Chapter 674: Counterattack and Betrayal

In this turbulent era, the world situation is surging, and the orcs, the abyss, the nine hells, the three gods of death. Those forces that once lurked under the sun are ready to move.

In this situation, it is not easy for the Burning Empire to become the real overlord of Feianso - even surpass the former sacred Fadlan and become the actual owner of this continent.

What's more, there is no god behind the Burning Empire. There is only Cassius, a guy who is a patchwork and barely called a "demigod", as a backer, and often needs to mediate between various gods.

But even so, facing the selected target, Cassius will never hesitate or retreat.

Cassius laughed grimly, shook the dragon wings behind him, and stood up: "I want to see if you can still hold back when I kill all these green-skinned orcs.

The world-destroying 'Orc Disaster' of the previous life will end here!"

Swish——

The dragon wings flapped, setting off a scorching storm, and the majestic dragon power soared into the sky, making all things tremble.

In an instant, the half-dragon soldiers, two-legged flying dragons, and rock dragon beasts guarding around Dragon Blood Mountain all raised their heads and looked up at the majestic figure in the sky.

"That's actually dragon wings! That's a trait that only great men like Duke Rump and Duke Doro can possess!"

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

"Look at that huge corpse, he, he also killed that orc! He is worthy of being Lord George!"

"Commander George!"

Looking at George who had grown dragon wings and killed the giant mountain, the surrounding imperial soldiers were in an uproar. They waved their weapons and cheered enthusiastically.

"Swish--"

Accompanied by a slight sound, George finally pulled out the long sword stuck in the orc's head with difficulty, raised the blood-stained sword high, and pointed the tip of the sword directly to the sky.

George smiled mysteriously: "Everyone-this time, it was not my credit to kill this mutant orc, but your majesty!

It was the great Emperor Burning Embers! He is watching us like the sun, protecting us, and letting all the people of the empire bathe in the glory of victory!"

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

"Long live the Empire!"

"Long live His Majesty Cassius!"

Instantly, the surrounding imperial soldiers burst into a tsunami-like cheer, and the sound was like a wave, one wave after another, echoing on the battlefield.

The orcs in the distance surged up again. Although they were no longer led by the giant mountain, they were still fearless and vented their desire for war, wanting to fight to the death with the imperials.

"Everyone--"

George waved his dragon wings, soared into the air, looked down at the green waves in the distance, and then raised his sword and pointed it in the direction of the orcs.

"Crush them!"

The morale of the officers and soldiers of the Empire was high, and the passion was high. Bullets poured out like a rainstorm, and countless shells were exposed among the orcs, causing the orcs to fall down in groups.

Soon, the support George called for also arrived late--

"Boom--"

The ground made a dull sound, and steel giants galloped on the battlefield, their tracks rolling over the orc corpses piled on the ground, causing green blood to splash everywhere.

And there were piercing screams from the sky, and a row of armored two-legged dragons glided from the horizon, like a sharp blade tearing the sky.

George was a little surprised, but his intercom heard Dror's sonorous and powerful voice: "All troops attack! Prepare to launch a counterattack!

These damn greenskin bastards, do you really think that they can break through our defense line with the advantage of numbers? What a joke!

Everyone, let them see the power of the empire, let them feel the baptism of blood and fire! These lowly and rude greenskin orcs-completely exterminate them!"

Dror gave an order, and in an instant, the sky and the earth began to tremble and shudder. The sky was covered by various sub-dragons and flying dragons, and the earth was occupied by infantry, steam tanks and dragon beasts.

Even the flanks and rear of the orcs showed the figures of the Empire, which clearly showed that they had laid a net of heaven and earth.

At this moment, the Empire's army was coming out in full force!

Drol was waiting for this opportunity!

He first used mines, traps, bunkers and other fortifications to form an extremely solid defense line, like a running meat grinder, constantly consuming the manpower of the green-skinned orcs.

Then, Drol launched a counterattack when the opponent was relatively weak, giving them a fatal blow! Kill all the millions of orcs on the front line!

As for those mines and traps?

They had long been triggered by the tide of green-skinned orcs, and large areas of orc corpses covered the ground, forming a brand new surface.

"Boom!"

The Empire's artillery fire was poured out with all its strength, and the trajectory formed by the shells dragging the thick smoke crisscrossed in the sky, forming a dense net.

Shells fell like raindrops, exploding and almost overturning the ground. Under such fierce firepower and facing such one-sided slaughter, even the orcs who have never feared death could no longer get excited.

They are keen on war, but not on death, and they don't like to be burned to ashes without knowing why.

"We can't even touch the enemy!"

"It's a pity to die like this. I haven't killed enough!"

"Damn it, those old guys want us to be cannon fodder! Let's kill them later!" A green-skinned orc slapped his head and came to this conclusion.

His name is Barn, and he is also a well-known "smart" orc.

The so-called "old things" are what the green-skinned orcs call those pure-blooded orcs.

The two actually dislike each other. The pure-blooded orcs think that the green-skinned orcs are lowly and despicable, while the green-skinned orcs regard the pure-blooded orcs as "cowards who are even afraid of death."

However, under the mediation of Solo, the warchief with both bloodlines, the green-skinned orcs temporarily succumbed to the power of the pure-blooded orcs, and were seduced by the other party's words of "stealing all Ivan Deldan", and then came to the front line. Cannon fodder.

At this moment, after thinking about this matter, some orcs felt that instead of being blown up inexplicably on the battlefield in front of them, it would be better to fight with those old things and kill them before death.

In their hearts, it doesn't matter who they are fighting with. The most important thing is to fight again, to see blood and kill people.

As a result, under this strange brain circuit that ordinary people can't understand at all, tens of thousands of green-skinned orcs launched a mighty charge towards the rear - where the pure-blooded orcs were.

"Old man, we can't beat those Imperial people and can't get through, so we can only beat you!"

"Brothers, enjoy yourself before you die. Kill with me!"

"Waaagh! Old guy, I'm going to kill all of you! You asked me to be cannon fodder! And you want to lie to us!"

The green-skinned orcs who defected before the battle waved the bone clubs and stone axes in their hands, roared crazily, and rushed towards the orc position.

The ground was shaking and gravel was rolling down the hillside.

"Gruush is on top"

"Go back, do you want to be deserters?"

"Damn low-level orcs! What do you want to do? Rebellion?"

"No, no, they really rebelled! These low-level orcs rebelled!" the orc guards shouted.

Baan smashed a bone club into the head of the shouting orc, smashing his head and splattering his brains. Then he righteously angrily yelled: "You old guys, you still want to trick us into dying. You should have done it long ago." He was beaten to death by us!”

The orcs stationed in the position were caught off guard. They only let out a few angry words and were drowned by the sea of ​​green-skinned orcs.

Even if they died, they never expected that this group of guys who could barely be called the same race would actually switch sides and launch a counterattack against them because of the outrageous reason of "no fight."

But compared to the battlefield with millions of orcs, these rebellious orcs can't make much waves.

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"Master Chief, Master Chief, it's bad! The low-level orcs on the front line have rebelled!"

"Lord Chief, the Empire's magic is too powerful. All the low-level orcs on our side have been killed, and not a single one is left!"

"Oops! The imperial steel behemoth is about to run over!"

Orc scouts riding wargs galloped from all directions on the battlefield, bringing all kinds of news urgently, and without exception-all were bad news!

Zoro sat on the bone throne, his face so gloomy that he was about to drip with water. His right hand held the blood spear tightly, trembling slightly and making a creaking sound.

"Damn Imperials."

The orcs gritted their teeth, stood up suddenly, and yelled at the many orcs below them: "You bunch of trash! Idiots! You can't even control a group of low-level orcs!

There are three million of us! Three million people went to attack an enemy fortress and were killed completely! "

Zoro turned his head and looked at the shaman in black robe in the distance. His eyes were bloodshot and he asked angrily: "Mock! Is this the method you mentioned?

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

Mok lowered his head respectfully, his voice still hoarse, and there was no emotion at all: "Warchief, I sowed a 'seed' in them, a seed that can give birth to powerful orcs.

It's a pity that the enemy we face is too powerful. There is a being who is above the legend and takes action. Even I can't do anything. "

Hearing this, Zoro was furious and wanted to throw the blood spear in his hand.

He strode forward, grabbed Moke's neck with one hand, lifted it up, and roared at his withered face: "That's your incompetence! Incompetence!"

Mork was choked, but he still said word by word: "This is meaningless for the war chief."

"boom!"

A cannonball landed outside the camp, and the explosion shot into the sky, engulfing several orc soldiers and clan chiefs, and creating a large, charred hole outside their tent.

"The chief of the Blackbird clan was killed!" someone shouted outside.

The orcs in the camp all looked over and gasped, and the expressions on their faces became even more panicked.

The weapons made by the Imperials are so terrifying that they can even hurt them in the rear positions!

Seeing this scene, Zoro put Moke down casually, but the anger in his eyes became more intense, and there was also some uneasiness and fear, and sweat was flowing from his forehead.

"Hoo, hoo, hoo"

Zoro breathed heavily, and it took him a long time to calm down. He looked around and asked, "Everyone, what should we do now?"

"Fight them! Even now, we have more than two million people!

That's right! Even if there are more than two million pigs, those imperials may not be able to kill them all! "Someone slammed the table and stood up, his voice excited.

"The weapons of the imperials can kill people thousands of meters away."

"That's right, those low-level orcs are useless, no matter how many there are, they are useless."

"We should retreat to the Wugo grassland and disperse to our own pastures. Those imperials should not chase us up."

But more orcs shook their heads, whispered to each other, and experienced the defeat of the Red Blood Tribe led by Batu, they have become more conservative.

-Because most of those passionate and aggressive people died in the war On the field, he died in front of the wall of Avenderdan.

Listening to the discussion of the orcs, Solo's face became more and more ugly. He thought he would become a hero beyond Batu and fulfill the long-cherished wish of the orcs for thousands of years.

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

The cruel fact is: under his leadership, the orcs did not even see the wall of Avenderdan, and they died and injured countless people, and even the corpses could cover most of the ground.

Mok stood up and said: "Let's go, Great Chief, let's leave here and go back to that valley.

He pointed to the green-skinned orcs that were still surging like a wave in the distance and said, "These low-level orcs are like weeds on the grassland. If one piece is burned, another piece will grow out. They can't be killed completely.

We just need to lie dormant on the Wugo grassland and continue to cultivate low-level orcs, let them continue to multiply and proliferate. One day, the imperial people will also become lax, and then-it will be our chance."

As soon as this was said, the leaders of various clans responded one after another. Anyway, it was only the lives of low-level orcs that were consumed this time. Those things could grow out in large numbers like weeds at any time.

Even if millions of them died, it was just a simple number.

And once their elite orc warriors were killed by the empire, it would take several years or even more than ten years to train them. It would definitely not be worth wasting them in this war.

And these clan leaders also had some of their own little thoughts-once the Red Blood Tribe disintegrated again, they would have to rely on these strong warriors to compete with other tribes for grasslands and hunting grounds.

"Bang!"

Solo thought for a long time, and finally clenched his fist and pounded it hard on the table, unwillingly saying: "Okay, then... do as you say.

We will temporarily withdraw to the Red Blood Valley, continue to train orcs, and wait for the next opportunity to attack. Avenderdan will belong to us one day.

As for these low-level orcs, just leave them all here." (End of this chapter)