Ashen Dragon

The air was filled with a faint green mist of Orc spores. These spores collided with each other, causing a strange chemical reaction that made them even more frenzied, fearless of death.

"Charge!"

"Take everything from them! Waaagh!"

In an instant, all the Orcs seemed to go utterly berserk, waving their spears, bone rods, and stone axes as they surged forward like a massive tide toward the distant fortress.

Their footsteps beat on the ground in chaotic rhythm, like war drums, causing even the far-off Black Stone Mountain to tremble and emit mournful groans.

The Orcs pushed and shoved forward, and Big Teeth elbowed past his weaker kin, laughing maniacally as he led the Orc horde from the front: "Here I come, fat sheep! Waaagh!"

In Big Teeth's eyes, the battle would be one-sided, just like all the other fights he'd experienced before—Orcs swarming in and tearing the trembling enemies to pieces.

"Charge!"

"Take that fortress!"

At that moment, a deafening "Boom!" echoed, and splintered earth and stone flew high into the air, mixed with Orcs' blood and severed limbs, leaving behind a massive crater on the distant ground.

—It was a landmine.

To counter the flood-like offensive of the Orcs, the Empire's army had laid a minefield stretching dozens of kilometers long and two kilometers wide, presenting the Orcs with a "grand gift" they would never forget.

Yet the Orcs were oblivious, clueless about why their kin were dying, as they kept charging forward recklessly while shouting curses.

"What was that?"

"Why did they die?"

"Kara's head just flew off! I'm keeping it as a trophy, she was my best friend!"

"Shut up, I was Kara's best friend! That head is mine!"

Even amid such blood-soaked chaos, a few Orcs began wrestling over their comrade's severed head, injecting a touch of dark humor into the carnage.

"Boom!"

Amid this chaotic noise, another massive explosion erupted, and the Orc who triggered the mine was blown blackened, the scattered shrapnel instantly killing dozens more.

Soon, explosions rang out like rapid drumbeats, one after another, forming a gory path of sand, shrapnel, and mangled Orc remains.

Their sheer density was staggering! Even the Imperial Engineers hadn't anticipated their mines to deal such terrifying destruction.

But under the influence of the spores, the Orcs were utterly indifferent to the death of their comrades. The blood in the air, now infused with Orc spores, only made them more frenzied, more ecstatic.

"Waaagh!"

"Push forward!"

Like moths flying toward a flame, they rushed headlong into the minefield, triggering mines with soft "clicks" before being violently launched into the air by ruthless explosions.

Soon, the ground was littered with mangled, blackened corpses. The Orcs behind them stepped on these bodies to continue their assault. In just minutes, thousands of Orcs had perished in the explosions.

But Big Teeth did not rush forward; instead, he stayed safely behind the front row, allowing the Orcs ahead to trigger the mines first before advancing.

His underling, Hawke, was itching to charge ahead but was firmly held back by Big Teeth.

Hawke turned around, his face full of urgency and confusion. "Boss, why aren't we charging?"

"You idiot!"

Big Teeth smacked him on the head, scolding, "I've got to let those short-lived ghosts go die first, and we'll charge after them! That's how you get to loot stuff!"

"Ouch!"

Hawke rubbed his head in pain, nodded half-understandingly, and muttered softly, "If you hadn't stopped me..."

Under Hawke's envious gaze, yet another batch of Orcs roared and rushed to the front, only to trigger the mines again and be blown sky-high.

Big Teeth kicked a charred head that had rolled nearby and said grumpily, "If I hadn't stopped you, that would've been your head! Let's move!"

As a green-skinned Orc, Big Teeth did not fear death, but he refused to die like those short-lived ghosts—nameless and pointless. He had to plunder that fortress!

It was the belief in killing and looting that fueled Big Teeth, granting him an uncommon cleverness among green-skinned Orcs.

"Boom!"

"Boom! Boom!"

Another series of explosions rang out, as bombs fell like stones into an ocean and erupted into countless blossoms of blood. But they were nothing compared to the Orc horde's sheer numbers.

And so, amidst incessant explosions, the Orcs advanced step by step, sacrificing tens of thousands of their kin to inch forward.

Meanwhile, Big Teeth led his lackeys behind the doomed batch at the front, cunning enough to sustain only minor injuries.

"We'll be inside soon..."

Big Teeth licked his fangs with greed, his gaze locked onto the distant fortress as though he could already see himself slaughtering his way through it.

"Buzz——"

Suddenly, piercing whistles ripped through the air like thunder, reverberating across the plains and adding further chaos among the Orcs.

"What's that sound?"

"I reckon it sounds like the cry of eagles on the prairie, but eagles ain't so loud..."

"Never mind that! We keep charging! Plunder Aivendel! Waaagh!"

Unlike his reckless kin, Big Teeth cautiously glanced upward, only to behold a sight that would stay with him forever—

The sky was filled with rows of massive black-and-red strange birds, their bellies releasing countless black "bird eggs" that rained down from high altitude like a storm.

"Boom!"

In an instant, the "bird eggs" exploded like fireworks, spewing torrents of flames that consumed the surrounding Orcs, igniting everything on the ground—whether grass, rocks, or trees.

The spores within the Orcs could not protect them from the flames; instead, they turned them into fuel.

"Aaaaaaaah——"

The flames roared, the air snapped and popped as tens of thousands of Orcs at the front screamed and struggled in the inferno, reduced to charred remains within moments.

The wildfire raged unchecked, thick with the acrid stench of gasoline as it devoured the green-skinned Orcs' cheap lives with merciless tongues of flame.

This was the Empire's meticulously crafted napalm bomb—infernal fuel specially made for the Orcs. It's no surprise why players were given the honorary title of "Barbecue Master"—this was real barbecue, only the Orcs were the "ingredients."

As burning heat blasted his skin black, Big Teeth couldn't help but roar: "Retreat! Stay away from those bird eggs!"

But just then, Hawke beside him caught fire, letting out a wretched scream. He'd inadvertently caught some of the sticky flammable substance while trying to flee!

"Boss, save me! I'm burning to death! I don't want to die here—I want to loot Aivendel!"

Hawke staggered toward Big Teeth, his body ablaze as his skin cracked and popped.

Big Teeth glanced at the sticky substance clinging to Hawke and snarled, "Get away! I don't have room for useless trash like you!"

"Boss, don't abandon..." Hawke tried one last time to plead.

"Bang!"

Big Teeth kicked Hawke straight into the firestorm without hesitation, cursing under his breath: "Useless trash, trying to drag me down too..."

He brushed the flames off his leg and veered away from the inferno, ignoring his kin screaming for help in the flames, sprinting desperately toward the open ground behind him.

But just then, the flock of strange birds circled back, turned around in the sky, and launched another bombing run—with a downpour of bombs detonating across the land.

"Boom!"

"Boom! Boom!"

Firestorms swept across the ground, thick smoke blocked out the sun, and the flames spread rapidly, encircling tens of thousands of green-skinned Orcs within an enormous ring of blazing death.

"Whoosh——"

Another napalm bomb plummeted from the sky, exploding in midair.

Big Teeth lifted his head in furious despair, his cloudy eyes reflecting the dazzling, blinding flames as he instinctively cursed: "Damn it..."

"Boom!"

In an instant, the Orc boss was engulfed by the fiery blast, his body burned to charcoal and even melted, the shockwave rippling hundreds of meters away.

Thus, the once-infamous green-skinned Orc boss—Big Teeth, who led a rampaging horde of millions in the northern Fianso Continent, slaughtered cities multiple times, and earned the hated titles "Tooth of Calamity" and "Enemy of Civilization"—was simply lost to the flames in this bombing run, buried without even leaving a name behind.