Chapter 670 Giant Mountain

"Boom!"

Another explosion, instantly filled with smoke, fire, shrapnel flying, blood mist rising into the sky.

More than a dozen orcs were blown to pieces, with limbs flying everywhere, and even charred heads rolling to the ground and turning several times in a row.

But the other orcs were unmoved, and they were too lazy to even turn their heads to take a look. Instead, they picked up the hot shrapnel with great interest-because this situation has lasted for several days.

This is the third day of the orcs' attack on Avendeldan.

The artillery fire of the Burning Empire continued day and night, and there were also two-legged dragons flying across the sky with screams, throwing bombs like raindrops.

During this period, the orcs also launched hundreds of large-scale offensives, and once approached the trenches of the Burning Empire, but were still repelled by fierce artillery fire. Every day, tens of thousands of orcs were buried in this "meat grinder" filled with the smell of gunpowder.

In just three days, the ground of this wasteland was bombed down three feet, the raised hills were flattened, and the charred bodies of orcs were everywhere.

But Mok's special method was not without effect. In this short period of time, the surviving orcs became stronger.

"waaaagh!"

The Giant Mountain let out an extremely angry war cry, and rushed towards the defense line of the Burning Empire under the overwhelming artillery shells.

In its hand was a huge war hammer made of countless broken shrapnel and firing devices, and the handle of the hammer would also spurt out blazing flames.

At the same time, the Giant Mountain picked up a lot of things on the battlefield, and put them together to gradually arm itself and make an extremely rough and simple armor.

"My tribe, charge with me! Their attacks will only make us stronger!"

The Giant Mountain raised the war hammer in his hand, stood on the top of the pile of corpses, pulled up the visor made of shrapnel, and let out a majestic roar.

"Waaagh!"

"Giant mountain! Brutal giant mountain!"

Accompanied by the orcs' cheers, the force field emanating from the giant mountain became stronger and stronger, almost to the point of being tangible, and could even dismantle the shells falling from the sky into scrap metal.

The orcs' technology was extremely backward and bizarre in the eyes of the Empire. Their weapons were made of natural materials such as stone and animal bones, which was simply a primitive tribe.

But the weapons made by these green-skinned orcs were almost contrary to objective common sense in the eyes of the Imperial researchers.

According to the observations of the Imperial researchers, in the fierce war and death, the orcs would produce an extremely idealistic power, and their beliefs were enough to distort objective reality-similar to warlocks.

As long as the orcs believed that this thing could be used for war, it could work smoothly.

Even the most inconspicuous piece of scrap metal could become a weapon that other races could not believe in, and under the distortion of that power, the creations made of scrap metal could even exert more brutal and wild power.

In a sense, every green-skinned orc is a potential "war sorcerer" who can distort reality with the will of war.

They have their own "unique" technology, of course, most of them are war machines made by patching together some war waste.

"Is that orc?"

"Yes, this is General Dror's order. We will kill it at all costs, even if it means wasting artillery shells."

"Okay, I know."

The artillery corps commander, the ogre big head put down the walkie-talkie in his hand, couldn't help but spit, and cursed: "Damn it, these brainless greenskins are just like cockroaches, and they can't be killed."

He came to the position, picked up the telescope, squinted his eyes and observed for a while, then shouted: "Do you see the big greenskin wearing shrapnel on the hill? Bomb it to death at all costs! Send it to see Gruumsh."

"Yes, corps commander!"

Soon, the imperial artillery calculated the angles and various parameters, skillfully aimed at the location of the "giant mountain", and prepared to launch a precise targeted bombing.

"Fire!"

"Boom--"

The commander of the ogre gave an order, and with the roar of artillery fire, dozens of heavy artillery fired in unison, and shells suddenly flew out of them.

The shells broke through the air, densely appearing in the sky, and fell towards the direction of the orcs as if they had eyes.

"Hu, hu"

The giant mountain raised his head, clenched the war hammer in his hand, and his breathing became more and more rapid, but the expression on his rough face became more and more excited.

The orc licked his exposed fangs and suddenly burst out laughing: "They are all coming for me. They want to kill me.

Hahaha! Good luck!

I want to see what else you can do besides releasing these explosive iron shells! If you can really kill me, it will be yours!"

Facing the shells falling like raindrops from the sky, the giant mountain was not afraid at all. Instead, he raised his war hammer high and jumped high to face the shells, with flames spurting out from under his armor.

"Waaaagh!"

"Boom!"

"Boom! Boom!"

The explosions filled the air one after another. Disturbed by the force field, many shells were stimulated and exploded in the air, and even turned into duds directly.

The orc threw the war hammer made of the remains of the shell with all his might. From the crooked gap behind the hammer head, brilliant flames burst out, neither scientifically nor magically, giving it a huge boost.

"Bang!"

The warhammer came out of his hand and came through the air, shattering several cannonballs horizontally in an instant, and then returned to the giant mountain's hand like a boomerang.

Immediately afterwards, several uneven iron balls were fired from the tattered device on its shoulder, flying towards the cannonballs in the sky, causing them to explode one after another.

Facing the last few cannonballs, the giant mountain roared again, swung the war hammer, and smashed it down hard.

"boom!"

Another huge fireball appeared in the air, but the orc warriors in rough armor landed on the ground with a crash, almost unscathed except for the black marks on their bodies.

"Huge mountain! Huge mountain! The rough giant mountain, the giant mountain that makes the Burning Ember Empire fear!"

"WAAAAGH!!!"

The orcs shouted its name feverishly, becoming more excited, and amidst the roar of the mountain and the tsunami, the force field of the giant mountain became stronger.

The mycelium released by Mork connects them together, allowing these orcs to generate spiritual power that can distort reality.

Seeing such a scene, even the observers of the Empire felt a little incredible.

They looked at the weapons and armor in the magic image that were child's play and could only be called "toys", and murmured to themselves: "How is this possible? No matter from which angle, it is impossible for that thing to work. !

Cassius, damn, that's just a pile of scrap metal from disintegrating cannonballs! ! "

The researchers were extremely annoyed. They grabbed their already thin hair and cursed at the orcs who were wearing simple clothes.

"WAAAGH!!!"

"Snatch them all!"

Under the call of Jushan, the orcs' offensive became more fierce. They picked up the scraps of metal and charged towards the empire's defense line again.

Facing the cannonballs falling from the sky, this time the orcs were able to use their own armor as protection, and they could also use force fields to interfere.

There were still some orcs who were blown to pieces and their bodies were blown to pieces, but more orcs filled the gaps, roaring and rushing toward the distant fortress.

This time, under intensive artillery fire, the orcs finally rushed several hundred meters away from the Ember Empire's defense line and were about to reach the fortress.

And there, the empire's engineers had already built various fortifications, and the deep trenches were winding like giant pythons, spreading for miles.

Hundreds of bunkers, large and small, stood in a row to defend each other. Each bunker was equipped with several light and heavy machine guns, as well as a dozen soldiers, which were excellent firepower points.

From the moment the orcs stepped into the defense zone, the angry voice of the hobgoblin general Dror echoed in the fortifications: "Fire! Fire for me! We must not let them get closer to the Dragon City!"

In an instant, fierce fire burst out from the rows of guns, and thousands of machine guns drawn from various places opened fire at the same time. The scene was quite spectacular.

"For the Empire!"

"For His Majesty Cassius!"

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"The great Cassius is above us, the Dragon City is with us, these green-skinned bugs don't even think about taking a step into the defense line!"

The imperial soldiers in the bunker shouted wildly. As creatures with dragon blood, their momentum was no worse than those of the green-skinned orcs.

"Da da da da da-"

Bullets from the heavy machine gun poured out from the muzzle, falling like raindrops among the orcs.

The orcs in the front row were the first to bear the impact, and they were also the most unlucky among them. Their chests, abdomens and even the tops of their heads had blood blooming, and then they fell straight to the ground.

The Ember Empire does not talk about humanitarianism. Every bullet will stir up the enemy's body to pieces, striving to cause maximum damage. Even the tenacious orcs will find it difficult to resist.

"Imperial people, I'm going to smash you into meat pies!" Jushan picked up a giant steel shield made of shrapnel, blocked it in front of him, and charged forward like an armored vehicle.

"The giant mountain! The rough giant mountain!"

"I'm going to follow him! Don't worry about these small iron pieces! Just smash the soldiers hiding in the cave to death, and we will win!"

Suddenly, at the call of the giant mountain, thousands of orcs followed behind him and launched a fierce charge.

"Go to hell!"

"Green bugs! Taste our bullets!"

Under the fire of thousands of heavy machine guns, the green-skinned orcs fell in pieces like wheat harvested by a scythe. Even the armored orcs could hardly block the penetration of the bullets.

"Follow me quickly!

Damn it, where are the people? "

Jushan was charging enthusiastically, but found that there was no movement behind him. He looked back in confusion, only to find that his men had been beaten into sieves.

They were lying on the ground, dying, with blood holes all over their bodies.

At the same time, the empire's artillery bombardment has not stopped. The orcs are experiencing butcher's knives from the sky and the ground at the same time. Even if they are large in number, it is difficult to advance even half a step.

"Kill him!"

"That's that guy, he's the leader of the greenskins!"

The imperial soldiers in the bunker also discovered the "leader" Jushan, and they all turned their guns and concentrated fire, hoping to kill the leader.

"Bang!"

In just a few seconds, Jushan's steel shield was beaten to pieces and full of holes, while a string of bullets penetrated the shield and shot directly into Jushan's strong body.

"ah!"

Jushan screamed in pain.

When those bullets passed through the body and exploded suddenly, the orc felt as if a piece of his entire shoulder had been cut off.

However, under the transformation of the spores, Jushan's body was extremely tough and resilient. The hyphae in the air gathered and quickly filled the blood hole.

"You, how dare you hurt me! I am a giant mountain!"

Soon, the anger of being wounded replaced the pain, and violently overwhelmed the orc's mind. The giant mountain's eyes were scarlet, and he completely lost his mind and turned into a war beast.

"Waaaaagh!!"

It dropped its shield casually, roared, and charged towards the bunker ahead. The burly body covered in armor was like a mobile fortress.

"Kill you!"

Bullets kept falling on Jushan's body, blood mist rose, blood-stained holes appeared one after another, and its body was beaten like a sieve.

But under the influence of the spore network, the surrounding hyphae have become part of it, constantly repairing and filling its body.

And amid the interference of the force field, many bullets deviated from their original trajectories and just bypassed the orcs.

"Follow the rough mountain!"

"It's the boss! If we follow it, we can kill all the Imperial people!"

The orcs shouted loudly, and they gathered around the giant mountain again, rushing towards the bunker like a raging flood.

The person in charge of that defense zone was none other than George. He was now the Dragon-Blooded Earl of the Empire and an Army Colonel. He managed an entire defense zone and had more than 3,000 Imperial soldiers under his command. He could barely squeeze into the ranks of senior officers.

Looking at the orcs charging madly in the distance, George looked calm. He picked up the walkie-talkie and said: "That special orc is charging towards the fifth defense zone that I am responsible for, and my soldiers are struggling to resist it.

But that strange force field will disable our weapons, and we'll need support from cannons and flying dragons. "

After getting positive recovery, George put down the walkie-talkie, took out the pistol from his waist, wiped it casually, pulled out his officer's sword, and held it tightly in his hand.

George once again looked at the astonishingly powerful orc army in the distance with their claws and teeth bared - especially the burly orc in the lead. There was a hint of expectation in his golden eyes.

He took a deep breath and tasted the smell of gunpowder smoke, but he didn't feel it was pungent. He only felt a sense of comfort and familiarity.

"This is the smell of the battlefield," George sighed softly.

War has always been like this, with opportunities and challenges coexisting, and in George's eyes, this war under the emperor's attention is obviously a great opportunity.

Immediately, he strode out of the bunker and rushed to the front line.