"Shhh—"
The piercing whistle tore through the skies as rows of armored Bipedal Wyverns streaked overhead, trailing white contrails, their razor-sharp metallic wing armor shredding the air apart.
To the many enemies of the Ashen Empire—this was the sound of death!
"Damn it, those big birds are back again!"
"Those damn birds!"
"Last time they came, they bombed the shit out of us. Lucky I managed to keep my neck intact!"
"Hit the ground! Last time I survived by dropping flat when they started dropping their eggs!" an orc shouted loudly.
To these naïve green-skin orcs, the bombs dropped by the Aviation Corps were nothing more than "exploding eggs" laid by big birds, but they knew full well how dangerous these things were—capable of taking their lives. The blackened corpses littering the ground had proven this beyond a doubt.
