"Orc Grenadier..." Black Blade looked at the ten Orcs who were quickly surrounding him in an arc, with a strange look in his eyes.
Orcs are a mixture of orcs and barbarians. Because they inherit the powerful genes of both, they are born with great strength. However, compared to their strong physical talents, orcs are generally not very intelligent and can be irritable and irritable.
It is also very destructive. The Kingdom of Erathia has always prohibited the entry of orcs.
"See you again, blacksmith!" Barbarian Zer stood in front of the arc formation, looking at the black knife coldly, and said with a ferocious smile.
"Oh, it's you, the bastard of a dwarf and a goblin." Black Knife glanced at Zheer with disdain, and said contemptuously: "Please jump at the same time when you speak. Otherwise, I can't even see which idiot is here.
You farted."
"You!" Black Knife was as provocative and insulting as ever, and the barbarian's face immediately turned red, his eyes full of anger and violence.
"Zheer! Let's do it." Seeing that her men's emotions easily became violent once again under the instigation of their opponents, the female werewolf couldn't help but frowned and then shouted.
"Yes, Master!" Zheer took a deep breath, stretched out his arm and pointed at the black knife fiercely: "Grenadier, fire!"
"Hamlin! (Kill)" Upon hearing Zheer's attack order, the ten orcs immediately roared together.
Amidst the roar, the Orc Grenadier's chest began to swell violently, and the thick green blood vessels on his arms quickly exploded and twisted, like snakes swimming.
"Be careful." For the first time, Heidao's eyes showed solemnity. After paying attention in a deep voice, Heidao suddenly made a mistake in his footsteps, and then his whole body was like a cannonball, heading towards Zheer and the female werewolf.
Rushed quickly in the direction.
"Cover the Black Knife."
In the corridor, Moriarty took a step back; and the falcon halo under White's feet also lit up.
The black knife rushed forward very quickly, and in just a blink of an eye, it had already reached the corpse mound. Obviously, his attack target was very clear, that is, the leading female werewolf.
However, after all, Black Knife is not a warrior known for his speed and agility. When he stepped onto the top of the corpse mound, the enemy's ferocious attack suddenly launched.
Amidst the harsh crackling sounds of the wind, twenty palm axes roared out with the violent swings of the orc grenadier arms, sweeping towards the black knife from all directions with crazy rotation.
There was no space or time to dodge. The halo at Heidao's feet flashed instantly, and then a rust-colored light curtain suddenly fell around Heidao's body.
Almost at the same time, those fast-attacking palm axes also rushed into the light curtain densely. But what is surprising is that as soon as these twenty palm axes came into contact with the rust-colored light curtain, they immediately began to move at a speed visible to the naked eye.
It became rusty.
"Golden halo!" Seeing this scene, the corners of the female werewolf's eyebrows twitched slightly.
However, because the flying speed of the palm ax is so fast and the kinetic energy it carries is huge, even though the ax blade has been blunted due to erosion, it still caused a lot of damage to Heidao's body after hitting it. Especially
It was the black knife's legs that were not protected by armor, and several large, dripping gashes were immediately cut out.
However, when the ten orc grenadiers took off their new palm axes from their chest belts without any pause, there was a sudden "chi" sound, and a faint arrow shot out rapidly from the corridor.
, shot an orc in the head before anyone could react.
The sharp arrow clusters easily penetrated the grenadier's forehead with astonishing sharpness, and then emerged from the back of his head. As a result, the poor orc's head was like a pierced water bladder. Generally, a large stream of red and white mixture spurts out from two wounds one behind the other, which is extremely bloody.
"Go to hell!"
Taking advantage of the moment when everyone was stunned, Black Blade roared, jumped down heavily from the corpse mound, and accelerated towards the female werewolf.
However, the surrounding werewolf warriors also reacted very quickly. Except for a small group of men and horses who immediately turned around and rushed toward the corridor, most of the other warriors surrounded the black knife again.
In this round, both sides were firing on all cylinders.
Scimitars, fangs, sharp claws and black cleavers were constantly colliding with, intertwining, and entangled with each other in the storm of flesh and blood. Life was devalued in an instant like waste paper, left to be picked at will by the God of Death.
Although under the influence of the corroded gold halo, the scimitars of the werewolf warriors were rusting at an alarming rate. However, the orcs' fighting will to fight without fear of death supported them to rush forward wave after wave like waves. Faced with the desperate siege of the werewolves regardless of casualties, every step forward by Black Knife was extremely difficult.
On the other side of the corridor, White took over the original position of the black knife and fired rapidly with a crossbow.
Under the blessing of the falcon halo, White's shooting speed was extremely fast, and his arrows were always missed. The werewolf warriors who were coming towards him were killed by White one by one before they even had time to get close.
However, as the Orc grenadier opened fire again, White's situation suddenly became critical. As if he had received instructions, the Orc's attack direction suddenly shifted from the temporarily surrounded Black Knife to White.
Faced with the dense axes coming like a rain, White could no longer stand at the entrance of the tunnel, and had to keep walking quickly while waiting for opportunities to shoot back at the orcs. Fortunately, those Crow Lords Although the grenadier's ax throwing power is powerful, the accuracy is generally poor, and the space in the entrance is enough for the crossbowman to dodge in a roundabout way, so with one against nine, White can still manage to maintain the balance of offense and defense.
"Oh? It was one of the two people at that time..."
On the other side of the battlefield, the female werewolf's blue eyes kept wandering between the hard-advancing Black Knife and the fast guerrilla White. For some reason, a trace of uneasiness quietly rose in her heart. It seemed that some important key had been missed. generally.
Orcs are the race that trusts intuition the most, because that is the innate instinct given to them by the God of War.
Without hesitation, the female werewolf's eyes flashed, and a silver-handled scepter exuding an ancient atmosphere suddenly appeared in her hand. At the top of the scepter was a golden wolf head statue, which looked majestic and ferocious.
Clearly, she was planning on a quick resolution.
Holding her hands together, the female werewolf raised her scepter high. At the same time, a vast war song began to sound loudly above the battlefield.
…
The passionate wind comes from the distant sky;
With the breath of the God of War, blow up Behemoth's long hair;
The mutilated thumb stroked the blood-stained battle clothes;
In the palm of his hand, the broken sword was still sharp.
Ahead, new enemies have gathered;
Listen, the thunder of the war drums sounds again;
Hold your chest high and hold your weapons high;
Roar, let our war song resound throughout the earth.
Either win or die;
The heroic Behemoth is fearless;
No matter how glorious, no matter how lonely;
The great Behemoth is the enemy of everyone in the world.
…
As the female werewolf's war song became louder and louder, both the werewolf warriors and the orc grenadiers roared in unison, as if they were in harmony, responding to the simple and fiery singing.
"'Fearless-level' Behemoth war song - 'Breath of the God of War'! You are actually the Behemoth Shaman!" Hearing the female werewolf singing the shocking war song, Heidao, who was caught in the fierce battle, couldn't help being surprised and shouted.
.
Behemoth Shaman, an ancient and great group.
Once upon a time, when the various races in the Pan-Continent were still sleeping in ignorance, when the powerful Elf Empire relied on its advanced magical achievements to enslave other primitive civilizations wantonly, it was Behemoth Shaman who provided the foundation for the entire "Antagiri".
The fire of wisdom brought by "Qi" allowed countless creatures to truly open their eyes for the first time and see this wonderful and magical world clearly. And in that epic war against the Elf Empire that determined the fate of the continent, it was Behemoth again.
The shaman led various rebel armies, overcame obstacles, shed blood, and finally completely overthrew the elven hegemony that had been passed down for thousands of years and expelled it for a long time.
It can be said that the Behemoth Shaman is the original mentor of the major civilizations of today's "Antagrich". Even humans who have long refused to admit that they once belonged to the Behemoth branch cannot deny this.
However, as time marches forward ruthlessly, the once glorious Behemoth Shaman cannot escape the fate of decline. Especially when the human race rises, defeats the Behemoth Empire, and drives the orcs and barbarians to the barren desert of the northwest.
Later, the lofty status of Behemoth Shaman was gradually replaced by mages and priests, and he had no choice but to leave the center of the historical stage.
To this day, the inheritance of Behemoth Shaman has been limited to the United Kingdom of Krolod. As one of the hands that holds the highest power in Krolod, Behemoth Shaman and the "Military Junker" maintain and protect the entire union.
The development and security of the kingdom.
Generally speaking, the core mission of Behemoth Shaman is to enlighten wisdom and spread civilization. However, as a servant and believer of the God of War, Behemoth Shaman also possesses various strange abilities given by God. Among them, the most well-known is
It’s Behemoth’s war song.
Some people say that the Behemoth Battle Song is a branch of the magical civilization of the ancient Elf Empire; others say that the Behemoth Battle Song is a supreme gift from the God of War. But no matter what, since the first day of the birth of the Behemoth Battle Song, this powerful force
And the magical power has always been respected and awed by the world. Even its enemies, when faced with the surging and inspiring singing, had to temporarily lower their proud foreheads to express sufficient respect for it.
However, it is not easy to become a qualified Behemoth Shaman, even the lowest level Junior Radiant Shaman. Even compared to the promotion rate of Master Brakada, the birth of Behemoth Shaman
The rate is much lower.
Therefore, it is surprising that such a young female werewolf has advanced to the rank of Scepter Shaman, even the lowest level of Junior Scepter Shaman.
(Corresponding to the junior, middle, and high levels of human professionals, the corresponding levels of Behemoth Shaman are Glory Level, Scepter Level, and Glory Level. In each level, it is divided into four levels; take the Glory Level as an example
, in order: junior radiant shaman, intermediate radiant shaman, advanced radiant shaman and great radiant shaman.)
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This chapter was not easy to write, but it was quite rewarding.
Just one song, "The Breath of the God of War," took me back and forth for a long time, but when I started writing it, I felt a heroic spirit surge in my chest.
Writing words like this is really a good accompaniment to wine.
