Counterattack and Betrayal

In this turbulent era, the world is in turmoil, and the forces that once lay dormant under the sun's rays—the orcs, the Abyss, the Nine Hells, and the Three Gods of Death —are all stirring with ambition.

Under these circumstances, it will be no easy task for the Embers of the Burned Empire to become the true overlord of Fei An Suo —or even surpass the former Holy Fadlan and become the de facto owner of this continent.

Moreover, the Embers of the Burned Empire has no gods behind it, only Keosius, a guy who is pieced together from various sources and can barely be called a "demigod" as its backer, and it often has to mediate between various gods.

Even so, when faced with his chosen target, Keosius would never hesitate or back down.

Keosius grinned maliciously, shook the Dragon Wing on his back, and stood up. "I want to see if you can still hold back after I've wiped out all these Green-skinned Orcs."

Let the devastating ' Orc Disaster ' of our past life end here!

Swish—

With a flap of its Dragon Wing unleashed a scorching storm, and its immense dragon might soared into the sky, causing all things to tremble.

In an instant, the Half-Dragon soldiers, Wyvern, and Rock Dragon Beast guarding around Dragon Blood Mountain all raised their heads and looked up at the majestic figure in the sky.

"Those are Dragon Wing! That's a trait that only great figures like Duke Lang Pu and Duke Dolo possess!"

"By Keosius, Commander George has been promoted to half-dragon!"

"Look at that enormous corpse! He... he even killed that orc! No wonder he's Lord George!"

"Commander George!"

As George grew Dragon Wing and killed the Giant Mountain, the surrounding Imperial soldiers erupted in cheers, waving their weapons.

"Sizzle—"

With a soft click, George finally managed to pull the longsword out of the orc's head with difficulty, raising the blood-stained sword high with its tip pointing straight to the sky.

George smiled mysteriously, "Gentlemen—the credit for killing this mutated orc was not mine, but His Majesty's!"

"It is the great Embers of the Burned Emperor! He watches over us like the sun, sheltering us and bathing all the people of the empire in the glory of victory!"

Under the sunlight, blood slowly flowed down the blade, turning into droplets of blood.

Long Live the Empire!

"Long live His Your Majesty Keosius!"

In an instant, the surrounding imperial soldiers erupted in a thunderous cheer, the sound like waves crashing one after another, echoing across the battlefield.

The orcs from afar surged forward again in overwhelming numbers. Although they were no longer led by the Giant Mountain, they remained fearless and unleashed their warlike desires, eager to fight the Imperial People to the death.

"Gentlemen—"

George flapped his Dragon Wing, soared into the air, and looked down at the distant green waves. He then raised his longsword and pointed it in the direction of the orcs.

"Crush them!"

The officers and soldiers of the Empire were in high spirits and full of passion. Bullets rained down like a storm, and countless shells were exposed among the orcs, causing them to fall in droves.

And soon, the backup George called for arrived belatedly—

"Boom--"

The ground groaned as steel behemoths raced across the battlefield, their tracks crushing the orc corpses piled on the ground, causing green blood to splatter everywhere.

Meanwhile, a series of piercing shrieks echoed from the sky, as a row of armored Wyvern glided down from the horizon like a sharp blade tearing through the heavens.

George was somewhat surprised, but then he heard Dror's powerful voice through his walkie-talkie. "All troops, attack! Prepare for a counterattack!"

These damned greenskin scum, do they really think they can break through our defenses with sheer numbers? What a joke! Men, let them see the power of the Empire, let them feel the baptism of blood and fire! Exterminate these lowly, insolent Green-skinned Orcs —completely!

At Dror's command, the sky and the earth began to tremble and shudder in an instant. The sky was covered by various Dragonkin and Wyvern, and the earth was occupied by infantry, Steam Tank, and dragon beasts.

Imperial People figures were even seen on the flanks and rear of the orcs, clearly indicating that an inescapable trap had been laid.

At this moment, the imperial army marched out in a mighty, all-out force!

This is the opportunity that Dror has been waiting for!

He first constructed an impregnable defensive line using landmines, traps, bunkers, and other fortifications, which, like a relentless grinding mill, continuously drained the Green-skinned Orcs ' manpower.

Immediately afterward, Dror launched a counterattack when the enemy was relatively weak, delivering a fatal blow! He killed Million Orcs on the front lines! As for the landmines and traps? They had long been triggered by the tidal wave of Green-skinned Orcs, and large numbers of orc corpses covered the ground, practically creating a brand new surface.

"Boom!"

The empire unleashed a barrage of artillery fire, the trails of shells trailing thick smoke crisscrossing the sky, forming a dense net.

Shells rained down, exploding and nearly tearing the ground apart. Under such intense firepower and one-sided slaughter, even the orcs, who were never afraid of death, could no longer feel excited.

They are passionate about war, but not about dying, and they dislike being bombed into charred remains without understanding the situation.

"We can't even touch the enemy!"

"It would be such a waste for him to die like this. I hadn't even had my fill of killing yet!"

"Damn it, those old bastards want us to be cannon fodder! They'll just wait until later and then they can slaughter us all!" One of the Green-skinned Orcs slapped his forehead and came to this conclusion.

Its name is Ba En, and it is also a well-known "intelligent" orc.

The so-called "old thing" is what the Green-skinned Orcs call those Pure Blood Orcs.

These two groups actually look down on each other. Pure Blood Orcs consider Green-skinned Orcs to be lowly and despicable, while Green-skinned Orcs regard Pure Blood Orcs as "cowards who are afraid of even death."

However, under the mediation of Great Chieftain Soro, who possessed bloodlines from both sides, the Green-skinned Orcs temporarily submitted to the power of the Pure Blood Orcs and were tempted by their promise to "rob Avendell Dan," thus coming to the front lines as cannon fodder.

Now that they've figured this out, some orcs think that rather than being blown up on the battlefield without knowing why, they'd rather fight those old geezers and have a good, satisfying fight before they die.

In their minds, it doesn't matter who they fight against; what matters most is having a battle, seeing blood, and killing people.

Thus, with this bizarre thought process that is incomprehensible to ordinary people, tens of thousands of Green-skinned Orcs launched a massive charge towards the rear—the position of the Pure Blood Orcs.

"Old man, we can't beat those Imperial People, we can't even get past them, so we'll have to fight you guys!"

"Brothers, let's have some fun before we die! Follow me and kill!"

"Waaagh! You old bastards, I'm going to kill you all! You made me your cannon fodder! And you still tried to fool us!"

The Green-skinned Orcs had defected at the last minute brandished their Bone Club and stone axes, roaring madly as they charged toward the orcs' position.

The ground was trembling, and gravel was rolling down the hillside.

"Gruumsh above"

"Go back! Do you want to be deserters?"

"Damn lowly orcs! What do you want? To rebel?"

"No, no, they've really rebelled! These lowly orcs have rebelled!" the orc guards shouted.

Ba En smashed a Bone Club into the head of the shouting orc, shattering his skull and splattering his brains. Then, he righteously and angrily rebuked, "You old bastards, trying to trick us into dying? You should have been beaten to death long ago!"

The orcs stationed at the position were caught off guard and were overwhelmed by the sea of Green-skinned Orcs after only a few angry shouts.

Even in death, they never imagined that these guys, who could barely be called their own kind, would turn against them and launch a counterattack for such an absurd reason as "there's no war to fight."

But compared to the battlefield with Million Orcs, these rebellious orcs didn't cause much of a stir.

"Chieftain, Chieftain, something terrible has happened! The lowly orcs at the front have rebelled!"

"Chieftain, the magic of the Imperial People is far too powerful. All the lowly orcs on our side have been slaughtered, not a single one is left!"

"Oh no! The Imperial People's steel behemoths are about to roll over us!"

Orc scouts riding Worg sped from all directions of the battlefield, bringing all sorts of urgent messages, and without exception—all bad news!

Soro sat on the bone throne, his face so dark it seemed to drip water. His right hand gripped the Blood Spear tightly, trembling slightly and making a cracking sound from his knuckles.

"Damn Imperial People."

The orc gritted his teeth, suddenly stood up, and cursed at the orcs below him, "You bunch of useless trash! Fools! You can't even control a bunch of lowly orcs! We have three million men! Three million men went to attack an enemy fortress, and you were slaughtered!"

Soro turned his head and looked at the shaman in the distance, who was dressed in a black robe. His eyes were bloodshot, and he asked angrily, "Mok! Is this the method you were talking about?"

Your so-called method—is to have tens of thousands of low-level orcs launch a counterattack against us?!

Mok lowered his head respectfully, his voice still hoarse, revealing no emotion whatsoever. "Great Chieftain, I have planted a 'seed' among them, a seed that can give birth to powerful orcs."

Unfortunately, the enemy we faced was far too powerful. A being of legendary status or higher intervened, and even I was powerless to stop them.

Upon hearing this, Soro flew into a rage, wishing he could throw the Blood Spear in his hand at him.

He strode forward, grabbed Mok by the neck with one hand, lifted him up, and roared at his withered face, "That's your incompetence! Incompetence!"

Mok was being choked, but he still managed to say, word by word, "It's pointless for the Great Chieftain to do this."

"Boom!"

A shell landed outside the camp, exploding into the sky and engulfing several orc soldiers and clan chieftains, creating a charred hole outside their tents.

"The chieftain of the Black Bird Clan has been killed!" someone shouted from outside.

The orcs inside the tent all looked over and gasped in shock. Their expressions became even more panicked and helpless.

The weapons manufactured by the Imperial People are so terrifying that they can even injure those stationed in the rear!

Seeing this, Soro casually put Mok down, but the anger in his eyes burned even brighter, revealing a sense of unease and fear, and sweat streamed down his forehead.

"Huff, huff, huff"

Soro, panting heavily, took a long time to calm himself down. He looked around and asked, "Gentlemen, what should we do now?"

"Let's fight them! Even now, we have over two million people!"

"Exactly! Even if there are more than two million pigs, those Imperial People might not be able to kill them all!" Someone slammed their hand on the table, their voice impassioned.

"The Imperial People's weapons are capable of wiping out people from thousands of meters away."

"Exactly, those low-level orcs are useless; no matter how many there are, they're completely ineffective."

"We should retreat to the Ugo Great Prairie and disperse to our respective pastures. Those Imperial People shouldn't be able to pursue us."

But most of the orcs shook their heads, whispering amongst themselves. Having witnessed the defeat and demise of the Red Blood Tribe led by Batu, they had become increasingly conservative.

—Because most of those passionate and reckless individuals died on the battlefield, at the walls of Avendell Dan.

Listening to the orcs' discussion, Soro's expression grew increasingly grim. He had originally thought he would become a hero who surpassed Batu and fulfill the orcs' long-cherished wish of a thousand years.

But now, Soro's dream has been completely shattered.

The harsh reality is that under his leadership, the orcs never even saw the walls of Avendell Dan before suffering countless deaths and injuries, with corpses covering most of the ground.

Mok stepped forward and said, "Let's go, Great Chieftain, let's leave here and go back to that valley."

He pointed to the Green-skinned Orcs still surging like waves in the distance and said, "These lowly orcs are like weeds on the grassland. Burn one patch, and another will grow. They can't be wiped out."

"We only need to lie low on the Ugo Great Prairie, continuously breeding low-level orcs, letting them reproduce and multiply. One day, the Imperial People will become complacent, and that will be our opportunity."

Upon hearing this, the leaders of the various clans echoed each other's sentiments. In any case, this only cost the lives of the lower-level orcs, and those creatures could easily sprout up in large numbers like weeds at any time.

Even if millions die, it's still just a simple number.

Once their elite orc Fighter are killed by the Empire, it will take several years or even more than a decade to train them again. Wasting them in this war would be a huge loss.

Moreover, these clan leaders also had their own ulterior motives—if the Red Blood Tribe were to disintegrate again, they would rely on these strong and healthy Fighter to compete with other tribes for pastures and hunting grounds.

"Bang!"

Soro for a long time, Solo finally clenched his fist and slammed it hard on the table, saying unwillingly, "Fine, then... do as you say."

We will temporarily retreat to Red Blood Valley to continue training the orcs, awaiting the next opportunity to attack. One day, Avendell Dan will belong to us.

As for these lowly orcs, just leave them all here.