude of most orcs towards war—exceptionally fanatical, yet ignorant, with only the idea that "it's not bad!" in their minds.

At first, their "Da Tou" Soro promoted the idea of historical heritage and racial honor, but the Green-skinned Orcs couldn't understand any of it and just scratched their heads in confusion.

Finally, in a fit of rage, Soro raised his spear and roared, "We want war! We want to take everything from those southern cities!"

One of the orcs below asked, "Are they very rich?"

Soro replied, "My fellow humans, I tell you: one human is richer than a hundred orcs, and one Elf is worth more than a thousand orcs!"

"And what about the dragon?"

"Another orc asked."

Upon hearing this question, Soro smiled and said, "Dragons are the most greedy, powerful, and wealthy creatures. The wealth of a single dragon is enough to equal that of hundreds of thousands, or even millions, of orcs!"

Their scales can be forged into the toughest armor, their bones can be made into the hardest clubs, and their...

"Waaaagh!"

"Take them all!"

"I want to steal a dragon!"

Instantly, the Green-skinned Orcs erupted in a frenzy, their surging ranks bursting with an astonishing battle cry that soared to the heavens, causing the earth to tremble and shake.

At that time, Da Ya was also in the crowd, raising his arms and shouting like any war-crazed orc, looking forward to a bright future and fantasizing about gilding his fangs with gold.

In this way, no one can break its teeth or steal its name.

Suddenly, a huge commotion broke out in front of the orcs.

"Look!"

"That's Avendell Dan! No wonder it was once the capital of the Dwarf!"

"Waaagh! That city looks like it's worth taking!"

"Make way! Let me through!" Upon hearing this, Da Ya quickly pushed aside the orc in front of him and squeezed to the front.

"This, this is..." Da Ya raised his head and looked into the distance. He opened his mouth wide, revealing his huge fangs, which emitted a foul stench.

On a distant mountain, a magnificent fortress stands majestically, constructed of steel and rock, built along the contours of the mountain. Above the fortress, countless Wyvern flap their wings erratically, like clusters of dark clouds.

"Those fortresses, how much steel must they hold! Enough for me to make countless clubs!" Da Ya exclaimed sincerely, gazing at the distant view.

The orc felt his heart pounding, as if a warm current was surging through his veins, awakening his blood and cells, which were roaring madly—war! We need war! Pale green Orc Spores filled the air, colliding with each other and producing some strange chemical reaction, making them even more ferocious and fearless.

"Charge!"

"Rob them all! Waaagh!"

In an instant, all the orcs seemed to go mad, brandishing their spears, Bone Club, and stone axes, and surged toward the distant fortress in a mighty wave.

Their footsteps pounded the ground in a chaotic manner, like war drums, and even the distant Blackstone Mountain trembled slightly, emitting a mournful cry.

The Da Ya jostled and pushed their way through the group of skinny brethren, laughing wildly as they charged to the very front of the orc army, "Fat sheep, here I come! Waaaagh!"

In Da Ya's eyes, the war would be one-sided, just like the battles it had fought before, with the orcs swarming forward and tearing the trembling enemy to shreds.

"Charge!"

"Capture that fortress!"

Just then, a loud "BOOM!" was heard, and shattered earth and rocks, along with the blood and limbs of orcs, flew high into the air, leaving a large crater in the distance.

—That's a landmine.

In response to the overwhelming onslaught of the orcs, the Imperial army laid a minefield stretching for tens of kilometers and two kilometers wide, presenting the orcs with an unforgettable "gift."

However, the orcs knew nothing about this, nor did they know the cause of death of their kin. They continued to charge forward, shouting and cursing in a chaotic manner.

What is that?

How did they die?

"Kara's head flew up! I'm going to use it as decoration; it's my best friend!"

"You're talking nonsense! I'm Kara's best friend! That head is mine!"

In such a bloody scene, several orcs actually started fighting over their companion's head, which was rather darkly humorous.

"Boom!"

Amidst the chaos, another massive explosion rang out, blasting orcs who had stepped on landmines to a crisp, their bodies charred black, and the scattered shrapnel instantly killed dozens of orcs.

Immediately afterwards, explosions, like a series of rapid drumbeats, resounded continuously in the sea of orcs, forming a long, bloody trail of sand, shrapnel, and the mangled remains of orcs.

Their density was simply too high! Even the Imperial engineers hadn't expected that the landmines they laid would produce such a terrifying killing effect.

But under the catalysis of the spores, the orcs became indifferent to the deaths of their companions, and the blood containing Orc Spores in the air made them even more frenzied and excited.

"Waaagh!"

"Charge!"

Like moths drawn to a flame, they rushed headlong into the minefield, only to be mercilessly blasted into the sky by exploding landmines with a crisp "click."

Soon, the ground was piled with mangled and charred corpses, and the orcs behind them continued their charge, stepping over the bodies of their own kind. In just a few minutes, thousands of orcs perished in the explosion.

But Da Ya didn't rush forward. Instead, he stayed behind the first row of people and waited until the orcs in front triggered the landmines before continuing forward.

His orc underling Hawk was eager to rush to the front, but was stopped by Da Ya.

Hawk turned around, his face full of anxiety, and asked in confusion, "Boss, why don't we charge?"

"Idiot!"

Da Ya slapped the other man on the head and cursed, "I have to let those short-lived bastards go up and die first, then we'll follow behind them and charge! That's how we'll get the stuff!"

Ouch!

Hawk winced in pain, clutching his head, and nodded as if he understood, muttering under his breath, "If it weren't for the boss stopping me..."

Amid Hawk's envious gaze, another group of orcs charged to the front with howls, only to trigger landmines once more and be blown into the air.

Da Ya kicked a charred head that had rolled nearby and said irritably, "If I hadn't stopped you, this would be your head! Let's go!"

As Green-skinned Orcs, Da Ya wasn't afraid of death, but he didn't want to die an untimely and meaningless death like those short-lived creatures—he still wanted to plunder that fortress! It was the belief in killing and robbing that sustained Da Ya, giving him extraordinary wisdom among the Green-skinned Orcs.

"Boom!"

"Boom! Boom!"

Another explosion rang out, the bombs splashing blood like stones thrown into the sea, but compared to the orcs' sheer numbers, it was nothing.

And so, with a series of explosions, the orcs advanced step by step at the cost of tens of thousands of their own kind.

During this process, Da Ya was quite cunning. He led his underlings to follow behind the group of scapegoats at the front, and only suffered minor injuries.

"We'll be able to come in soon."

Da Ya licked his fangs, his eyes greedy, staring intently at the distant fortress, as if he could already see himself rampaging through it and wreaking havoc.

"Buzz—"

Suddenly, a series of piercing shrieks tore through the air, echoing across the earth like thunder, making the beastmen even noisier.

What was that sound?

"I think that sounds like the cry of a hawk on the grasslands, but even a hawk's cry isn't this loud."

"Never mind, let's keep charging! Loot Avendell Dan, Waaagh!"

Unlike his kin who charged headlong into battle, Da Ya cautiously raised his head, only to witness a scene he would never forget—

A row of enormous, black and red birds appeared in the sky, and countless black "eggs" fell from their bellies, raining down from the sky.

"Those strange birds have laid eggs!" an orc shouted, pointing to the sky.

"Boom!"

In an instant, the "bird eggs" exploded like fireworks, and the raging flames from the explosions instantly engulfed the surrounding orcs, quickly setting everything on the ground ablaze—whether it was wild grass, rocks, or trees.

The spores inside the beastmen do not protect them from the flames; instead, they make them better fuel.

"Ahhhh—"

The crackling sounds of flames burning and air exploding echoed across the wasteland. Tens of thousands of orcs at the forefront howled and struggled in the sea of fire, turning into charred remains in an instant.

The raging fire spread, the acrid smell of gasoline filled the air, and the violent flames ravaged the wasteland, devouring the cheap lives of the Green-skinned Orcs.

This is the Napalm Bomb that the Embers of the Burned Empire has carefully prepared for the orcs. No wonder they specially awarded the players the title of "Barbecue Master" - because this is real barbecue, except that the orcs have become the "ingredients".

Seeing this scene and feeling the scorching heat that was blowing in his face and blackening his skin, Da Ya couldn't help but shout, "Let's retreat! Don't go near those bird eggs!"

However, the next moment, Hawk, who was not far from him, burst into flames and let out a painful howl. It turned out that it had gotten covered in the gelatinous flammable substance while trying to escape! "Boss, save me! I'm going to burn to death! I don't want to die here, I'm going to rob Avendell Dan!"

Hawk reached out and stumbled toward Da Ya, its body ablaze, its skin crackling and popping.

Da Ya, his face grim, glanced at the sticky substance clinging to the other man's body and roared, "Get lost! I don't have a useless subordinate like you!"

"Boss, don't abandon us." Hawk still wanted to make one last effort.

"Bang!"

Da Ya showed no mercy, kicking Hawk into the sea of fire behind him, cursing, "Being trash is bad enough, but you also wanted to drag me down with you."

It patted its legs, which were almost on fire, and ran around the sea of fire, ignoring its kin who were struggling and calling for help in the flames, and ran towards the open space behind it.

But just then, the strange birds circled in the air, turned around, and launched another bombardment from behind. Countless bombs rained down on the ground and exploded violently.

"Boom!"

"Boom! Boom!"

Flames swept across the land, thick smoke Sky-Shading the sun, and the flames spread rapidly, encircling and surrounding tens of thousands of Green-skinned Orcs in this terrifying sea of fire.

"Whoosh—"

Another Napalm Bomb fell from the sky and exploded in mid-air.

Da Ya raised its head in a fit of rage, its murky pupils reflecting the dazzling, blinding flames. Without warning, it uttered a curse, "Damn it!"

"Boom!"

In an instant, the orc leader was also engulfed by the flames from the explosion. His body was instantly burned to a crisp and even melted on the spot. The rolling shockwaves surged hundreds of meters away.

And so, Da Ya, the Green-skinned Orcs leader who had led millions of Million Orcs to wreak havoc in the northern part of the Feanso Continent in his previous life, and who had massacred cities several times and was hated by the people as the "Fang of Calamity" and the "Enemy of Civilization," perished in this bombing, and his name was never known to anyone.