These trolls and ogres were simply useless in the face of a dragon, let alone Smaug of the Maia tier. He had done evil in the Eastern Land for many years and had occupied the Lonely Mountain for a long time, making him practically the overlord of this place.
On this day, the people finally recalled the terror of being dominated by a fire drake.
He quickly wiped out quite a few trolls and ogres, and on his flight, he casually spewed a few mouthfuls of dragon fire, inflicting massive casualties on the Orcs legion. Seeing that the remaining trolls and ogres all began to flee the battlefield in disregard of orders, An Yang chanted a spell to make Smaug abandon his attack on them and instead turn his sights toward the distant Ravenhill, the command banner of the Orcs legion, and the place where Bolg, the legion commander, was.
The fire drake immediately flapped its wings, changed direction, swept straight across the battlefield, and flew toward Ravenhill.
After only a moment, it arrived above Ravenhill.
"Roar!"
The fire drake let out a loud roar, but now only two large banners and several drums remained above Ravenhill, a long horn had fallen to the ground, and all the Orcs had fled at the wind.
It instantly flew into a rage, opened its mouth to spit out a stream of dragon fire, and burned the banners and large drums to ashes!
Then, circling the summit of Ravenhill a few times, it immediately turned its gaze to the stone buildings on Ravenhill, changed direction, and flew toward them.
"Boom!"
A mouthful of dragon fire struck a building, and the solid stone building instantly collapsed with a crash, as if hit by a heavy artillery shell.
The figures of several Orcs appeared, panic-stricken.