Ashen Dragon

Chapter 875: Chapter 184: The Feast of Slaughter_2

And as the war rages on, the orcs have not even encountered the Empire’s guard directly, only been unilaterally slaughtered.

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“Great Chief, the spell power of the Ashen Empire is too overwhelming. Should we… retreat for now and avoid the sharp edge?” On the hill, a Clan Leader lowered his head, cautiously inquiring.

Gazing at the billowing smoke across the sky and the sea of fire engulfing the land, Solo, being the Great Chief, extended his hand and resolutely shook his head, his tone grave: “No, we must never retreat.”

He raised his head, looking at the bipedal wyverns skimming the skies, and said: “Such extravagance, no wonder they managed to conquer North Aisier, the High Mountain Kingdom. To think those arrogant spellcasters would be assigned to such tasks.

However… this intensity of spell bombardment cannot last long. Even if every person on the wyverns is an Archmage, it is impossible for them to sustain releasing such a high volume of Flame Spells intensely.

We can absolutely use the lives of the advance troops to deplete their magic, reducing the pressure for our subsequent offensives.” Solo’s tone brimmed with confidence.

But there was one special reason he did not voice aloud: In the dictionary of green-skin orcs, the word “retreat” does not exist.

Even if he issued the order, those war-frenzied green-skin orcs would likely refuse to obey, shouting “Waaagh!” as they charged into the sea of fire — moreover, he himself possessed this bloodline, fully aware of the frenzy surging in the heart.