OBS Chapter 30 Battle
Chapter 30 Battle
The burning firelight illuminated almost half the mountaintop, casting shifting shadows on the faces of the surrounding orcs.
They couldn't understand it at all. It was just a fledgling dragon. Even the most powerful red fledgling dragon could have such a terrifying breath.
Look at that pillar of fire stretching for more than ten meters. Even some young red dragons could only exhale such a powerful and sustained fire.
But the orcs did not back down. The warriors who had been thrown back by the shockwave had now surrounded them again, shouting rough war songs as they slowly approached.
Thor slightly turned his head. The vertical pupils on both sides gave the dragon an extremely wide field of vision. Except for a small area behind him, he could see almost a 300-degree range around him.
A rough count revealed that there were more than 20 orcs surrounding them, and the leaders were already experiencing a surge of blood and their skin was slightly red, which were obvious signs of berserk behavior.
Unlike the boar-men, these guys also wielded sophisticated weapons; sharp spears and broadswords gleamed with a chilling light in the firelight, enough to pierce the defenses of a fledgling dragon's scales.
"Where did these damned guys come from? I have to find a way to get out of here first."
The previous breath attack had already caused Thor to feel a burning pain in his esophagus, and his magic power was slightly depleted. He estimated that he could only exhale one more breath.
He stared silently at the long ropes hanging from the hands of the orcs, the gleaming iron hooks on them posing the greatest threat to him.
The next instant, before the orcs could get close enough, he suddenly spun around and swung his long tail.
Its long tail swept across the ground like an iron chain, kicking up large amounts of mud, sand, and still-burning coals, heading straight for the faces of the orcs.
Taking advantage of this momentary cover, he suddenly pushed off the ground with his powerful limbs, and his unusually large wings folded into three sections, tightly retracting to his sides like thick shields, and charged straight at one of the orcs holding a long rope.
Even with its head and tail removed, the 15-foot-long fledgling dragon is still the size of a robust foal.
The orc blocking Thor's path seemed to see a ball of flame hurtling towards him; he only had time to let out a roar before being knocked to the ground.
When his exposed skin touched the red dragon's scales, he felt a sharp burning pain. He raised his head to resist, but a hideous maw descended from the sky.
Thor bit down on the orc's head, his powerful jaw muscles causing his hard dragon teeth to pierce the skull as easily as biting into a crisp cookie.
He swallowed the flesh and blood that flooded his mouth, then suddenly spread his wings, which had been folded at his sides, and knocked away two incoming grappling hooks.
But two orcs seized the opportunity to step forward, holding their spears horizontally, and using the momentum of their charge, thrust them straight into his abdomen.
Although the blue dragon's order was to capture them alive, given the true dragon's formidable vitality, as long as its heart and brain remain intact, even a pierced chest and abdomen would not be fatal.
The still-tender dragon scales were pierced by the sharp spearhead, and Thor felt a strong stinging pain on both sides of his abdomen. He suddenly swung his outstretched wings down with force.
With a wingspan exceeding 25 feet, the powerful flapping of the wings produced a muffled "bang!" and instantly generated a strong upward force, propelling his body high into the air.
The two spears that had already pierced his skin were thus deflected, leaving only two long bloody marks on either side of his abdomen.
Just as Thor was about to take off, a tall orc figure suddenly rushed out from the ground below, using the force of the charge to leap up and actually arrive above him first.
"Get down!"
In the firelight, Thor could see that it was an orc wielding a long sword, its exposed skin a deep red, covered with burst blisters, and its eyes glowing a bloodshot red.
Faced with the blade slashing down on him, even he dared not take it head-on. He quickly twisted his flexible neck and retracted his outstretched wings, dodging the blade but inevitably falling back to the ground.
The moment he landed, he suddenly lowered his body so that his belly was pressed against the ground, then spun around again and whipped his thick, long tail out like an iron chain.
The two orcs wielding spears were unable to dodge in time, and their legs were struck hard by the tails. With a crisp cracking sound, their entire bodies flew backward.
"There are quite a few damn bastards, but at least I'm not all alone."
The roars of Sistana and Kalp, along with hurried footsteps, could be heard from not far away.
Two fledgling dragons burst out of the cave and pounced on the nearest orc, tearing at him with ferocious bites.
Facing the orcs surrounding him, Thor took another deep breath.
The blood vessels in the body frantically squeezed every last bit of magic power from the body, and together with the heat and dust released by the burning coal, they rushed into the upper stomach.
In the blink of an eye, his chest swelled up, his already thick neck expanded like a balloon, and a burning flame began to flicker at the corners of his open mouth.
The tall orc who landed right after him immediately realized something was wrong and roared to the sky.
"Watch out for dragon's breath! Get out of the way!"
Instead of retreating, he advanced, thrusting the round shield in his left hand forward and smashing it hard into Thor's head.
However, he was a step too slow. In the next instant, the orange-red flames shot out like a high-pressure water gun, continuously impacting the round shield in his left hand.
The flames were blocked and spread outwards along the surface of the shield, mixed with fragments of burning coals, creating a rain of fire that flew everywhere.
The temperature of over a thousand degrees Celsius was not something an ordinary shield could withstand. The iron sheet covering the shield was quickly turned red-hot, and the cowhide and wooden planks inside were gradually carbonizing.
Even through the shield, the tall orc felt a sharp burning pain in his left hand and kept letting out beast-like roars.
"You think you can stop a dragon's breath with a broken shield? Naïve!"
A hint of mockery flashed in Thor's eyes. He swung his thick neck, and the flames he spewed from his mouth moved downwards, heading straight for the orc's legs.
Then he kept shaking his head, chasing after the retreating orcs, and frantically unleashing flames.
Regardless of a dragon's abilities or profession, its breath is always its strongest weapon.
Among all the five-colored dragons, the red dragon's breath is the most lethal and terrifying.
Several orcs who failed to dodge in time were instantly engulfed by the flames. Their leather and fur were ignited, large areas of their skin began to char and crack, and their fat sizzled.
Even more terrifying, the surrounding air began to heat up rapidly, and the orcs engulfed in flames suffered severe burns to their respiratory tracts with every breath they took.
Even if they manage to escape this time, they may still lose their lives due to infections and inflammation later on.