Magic? My Iron Torrent will sweep it all away!

Chapter 265 The Magical Scenes of the Orcs' Return

Zhao Gang quickly operated on the tablet and finally checked the list of the three races.

"Alright, everyone, you have used up all your quotas."

The representatives of the three races showed a complex expression of both pain and satisfaction upon hearing that their quotas had been reduced to zero.

They obtained the steel legion they had always dreamed of, but at a high price.

However, it was all worth the price!

With this equipment, they can reclaim their lost homeland and deliver a crushing blow to the demons!

Especially after the death of their commander, Murphy, who was confronting the Holy Human Dragon Knight Commander, they were very confident in launching a counterattack!

Other races also know this, and they are just waiting for the Holy Human Race to launch a counterattack and reduce the pressure on the major battlefronts, at which point they will also take the opportunity to act.

The three representatives had already imagined the scene of victory and the cheering of the people, and their faces showed hopeful smiles.

Lin Mo and Zhao Gang looked at the mountain of magical materials, mithril, and life spring water.

And that life fruit, carefully transferred and stored in the constant temperature incubator, its mouth was practically stretched to its ears.

Lin Mo stroked the spatial ring on his left hand with his right hand, looking at the enormous permanent portal in the distance.

It's like Qin Shi Huang eating Sichuan peppercorns—he's so sickened!

......

The Savage Bone Mountains.

This is the last refuge of the orcs.

The Bone Mountains, with their myriad peaks and rugged terrain, jungles, valleys, and caves, form a natural barrier for the orcs.

The orc tribes, relying on their familiarity with the terrain, managed to barely hold their own against the demons.

Even so, with the demon army pressing forward, they will eventually devour the orcs' last home.

Two hundred kilometers outside the mountains, in the wilderness, a peculiar torrent of steel is rolling forward.

There was no roar of engines, only the heavy thud of tracks crushing the earth, and countless heavy breathing sounds.

This scene is full of contradictions, making it feel very magical, yet you can't quite put your finger on what's wrong.

After all, it's normal to push something with wheels, isn't it?

"Hey! Annie, you should have given me a shout before you turned!"

"I almost threw out my back!"

A minotaur warrior, over three meters tall, braced his hands against the rear of a tank weighing tens of tons, while grumbling in a muffled voice towards the driver's cab.

Beneath his bronze skin, his muscles were bulging like gnarled old roots. Even with skillful exertion, each step he took still left shallow dents in the ground.

Inside the driver's cab, a girl with cat ears, upon hearing this, stuck out her tongue sheepishly and shouted:

"Sorry, Uncle Ali! The road conditions were good ahead, and I got a little carried away while driving!"

"Hahaha, Ali, you're already done for? Watch me!" From behind another tank, a bear-man warrior roared with laughter and suddenly exerted force with both arms.

"Hey—ya!"

The ground beneath his feet cracked instantly, and the main battle tank was pushed forward by him, its speed suddenly increasing!

The powerful acceleration made the alluring woman with a fox tail, who was driving, gasp, then roll her eyes and say irritably:

"You're just making things difficult for them."

Her voice was soft and alluring, but to the members of the Fox Spirit Clan who were already accustomed to the Fox Spirit Clan's style, it was like casting pearls before swine.

"Hey! You brute, who do you think you are!" The minotaur Ali immediately retorted, roaring and exerting his strength in response.

A steel legion of hundreds of chariots, amidst the laughter and curses of a group of orcs, raced across the wasteland at a terrifying speed of nearly sixty kilometers per hour.

The tanks at the forefront acted like indestructible road rollers, compacting the uneven ground and clearing a smooth path for the infantry fighting vehicles and rocket launchers behind them.

On both sides of the convoy, hundreds of orc scouts spread out in a fan shape, scouting ahead while protecting the army.

They carried rocket launchers or heavy machine guns, vigilantly scanning the surrounding mountains and air for any possible demons.

Suddenly, a scout squad stopped.

A hundred meters ahead, a small group of demon scouts—a few lesser demons and a Corruptor—were peeking out from behind a mound.

"I'll do it!"

One of the bear-man warriors in the group had his eyes shining. He excitedly threw off his backpack and grabbed his treasured "Vulcan"—a six-barreled Gatling gun.

This thing is way more exciting than his slingshot!

He didn't even look for cover; he just stood there casually, facing the demons.

"Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat—!"

A violent storm of metal swept out instantly, spitting out flames, and scalding hot cartridge cases poured down like a waterfall.

Those demons, who didn't even have time to react, were instantly torn into countless pieces of flesh.

"Whoa! That's awesome! So awesome!" The bear-man warrior roared with satisfaction as he felt the intense vibrations from the gun.

The gun barrel even chased after a piece of flying flesh and fired several more bursts.

"Damn demons, go..."

Before he could finish saying "Die!", a werewolf smacked him on the head and roared:

"Enough! Hogg! Don't waste bullets!"

"Hehe, just one..." The bear-man named Hogg showed no anger and wanted to say more, but was suddenly kicked away, leaving only an afterimage.

Hogg: "???"

"I'll let you do it again!" the burly minotaur scout captain roared.

"Aww!"

Hogg screamed as he clung to the 200-pound Gatling gun, only to be kicked against a tree trunk.

"You good-for-nothing!" the minotaur captain yelled, pointing at his nose.

"Do you know how much those bullets you just fired cost? Enough for us to eat our fill for days!"

"You're going to use it to fight these low-level demons?"

Hogg, embarrassed, scratched his head and muttered:

"Isn't it just... an itch to do something...?"

"Go back! If you do it again, you'll be pushing tanks!"

The Minotaur captain snatched the Gatling gun, carefully checked the remaining ammunition, and his face twitched with heartache.

This minor incident did not affect the army's journey.

In the marching column, Warwick, the werewolf leader, raised his wrist and glanced at the electronic watch that Lin Mo had given him.

10:00 AM.

Since he got this watch, he no longer needs to rely on observing the position of the sun to estimate the time.

This sense of precision down to the second made him feel incredibly sophisticated.

These are high-end items befitting his status, allowing him to frequently check the time and experience the feeling that time is under his control.

"All troops, rest in place! Eat!" Warwick's booming voice echoed throughout the army.

"Aww!"

"Dinner's finally served!"

The orcs pushing the cart immediately cheered.

One by one, they let go, walked to the side, plopped down on the ground, rubbing their aching muscles or empty bellies as they waited.

For orcs, the happiest thing is dry rice.

During the few days I lived with the Bactrians, they ate their fill at every meal, and every meal included meat!

Fragrant rice, fluffy steamed buns, long noodles, and that "white liquor" that makes them feel warm all over!

But now they've been reduced to their original state, not only eating two meals a day, but also not being able to get enough to eat, making them constantly reminisce about delicious food.

There's only one thing I look forward to every day.

That's just dry rice!