"I'll let you come out of the soil! Fuck - where is Jitila?! Where is Jitila?!"

The chief cursed like this, and then he remembered the genius scout - although he had reached a consensus with the people led by the Prince of the Border before. But at this moment, when it was time to use it, Gobard's first thought of was the vulgar goblin. Intelligence and investigation matters still depend on this bastard.

However, no one responded.

"Go quickly! Call that bastard over here! I want to know how those bones came to my territory!"

Gobard kicked several orcs hard in the ass and asked them to call Jitila over. The orcs immediately rolled and crawled out, while greeting Jitila's parents.

The war continued. After hearing that he had lost dozens of precious troll allies, Gobard thrust in pain and his temper became worse. He disliked anyone. If he hadn't wanted to wait for Jiti to come over at this moment, he would have been impatient to pick up the battle axe and rode the battle pig Gnara and "wow" it over by himself.

However, reality is always cruel. When Gobard was almost impatient, the few who were kicked by him finally came over with embarrassment and made a mistake.

"You are back. Where are Jitilas?!" Gobard asked with wide eyes.

"Githira...that goblin ran away."

Several orcs looked at each other, and the last few worked together to push one of them out. The orc had no choice but to whisper: "That guy, and the group of wolf cavalry, all ran away, and none of them were left."

"Fuck! I know those bastards are unreliable!" Another slap slapped the unlucky ghost halfway into the earth. Gobard stepped onto the battle pig again, and a team of large infantry soldiers and elite troops of the battle pig cavalry were also ready for battle. After he gave his order, he headed towards the battlefield.

"That! That's that! Shoot, kill him!"

Seeing this orc chief, he seemed to be a big star, stepping into the battlefield with great aura. The vampire officers naturally would not give up such an opportunity. A large number of crossbowmen, archers and corpse witches were organized. The two vampire officers also temporarily adjusted their spirits and prepared to use spells to kill them!

Then there was a rain of arrows, and bows and crossbows were fired at the same time. A large number of strong acid arrows, magic bullets, ice arrows and thunder guns rushed towards Gobard. At the same time, after receiving the command, the two gargoyles also swooped down from the air, stretching out their stone claws, trying to grab Gobard's head apart!

Faced with countless attacks from all directions, the chief of the Iron Claw Tribe had no intention of fear at all. He closed his arms to protect his eyes, and only a jingle sound was heard, and the bow, arrow, crossbow, seemed to shoot on the iron plate. He could not hurt him at all. The magic exploded around him, and it did not work at all! Look at the two gargoyles that dived from the sky, one of which was cut in half by his axe, and the other was pinched into several pieces by his claws! The hard rock was no different from the rotten cloth head in the hands of the chief!

The vampire officers who saw this scene all took a breath - this orc, both physical defense, magic defense and physical attack, were approaching perfection. It was like a giant chariot covered with thick enchanted armor all over his body. This guy is an invincible existence on the battlefield.

"Damn it, it seems that the first combat plan needs to be corrected."

At this moment, in the sky, Vared von Castein retracted his vision attached to a vulture and snorted coldly. It seemed that an enemy of Gobard of this level thought of killing him with only human power - especially when he had countless horsemen around him to protect him, it was simply an impossible task. Vared felt a little taken for granted at this moment.

This battle may be the most difficult battle he launched.

The four temporary organizational units, but full of personnel, even had a certain amount of corpse witches, spirit-bound demons and stone tomb corpse monsters. At the same time, a group of gargoyles were strengthened to supplement a small team of air forces. To a certain extent, such a lineup was considered "gorgeous".

However, such a gorgeous army only maintained for about five hours when facing the offensive of the Greenskin Army, about one and a half hours of advantage and one and a half hours of offense and defense. The other two hours were unilaterally ravaged by the opponent - and now, the undead army is almost unable to hold on.

On the other side, Gobard led a large number of wild boar cavalry to rush around the array of the undead. The barbaric and brutal tactics made the array of the undead troops cut open. In the sky, five two-legged flying dragons joined the battle. After most of the loss, the gargoyle troops no longer had the power to block the orc air force. The skeleton troops on the ground had to continue to be ravaged, and the undead army was on the verge of collapse.

"Kill them! Kill them, kill them!!"

A hint of excitement was added to the roar of the orcs. As the undead kept retreating, even the idiotic guy could tell that. They had already gained the upper hand. Soon, victory would belong to them!

The undead were retreating step by step, while the Orcs fought bravely. The Blood Brotherhood was in a critical state - at this moment, the battle situation changed dramatically.

"It's collapsed, it's collapsed! There are enemies behind us!"

One of them had a tone that was almost the same as the orc, because the jaw bit the upper jaw, the convex chin was unclear and the earthy tone was no different from that of ordinary orcs - it was just that the sound was louder and the number was larger.

"What's going on, what's going on?"

While looking at each other, the orcs turned their heads involuntarily and looked behind them - nothing was there.

"Which bastard is talking nonsense?! Whoever dares to talk nonsense again, I will chop him up!" Gobard stopped charging in surprise, and then sent a Goblin scout to the rear to investigate. As a result, there was nothing. The chief, who was interrupted, roared in anger. In order to stabilize the morale of the army and to vent, he pinched the Goblin scout into scum.

"It's like this!"

So the orcs continued to attack while cursing. Then there was another round of more tragic and louder screams.

"So many bones! So many bones rushed over from behind us!"

The orcs had the experience of the last time, and they were already half-believing and half-doubted. Many orcs ignored these voices directly. However, the chief was the chief after all. After all, Gobard sent a group of goblin scouts to check it out. As a result, they saw the orcs in the back camp staying bored and complaining that they could not fight. They asked them if they had seen the enemy, but they all said they had not seen it.

So the Goblin scouts ran back to report - unlike the previous one, this time they were very clever to stand some distance from Gobard's big claw.

"That's fucking!!!"

After hearing that he was fooled again, Gobard became even more angry. He once heard an orc shaman say that being deceived once was not stupid, but after being deceived once, he would be foolish again.

He now feels that he is that idiot.

"Kill, kill, kill! Break those bones! Charge me! Don't worry about those sounds!!!"

And at this moment, when the chief was almost angry, the shamans who were manipulating huge spiritual magic and performing witchcraft discovered something was wrong - those voices, other green skins may not know, but they could sense that they were not shouted by an orc, but released by magic.

Despite this, despite feeling something was wrong. The shamans could not understand what this "wrong" itself represents. So they didn't care much. The chief shaman just sent a subordinate to Gobard to tell Gobard about this matter - after all, he is the chief, and the matter should be judged by him and he should bear the responsibility.

Then after hearing the shaman talk about this, Gobard finally caught a fool who could make him vent his anger. So he slapped him away without any hesitation. He felt that this guy was coming to laugh at him.

“Successfully.”

Vared the magic of sharing eyesight again, and at the same time showed a probably unethical smile. In a sense, coaxing a second-level mentally retarded orc is not a decent thing. However, this shameless vampire still did this. Judging from the results, his effect was quite good.

"Okay, let's charge!"

Immediately afterwards, with the order of Valed, another 40,000 had already detoured to the southeast and southwest directions of the Greenskin Army camp and began to operate. A total of four teams of black knights, two teams of blood Holy Grail Knights and two entire regiments of skeleton cavalry. The three thousand elite cavalry were completely concentrated by Valed, and all they wanted was to destroy the Greenskin Orc camp in one fell swoop and defeat the enemy in one fell swoop!

The undead army is as quiet as the darkness, but when it moves, it is not thunder. Three thousand cavalrymen are running together. If any race starts, it will definitely be a deafening sound of horse hooves. Only the undead army, the light-flying cavalry, is not much heavy even if it is wrapped in a layer of iron. The black knight riding a heavy armor nightmare is silent, as if stepping on cotton.

This large army is as dark as the descendants of the world, and the white one is endless undead. Moreover, because there is no sound, it can produce a huge sense of oppression, making people feel depressed and crazy!

"Bone - bone stick!!!"!~!
Chapter completed!