Chapter 676: Solo's Spear

"Go! Go!"

"Father God Gruumsh, how could those Imperial people have such weapons!"

"No wonder the Mountain Kingdom was destroyed by them! With these low-level orcs alone, how can we possibly recapture Avendeldan?"

Looking at the land covered in smoke and fire in the distance, the orcs looked horrified. They didn't even have time to pack up the baggage, and fled north in panic again.

Fortunately, the camps of these pure-blooded orcs are located at the rear of the battlefield. They only need to retreat a few dozen miles to return to their hometown, the Ugo Prairie.

Zoro was riding on the back of a wasteland land dragon beast. He turned his head and looked at the messy battlefield. His eyes reflected the firelight, but there was a deep hatred in the depths of his pupils.

So far, Solo's grand plan of capturing Avendeldan and leading the orcs to conquer the Fiantho continent has completely come to nothing.

His army of "millions of orcs" was burned to death by the overwhelming flames of the Ember Empire without even touching the city walls of Avendeldan.

And burned to ashes along with those green-skinned orcs, was Solo's glory and prestige as warchief.

——In recent days, he has heard a lot of rumors. Due to the defeat on the battlefield, the clan leaders were discussing splitting up their families again after the war and no longer obeying the leadership of the Red Blood Tribe.

How could he not hate it?

Zoro not only hated the Ember Empire for destroying his dream, but also hated the selfish and short-sighted clan leaders and hated them for plotting rebellion.

Thinking of this, Zoro's veins stood out on his forehead, and he squeezed out a few words from between his teeth: "Burning Empire, one day, I will lead countless orcs to slaughter all your people, and I will kill that red-haired Empire with my own hands. The dragon's head was chopped off and hung on the walls of Avendeldan

Of course, I have to deal with those damn traitors first! "The orc chief clenched his fists holding the blood spear, and there was a strong murderous intent in his cloudy eyes.

"Whoosh——"

A harsh scream came from the distant horizon, and several bipedal flying dragons were seen flying high in the sky, dropping bombs one after another towards the advancing orc army.

"boom!"

"Boom! Boom!"

The fire shot straight into the sky and the sound shook the earth, but the orcs were at a loss and waved their weapons in fear, but they were unable to do anything about it.

"Damn it, it's those Imperial flying dragons!"

"How could this happen? They actually chased them here!"

"My lord Gruumsh, are the magic and divine arts of these imperial people endless?"

"Quick! Damn it, shoot them down!" Zoro looked at the dozens of elite orcs who were killed, then looked up at the black spots in the sky, and roared.

The orc cavalry next to him had a sad face and whispered: "Warchief, they fly very high and very fast, and our short bows can't do it at all."

"Trash, a bunch of trash!"

Zoro was furious. It was enough that the low-level orcs were slaughtered, but these damn flying dragons actually killed his elites! Kill wantonly in front of him!

To use the vulgar expressions of the orcs: This is just sitting on his head and shitting!

"Damn Imperial people, I want you to pay the price!"

Zoro snatched the spear from the hand of the orc cavalry, and then stared at the sky with his bloodshot eyes. He saw the flying dragons climbing up in the distance, and seemed to be about to turn back.

High in the sky, the dragon knights of the Aviation Corps were going about their routine work - pressing buttons, dropping bombs, and killing orcs.

Compared with the tense and thrilling air battles before, their current work is as repetitive and boring as the operations of workers on an assembly line, except that they can see some "fireworks" using the lives of orcs as fuel.

This time, their target was the evacuating pure-blooded orcs.

Looking at the experience prompts displayed on the system panel, Mantou frowned: "The density of orcs here is too low. One round of bombing only killed a dozen. Fortunately, their challenge level is still slightly higher. point."

Singo commented: "These days, missions have whetted your appetite, right? In the past, you were rushing to complete toilet flushing missions that cost hundreds of experience points, but now you are tired of bombing with thousands of experience points."

Steamed Bun curled his lips: "It was before, it is now, hey, everything about this mission is good, but it is too boring and there is no passion for fighting.

Every day I just eat, sleep and blast orcs, easily earning thousands of experience points, it’s boring, it’s so boring! "

Singo smiled and said: "If you say this, you will probably be blocked by those newbies who are troubled by their experience and cannot upgrade."

Mantou said confidently: "So what? Can they still beat me to death? Hum, if they really come, I will send them to the west with a bomb!"

Singo said calmly: "If you want to destroy it, you must first expand it. I think you are drifting."

Steamed Bun curled his lips and retorted: "Xin Gou, shut up! Don't do this, you are the best at showing off. You always steal the show at any event."

"etc--"

Singo's tone suddenly felt strange: "Steamed buns, the fighting passion you want is probably coming soon!"

"What?"

Mantou lowered his head with confusion on his face, and saw on the ground an extremely burly orc in heavy armor holding a spear in his hand, looking at him with hatred on his face.

And the display screen in front of his helmet suddenly showed big red words - "Warning, warning, you are about to encounter danger! Please evacuate immediately!"

The voice of Curtis came from the headset: "You are being targeted by the strong among the orcs. According to our energy level identification system, this guy is a legendary existence and exudes a certain undetectable aura.

Evacuate quickly. If you are caught - tsk, then you can only pray for the best."

The call ended.

Mantou had a sad face and wanted to slap himself so that he would not be so crow-mouthed in the future.

You should know that the experience of death penalty is deducted in proportion. Once he dies, most of the massive experience he has earned in the past few days will be vomited out.

But then, Mantou gritted his teeth and cursed inwardly: "Damn it, isn't it just an orc? Can he still fly?"

After hearing Curtis's order, the flying dragon knights of the aviation corps pulled the joystick together and climbed up almost vertically to the ground.

After being equipped with the Skyfire Armor, the flexibility of the wyvern was greatly reduced, but its speed was greatly increased. Flying at low altitude was risky, so it was the best choice to keep a distance and rise to high altitude.

Even if the orc warrior was strong, he didn't have wings after all, and couldn't fly as freely as they did.

However, Solo's muscles were tense, half-kneeling on the ground, his legs like compressed springs.

"Boom!"

Accompanied by a roar, the ground suddenly sank, and dust rushed into the sky. Under that strong force, Solo's six-meter-tall body suddenly jumped up, and in an instant it rushed into the sky hundreds of meters high, just like flying.

And spider-web-like cracks appeared on the ground, which actually created a huge pit with a diameter of several meters and a depth of several feet.

"Shua——"

At a very fast speed, the orc's body surface rubbed against the air, and even produced a series of flames, making him like a meteor rising from the ground to the sky.

Moreover, the heart filled with the original orc spores in Solo's body was beating wildly, constantly releasing a strong force field and pressure.

Looking at the orc that broke through the air and gradually caught up with them, Mantou was stunned: "What the hell is this monster? Can this thing really be considered an orc?"

Seeing this scene, the dragon knights no longer held back and pressed the acceleration button one after another.

"Shua——"

The steel pipe behind the Skyfire armor suddenly sprayed out flames, helping them to accelerate continuously, turning into red afterimages piercing the sky.

After flying in the air for a few seconds, under the restraint of gravity, the speed of the orc gradually slowed down and was about to fall back to the ground.

At this moment, the distance between him and Mantou was only a few dozen meters! But this last distance could not be reached anyway.

Mantou finally felt relieved at this moment. He turned his head, made a grimace, and said in a mocking tone: "Haha, eat my dragon's tail gas!"

"Asshole!"

Solo was furious, his face was extremely ferocious, the muscles in his arms bulged, the veins protruded, and he accumulated terrifying power.

Looking at the sharp spear in the other party's hand, Mantou suddenly felt something was wrong, and a creepy premonition rose in his heart: "Wait, this guy won't want..."

"Swoosh--"

No mistake, one sentence, one content, one content, one 6, one book, one bar, one look!

There was only a sharp explosion that resounded through the sky, and the sharp spear tore through the air and stabbed Mantou fiercely.

"Shameless Imperial! Die!"

Followed by the thunderous roar of the orcs.

Mantou accelerated desperately, pressing all the emergency buttons on the armor, and flames, lightning and force field energy appeared behind the two-legged dragon one after another, and several emergency turns were made.

But the spear wrapped in orc spores was like a ghost, following the dragon like a shadow, and in an instant it came under the wyvern.

"Sizzle--"

First there was a crisp sound, followed by the sound of a sharp weapon piercing flesh and blood. The spear pierced through the armor, piercing through the wyvern and Mantou's bodies one after another, piercing them through.

Mantou lowered his head and looked at the bloody spear tip piercing through his chest, and he wanted to cry but had no tears.

A speeded-up version of "See you again" came from the headphones, and Curtis's half-smiled voice: "Mantou, thank you for standing up and covering the other members of the air formation to retreat smoothly."

It's over, the waves are big.

- This was the last thought that flashed through Mantou's mind.

"Boom!"

The next moment, the self-destruct device in the dragon's belly was triggered, and the dozen bombs stored in it exploded instantly, creating a dazzling fireball in the sky.

Burning debris scattered on the ground, and Mantou's body had turned into charred meat, which was quite consistent with the background music.

And the orc warrior landed on the ground with a bang.

"Chief Solo!"

"Powerful Solo! Your strength is amazing! You can kill those flying dragons!"

"The terminator of flying dragons, Solo!"

"Chief, you have avenged our warriors!"

"Enough!"

However, at this moment, Solo had a gloomy face, without the excitement of killing the enemy, but angrily ordered: "Those imperialists will come back, let's retreat quickly!"

"Yes, Chief."

Solo looked around, his face uncertain, at least after showing his strength, these orcs would temporarily obey his orders - even those clan leaders, no exception.

He looked at the fortress on Blackrock Mountain again, and made up his mind: I will come back to Avenderdan.

But next time, I will lead a stronger orc army here to recapture Avenderdan, and will never flee like this time.

"General Dror, the orc chieftain is leading the Red Blood Tribe to evacuate northward. Should we intercept them?"

"No, no."

The earth elf waved his hand, turned around, and looked to the north: "Don't forget your majesty's will. Our goal this time is not to win this war, but to eradicate the orc forces in the Ugo Prairie."

The adjutant was puzzled: "But the Ugo Prairie is vast and boundless. Once you get there, it will be the home ground of the orcs."

Dror shook his head and smiled grimly: "His Majesty Cassius once said that the bishop can run away, but the church cannot escape.

As long as they go back , we can find the source of the green-skinned orcs, cause a devastating blow to their habitats, and solve the orc problem from the root. "

The adjutant nodded repeatedly and flattered: "You are far-sighted and shrewd, and you have a deep understanding of His Majesty's motto."

Derol was very happy to hear this, and said proudly: "Of course, His Majesty personally conveyed the order to me."

"You are worthy of being General Drol, you have won the trust of His Majesty Cassius!"

After completing this mission successfully, I may be promoted to Duke, the earth elf general was complacent in his heart.

Suddenly, Curtis's voice appeared in the magic transmitter: "General Drol, just now, we lost a Skyfire Armor."

Derol frowned slightly. You know, the armor is extremely expensive, and the cost alone is thousands of gold coins. Each one is precious.

Drol asked: "What's going on? Can those weak green-skinned orcs hurt our air formation?"

Curtis answered truthfully: "We encountered the main force of the orcs and launched a tentative attack on them. There is a powerful warrior above the legendary level in their team - this is probably the chieftain."

"Legend." Drol's face suddenly became solemn.

This level of existence is a force that cannot be underestimated on the entire continent. Even in the current Burning Empire, there are only a few.

Thinking of this, Drol asked: "If you can't handle it - do you need me to ask Ms. Misha for help?"

"No, General."

Unexpectedly, Curtis shook his head and refused him, and added: "It's just right. I want to experiment whether the power of 'that thing' can kill a legendary warrior."

Hearing the joy inadvertently revealed in Curtis' words, Drol felt a little chilled. (End of this chapter)