Chapter 686 The Dead Orc

"Shua, shua, shua——"

Accompanied by the crisp sound of the air being blown, the red dragon flapped its wings and slowly descended from the sky, looking down at all the creatures on the battlefield from a high position.

"Long live the Empire!"

"Long live His Majesty Cassius!"

The cheers of the imperial officers and soldiers were like a continuous wave, and as the red dragon descended, the sound became higher and higher.

In the flying dragon city farther away, countless soldiers fired guns to salute, and the two-legged dragons all spread their wings, stretched their necks, raised their heads and roared.

The red dragon cast a hideous and huge shadow on the ground. As he approached the ground, the shadow became larger and larger, and even enveloped hundreds of orcs including Solo.

The majestic dragon's might descended, like a heavy mountain pressing on the hearts of every orc present, making their hearts pound and suffocating.

Solo knelt on the ground, lowered his head, and felt the pressure coming towards him. He felt like he was falling into an ice cave, trembling violently, and sweating profusely.

This is impossible!

The red dragon actually won!

How could this be possible? The powerful and invincible Father God that Solo believed in actually lost to the emperor of the Burning Empire!

"Father God!"

"Father God, please give us shelter!"

"The red dragon is back! Father God, please kill him quickly!"

He prayed and roared frantically in his heart, but no matter what, the familiar voice did not sound again, and only silence responded to him.

At this moment, Solo finally believed that the Father God had completely abandoned them and the orcs of the Ugo Prairie, and didn't care about them.

Thinking of this, the orc chieftain's eyes were empty, his eyes were staring straight, and he knelt on the charred land like a thunderbolt.

The roar of artillery fire and the cheers of the imperial soldiers enveloped him like a tide, making him feel a sharp buzzing in his ears.

The past scenes also emerged in his mind: the death of the former chief Batu, the collapse of the Red Blood Tribe, the gift of the Father God, and the cultivation of new orcs

Solo murmured: "I am the chief of the Red Blood Tribe, I am a warrior chosen by the Father God, and I am the hero who will lead the orcs to rise."

He should have a brilliant future, he should have set off a surging beast tide and conquered the north of Fianso, but all this was destroyed by the red dragon!

After a moment of silence, he suddenly raised his head and looked at the red dragon flapping its wings in the sky, staring, gritting his teeth, burning with endless anger.

It was this red dragon that destroyed everything for him! Let his hope, his future, and his ambitions be burned to ashes!

No, he still has one last ray of hope, as long as he kills that damn red dragon!

Suddenly, in extreme anger, the orc spores in Solo's body were awakened!

This nearly six-meter-tall orc had bulging muscles all over his body, his face was red, his eyes were wide open, the blue veins on his forehead swelled with his heavy breathing, and his eyes shot out a thousand feet of anger.

He picked up the spear on the ground, held it in his hand, then raised the spear, stepped on the ground, jumped high, and roared angrily in a somewhat unconscious manner: "I will kill you!"

Although the orc was tall and burly, in front of this super giant red dragon with a body length of nearly 60 meters, he was like a jumping green grasshopper, which looked particularly small and ridiculous.

"Look, that green skin actually tried to challenge His Majesty!"

"It's really overestimating one's own ability."

"Yes, even their gods were defeated by His Majesty Cassius, how dare he."

Seeing this scene, the imperial soldiers watching talked a lot, but most of them were sarcastic, and some were indignant, thinking that this was a humiliation to His Majesty Cassius.

But no matter who it is, even the soldiers of the orcs, they don't think that Solo's "assassination" will succeed.

In the face of the huge gap in strength visible to the naked eye, no matter how skilled the fighting skills are or how courageous they are, it will be useless.

"Don't overestimate your own abilities."

Cassius stared at the orcs jumping towards him with a cold look.

Then, as if he thought of something, a slightly sarcastic smile suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"In this case, let me try what I snatched from the old greenskin - whether it works or not!"

The red dragon stretched out its huge claws and opened its five sharp fingers. The blood-colored light ball in its palm suddenly changed and condensed into a blood-stained spear.

The majestic pressure spread out vigorously, making the creatures within a hundred miles involuntarily fear, surrender, and panic in their hearts. This is not the dragon's power - but the divine power in the fields of war, strength, chaos, and orcs.

The moment he saw the blood-stained spear and felt the familiar fluctuations, Solo suddenly widened his eyes and his body stiffened. The huge shock and fear hit his heart like a heavy hammer.

"This, this is the breath of the Father God?"

Solo's voice became hoarse and trembling, and his tone was full of disbelief.

For a moment, a lot of thoughts emerged in his mind: Could it be that the supreme power of the Father God has been taken away by this greedy red dragon? Then what should he, who claims to be a person favored by God, do?

But Cassius did not give him much time to think. The red dragon still smiled mockingly, holding the blood-stained spear and manipulating this ray of divine power.

"Boom--"

Accompanied by the roar of the sky, the blood-colored divine light spread.

Instantly, all the orcs felt a strong sense of fear that their bodies, spirits, and even souls were being held in the hands of others and could be broken at any time - even Solo in mid-air was no exception.

In the orcs' terrified and fearful eyes, the red dragon waved the blood-stained spear and pointed the tip of the spear at Solo in mid-air.

"Shua——"

A dazzling blood light flew out and hit the orc's body.

In an instant, Solo felt that his body was controlled by an invisible giant hand, with no room for resistance. He felt his flesh being peeled off, his bones being removed, and even his soul being taken out.

The orc was suspended in mid-air. Under the gaze of countless people, his burly body gradually shrank, his strong limbs became thin and sunken, and even his fur became withered.

Soon, Solo discovered that the red dragon was doing something more terrible than killing him - depriving him of his power!

"No, no--"

"Red Dragon! You can't take away my power!"

Solo shouted silently, anger, fear, and panic filled his heart.

But under the power of controlling the orcs, he had no choice but to let the other party manipulate everything about him like a puppet.

In the end, Solo had become an old orc less than 1.6 meters tall, with atrophied muscles, wrinkled skin, and even his hair almost falling out.

If you don't look closely, no one would associate him with the orc chieftain who was full of vigor before, and even think he was an old goblin.

Casius put down his spear, and Solo fell from mid-air, fell heavily to the ground, dizzy, in pieces, and even his bones were broken.

"Ah."

Solo opened his eyes and lowered his head with difficulty. What he saw was the skinny, wrinkled body - the old orc that he hated the most and should be executed.

He moved his fingers and realized with horror: his strength was less than one thousandth of what it was before. It was difficult for him to even raise his hand, let alone fight.

For orcs who worship the strong, this is a torture more terrifying than death - no, it is more terrifying than being cut into pieces!

The orcs around him whispered at first, and then their voices gradually became louder, and they began to discuss nonchalantly.

"Chief Solo has become so weak."

"Yes, this kind of breath is not as good as an underground dwarf."

Solo raised his head with difficulty, looked at the red dragon in the sky with fear, and begged tremblingly: "Red dragon, no, Your Majesty Cassius, please give me back my power."

However, Cassius just watched him with interest, as if he was observing a weak ant.

"Is this guy worthy of being our chief?"

"He is too weak, so weak that he is unworthy of the teachings of the Father God. According to the rules of the tribe, he should be expelled by us."

No mistake, one post, one content, one book, one bar!

"Tsk tsk, he looks like a wild dog"

"If you abandon this guy on the side of the road, he will probably be eaten by vultures and become a pile of bones."

The orcs' discussions became more and more unscrupulous, like a sharp knife, stabbing into Solo's heart again and again, making him feel extremely angry, regretful, and painful.

Under the gaze of the people, Solo buried his head in the ground with great effort, hitting his forehead against the ground again and again until blood flowed down.

His face was covered with blood and tears, and he cried hoarsely: "Your Majesty Cassius, please give me back my power.

I. I am willing to lead the Red Blood Tribe to submit to you, and I am willing to give everything I have."

However, Cassius glanced at it, shook his head with some amusement and said: "Now you, except for a rotten life, what else is valuable to me?

Chief Solo, since you have made a choice, you must pay the price for it."

"Yes, I think so too! This weak old thing is not worthy of being our chief!"

Suddenly, a roar full of energy sounded, like thunder in the plain, attracting people's attention, even Cassius in the sky looked over.

I saw a sturdy and ugly green-skinned orc jumped out, holding a sharp steel claw in his hand, stretching out his foot, and stepping on Solo aggressively.

Unexpectedly, this orc was one of Solo's two personal guards, Garlon, who had participated in the "Bloody Day".

Solo looked at his former subordinate who was showing off his power. He wanted to roar in anger, but he could only say weakly: "Damn low-level orc, your life is given by me.

If it weren't for me, you wouldn't exist at all!"

Garlon shook the steel claw in his hand and said nonchalantly: "Old man, you said that the defective products of the old era should be eliminated!"

"Swish--"

Before Solo could answer, there was a sound of a sharp blade piercing into flesh and blood. Garlon actually waved his steel claw and pierced Solo's head directly!

The old face was full of fear and disbelief-until his death, he didn't believe that he would be killed by the orc he trained himself.

Garlon easily pulled out his bloody steel claws, blood and brains spurted out of the head, and he smiled and said, "Goodbye, old man."

Then, Garlon raised his head and pointed at the dead Solo, with a flattering smile on his blood-stained face: "Lord Red Dragon, I have killed this old guy.

We orcs are willing to follow a strong man like you. From now on, you will be our boss, and we will kill wherever you point."

"Yes, that old guy Solo is not worthy of being our boss!"

"Boss Cassius!"

"And I also feel a kind and familiar breath, it is right to surrender to this Red Dragon Boss!"

The green-skinned orcs trained by Solo instantly changed sides and noisily surrendered to the Red Dragon, while those pure-blooded orcs were pale and silent.

For these simple-minded and well-developed green-skinned orcs, as long as there is a war, it doesn't matter who they surrender to.

What's more, Cassius not only has powerful strength, and can easily deal with the former chief Solo like catching a chicken, but also exudes the breath of "Father God".

Seeing that the emotions were in place, Garlon knelt on the ground and shouted loudly: "Your Majesty Cassius, please accept our surrender!"

After that, he imitated the appearance of those imperial people and shouted fanatically: "Long live His Majesty Cassius!"

Casius looked at the orc who had turned into a traitor and suddenly felt like laughing. He thought that this guy was also a talent.

Garlon, he had also heard of this name. In his previous life, he was also one of the "Four Natural Disasters" in the beast tide. He had planned several large-scale massacres, killed hundreds of thousands of humans, and became the nightmare of countless people in the north of Fianso.

If it were in the past, Cassius might really take him in and let this orc leader serve him.

But now, after suffering several big losses, Cassius has become much more cautious.

The mark of the orc god and the mother of fungi on this orc is too heavy. I don't know how many hidden tricks are in his body. If he rashly puts it into the empire, it will definitely pose a threat to himself.

Even if he wanted to bring into play the power of these orc domains, Cassius was inclined to create a dragon race that belonged to him and had no hidden dangers.

Thinking of this, Cassius looked down at the tens of thousands of orcs on the battlefield indifferently, slowly raised the blood spear in his claws that symbolized the authority of the orcs, and released the blood-colored divine light.

"All orcs, listen to my order--"

Cassius' thunderous voice echoed in the sky and the earth, with overwhelming momentum.

"Great!"

"Does the boss agree?"

"We will be imperial people in the future!"

Looking at the familiar blood-colored divine light in the sky, the orcs were immediately excited, waving their spears and bone sticks and cheering, and Garlon was also overjoyed.

However, Cassius's next words made them feel like they were falling into an ice cave.

"I will grant you - complete death!"

"Shua--"

Instantly, the blood-colored divine light spread rapidly, extending ten miles away. All the orcs covered by the blood-colored light - whether they were green-skinned orcs or pure-blooded orcs, fell down in groups like harvested wheat.

The moment they came into contact with the divine light, their eyes dimmed, their pupils blurred, and they fell to the ground, dying silently.