Chapter 360: Yaya: "I Can Breathe Fire Too!"
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The cold wind howled in layers, blowing fiercely.
The dense reeds swayed unevenly.
The Bay Territory soldiers, half-squatting, silently awaited orders.
A tall and sturdy figure stood in front of the reed marsh.
The bone-chilling cold wind not only failed to make him feel even a bit cold but instead gave him a strange sense of comfort.
Beelzebub's frost giant heritage allowed him to thrive in such an environment.
He slowly turned the handle of his axe, familiarizing himself more with its weight and feel.
The weapon was like an extension of his life; it required careful maintenance.
Seeing Beelzebub's calm demeanor, the squad leader, Jifan, who followed behind him, could vaguely feel that his commander had grown stronger.
Previously, Beelzebub had been an overwhelming force that Jifan dared not look at directly.
Now, Beelzebub felt like a deep abyss; looking into it, there was no end in sight.
Adjusting his breathing slowly, Jifan cleared his mind as fast as he could, recalling the precise combat directives in his head.
He knew very well that this special mission was highly regarded by Lord Matthew.
As long as he performed up to standard, he could earn enough merit.
Once his strength reached the middle level, he would naturally become the captain of a 500-man unit!
He had joined Bay Territory early on, but he also realized that the competition was intensifying.
In the past, all he wanted was to live well and protect his sister.
Now that his sister was no longer a concern, he naturally had greater ambitions.
This was what life was truly about!
Looking at the soldiers who were ready and waiting, Yaya, filled with anticipation, silently recalled the already-set attack plan.
After today's battle, Yaya's name would spread throughout the Netheril Empire.
The young dragon was both excited and proud, eager to show off her prowess.
The blaring sound of a horn slowly drifted over from afar.
Carrying the order to pursue at full strength, a cavalry unit of several thousand was chasing tens of thousands of fleeing orcs.
Despite their larger numbers, the orcs did not dare to look back and counterattack; they simply fled in a panic, like beaten dogs.
The pursuing cavalry leisurely drove them forward.
The main force pressed from the rear, while the flanks closed in on both sides.
Like a giant hand, restricting the orcs' escape routes to either side.
Until some of the orcs became exhausted and could no longer run, gradually falling behind.
Only then did the cavalry ride up, effortlessly beheading the stragglers.
All the way through the chase,
they left behind thousands of orc corpses.
These elite cavalry suffered not a single casualty.
The only reason these orcs had not completely scattered was the reed marsh and swamp ahead.
If they could just reach it, no matter how powerful the cavalry was, they wouldn't be able to charge into the swamp to pursue them.
The cavalry clearly realized this as well and gradually sped up, trying to further exhaust the orcs.
Under this increased pressure,
many of the orcs could no longer hold on.
They fell behind in large numbers, easily slaughtered by the pursuing cavalry.
"It's a pity we still don't have enough numbers."
"With just 2,000 more, we could create another breach, throwing them into greater chaos."
Carlos shook his head regretfully.
These orc elites, despite their current sorry state,
had displayed remarkable combat prowess and fighting spirit before they were routed.
They had caused considerable trouble and casualties for the Eighth Legion.
If these elite orcs managed to escape today,
it would be costly to defeat them again in the future.
An adjutant rode up, glancing at the dense reeds in the distance, a cold glint in his eye:
"Should we set them on fire?"
Carlos decapitated an orc with a swing of his blade and shook his head helplessly, replying:
"Burning would take too long, and we're not adequately prepared. Before the fire even grows, they'll have escaped into the swamp."
"It's a pity the weather isn't colder this year. If the water were frozen, that would be ideal."
"Urge everyone to put in more effort; we need to kill as many as we can to prevent them from escaping to our Eastern Province!"
The adjutant agreed and quickly issued orders for an all-out assault, urging the soldiers to cause as much damage as possible.
The fleeing orcs ran for their lives, desperately charging forward.
"Roar...!"
The tangible dragon's might bore down heavily upon them.
The frantic orc soldiers were instantly crushed by the terrifying pressure.
They fell like wheat before a scythe!
Their chaotic ranks were split in two by an invisible force.
In the middle lay countless orcs, felled by sheer terror.
They lifted their heads in a daze,
only to see a massive dragon diving towards them.
Yaya opened her jaws wide, unleashing her fiery breath right in the middle of the orc horde.
As she flew from left to right, a wall of fire hundreds of meters long cut off the orcs' escape route.
Over a thousand orcs were instantly incinerated into charred remains by the terrifying flames.
Hundreds more orcs couldn't stop in time and ran straight into the raging fire.
The searing flames ignited them in an instant.
Even a mere touch of the blaze spread rapidly, engulfing them completely, and no matter how they rolled or slapped at the flames, they couldn't extinguish them.
The flight of tens of thousands of orcs was abruptly cut short!
The orcs looked on in despair as Yaya soared overhead, their pent-up breath releasing in helpless defeat.
The indescribable fatigue and terror weighed down on every orc's heart.
More than a third of the orcs collapsed directly to the ground.
The rest of the orcs pushed forward or sideways in a confused mass.
They quarreled and slashed at each other, turning into a chaotic frenzy.
Even Yaya herself, glancing sideways at the chaos below, chuckled with satisfaction:
"Hah, I've scared all these orcs!"
"Hahaha, I can breathe fire too!"
As Yaya circled downward, the stunned elite cavalry whispered to each other:
"A dragon!"
"A real dragon!"
"I... I almost froze from fear..."
"It's over eight meters long—looks like a young silver dragon!"
"Are you blind? Since when could silver dragons breathe fire?!"
"Never mind that—at least it's on our side!"
"Don't just stand there—keep killing the orcs!"
"Yeah, get moving!"
"..."
The elite soldiers quickly recovered, raising their weapons against the disordered orcs and mercilessly striking them down.
One by one, more orcs fell,
for only a dead orc was a good orc!
That was the shared belief of all Netheril citizens!