Magic? My Iron Torrent will sweep it all away!

Chapter 266 The Battle on the Way Home

Orcs originally hated being employed the most; no one liked being exploited by outsiders or forced into hard labor.

Faced with the employer's harassment, they could only dare to be angry but dare not speak out, living a life of inferiority.

Unfortunately, they lacked the intelligence of the Holy Humans, the magical talent of the Elves, and the forging heritage of the Dwarves.

Having only brute strength, they had no choice but to sell themselves for the sake of their tribe and clan.

But among the Daxia people, they felt respected, loved, and enjoyed a life where they could eat their fill every day!

They have all secretly decided that if the Great Xia Dynasty continues to employ orcs, they must seize the opportunity, even if it means giving all their earnings to their tribe and keeping nothing for themselves.

After all, having three meals a day that are delicious and satisfying, with accommodation provided so you don't have to live a life of hardship, and being respected and pampered, is simply too wonderful!

The petite cat-people, fox-people, and winged people jumped out of the cockpit and began distributing dry rations and water sacs.

The scouts returned one after another, bringing back several antelopes and small animals that they had just hunted.

They skillfully skinned and cleaned the animals, then placed them over the campfire.

When the barbecue seasoning, which they called "delicious powder" and which they had obtained from the Daxia people, was sprinkled on, an overwhelming aroma instantly filled the air.

"Sizzle—"

The grease dripped into the flames, making an enticing sound.

A group of orcs huddled around the fire, staring longingly at the roasting meat, swallowing loudly with gulping sounds, their mouths watering.

For them, they could never get enough of this delicious food!

Warwick ordered the roasted meat, which exuded a domineering aroma, to be distributed among the bearmen, minotaurs, and centaurs pushing their vehicles and equipment.

"Thank you, Commander!"

The burly men pushing the cart roared with excitement as they took the sizzling roasted meat, tearing into it with gusto, their mouths dripping with oil.

The other orcs, though their mouths watered, had no complaints.

They ate dry, hard wild vegetables and meat patties, and drank water from their water sacs.

But his eyes were fixed on the grilled meat, as if he could deceive his taste buds and make himself taste the flavor of the grilled meat with the "delicious powder" of the Great Xia.

A minotaur was eating with his mouth full of oil.

They have human genes, so it's not surprising that they eat meat. Only by eating meat can they meet their daily needs and grow strong muscles.

As he ate, he noticed the cat-girl watching him intently as he chewed the tasteless dry rations. He immediately tore off a piece of meat and offered it to her.

"Annie, here, you should try some!"

"Thank you, Uncle Ali!" The cat-woman smiled sweetly and accepted it.

The minotaur chuckled good-naturedly and continued to work diligently.

That's how orcs are; they're pure of heart.

Therefore, they subconsciously antagonized the intelligent and holy humans, as well as the elegant and arrogant elves, making them feel ashamed of themselves.

Actually, before this, the dwarves were the ones who suited them the best. They were generous, open-minded, and straightforward.

But the place where the dwarfs live is too cramped. The doors and houses are too low, and when these big guys go in, they often bump their heads and get bumps all over their heads.

As for now, the people of Daxia certainly give the best impression.

Not far away, Warwick was taking big bites of the roasted animal thigh meat in his hand.

As a top-tier fighter, he needs to maintain a good state and sufficient combat power at all times.

He wouldn't feign humility and offer the roasted meat to the weaker members of his tribe.

In his view, that would be irresponsible to his people.

Over thousands of years of evolution, orcs have developed their own set of survival rules.

He quickly finished the lamb leg, filled his stomach, and then leaped up the hillside next to him.

A breeze blew from afar, and he squinted, the outline of the distant, undulating mountains appearing and disappearing in his field of vision.

That place is the Barbarian Bone Mountains.

Their home.

The tension that had been building up all the way finally eased slightly at this moment.

He jumped down the hilltop and returned to his unit, his booming voice echoing throughout the army:

"Pay attention, everyone! We're almost at the Barbarian Bone Mountains!"

Warwick raised his wrist and glanced at the digital watch Lin Mo had given him; the hands clearly displayed the current time.

"We expect to enter the mountain range in about three hours!"

"We'll be home after the sun goes down!"

"Awooo—!"

"Go home! Go home!"

All the orcs erupted in thunderous cheers, anticipating the worshipful gazes of their people.

After they finished eating, they quickly tidied up their belongings.

Those burly figures silently moved to the back of the steel behemoth once again, their heavy breathing merging into a torrent of power.

The steel convoy sets off once again!

……

Several hours later, the convoy officially entered the territory of the Barbarian Bone Mountains.

However, as soon as Warwick entered the mountains, he sensed that something was wrong.

It's too quiet.

The once vibrant forests are now deathly silent, devoid of any insect chirps or bird calls.

"Scouts! Spread out! Scout!" Warwick growled, a sense of unease rising within him.

Hundreds of scouts quickly broke away from the main force and disappeared into the mountains and forests like ghosts.

The convoy continued on, but its speed slowed down.

Half an hour later, a werewolf scout came running back, his face grim.

"Commander! Demonic traces have been spotted ahead!"

"How many?"

"There's no end in sight, they number over ten thousand, and there are two sixth-tier commanders leading the way!"

Sixth-tier demonic soldiers are extremely troublesome; they are thick-skinned, strong in combat, and very difficult to deal with.

When Warwick heard about the large number of demons, a fierce glint flashed across his face.

Perfect, let's test the power of this new guy on you guys!

"Alistar!"

"Here!" Alistar the Minotaur stepped forward.

"Take a team and lure them into open ground from the front!"

"yes!"

"The rest of you, stay put and await further instructions!"

Soon, the sounds of fierce battle cries from orcs and unidentified roars from demons echoed from the valley ahead.

Alistar, the minotaur, led dozens of warriors and single-handedly drew away two Tier 6 commanders, fleeing swiftly through the jungle.

Just then, a deep and unique rumble sounded from behind.

"Buzz—"

One after another, main battle tanks, their tracks spinning and engines roaring like thunder, surged out of the formation!

Inside the driver's seat, the cat-eared girl Annie gripped the steering wheel tightly, her face displaying a mixture of tension and fervor.

She shouted into the communicator:

"Target locked!"

"Fire!"

Warwick's cold voice rang out.

"Boom boom boom—!"

The massive cannons of dozens of tanks suddenly contracted, unleashing a series of deafening roars that echoed through the valley!

Long tongues of fire spewed from the cannon muzzle as armor-piercing and high-explosive shells tore through the air, whistling with death, and instantly covered hundreds of meters to blast away.

At this moment, the demon horde, unaware of what was about to happen, continued their excited and twisted pursuit of the newly discovered orcs.

The next second, the cannonball landed precisely in the demon horde!