Twenty miles behind the core defense line of Black Crow Gorge, Holy Light I, guarded by more than a dozen Dawn Elves, stood expressionlessly in the headquarters of Marshal Beian. Stars gathered around him, and dozens of generals from the Gallic Empire screened their faces.
He held his breath and stood next to the huge magic sand table, quietly watching the scene of the decisive battle between Enzo and the two orc warriors displayed in the magic water mirror.
A smile appeared on the indifferent face of Holy Light I: "Ente Marte is indeed a model of the imperial soldier. Faced with the provocation of the orcs, we should respond to them forcefully with iron and blood."
Marshal Beian stood beside Holy Light I with his hands behind his back. He looked at the scene in the water mirror and nodded slowly: "If Major General Ent can defeat a few more aliens, or even kill two Titans in a duel,
In the opinion of the veteran, we may be able to make the foreign races suffer a little. Of course, it is only a small partial victory."
Holy Light I waved his hand crisply: "Even if it is a small victory, we must fight for it. These days, the empire has suffered too heavy losses, and we must teach the foreigners a lesson. The Longshan family's reinforcements are only one day's journey from Borelli.
Before arriving, the Gallic Empire must embody the demeanor that the continent's most powerful country should have."
Marshal Behan and many generals exchanged glances with each other, and then nodded gloomily.
They have all heard of the great achievements of the Longshan family's reinforcements along the way. Although they did not cause much trouble, they were like locusts passing through the border, and the local people were so harmed that they almost cried.
I don’t know how these bastards are so edible. All the livestock and poultry in all the villages, towns and cities in the Gallic Empire were eaten clean along the way. Not a drop of wine was left behind!
Are these reinforcements from the Longshan family all useless?
As for other petty thefts and minor conflicts with the Gallic Empire, there is really no way to explain them clearly.
Such a bastard reinforcements are coming to reinforce Black Crow Gorge. Even if it is to give them a little deterrent, the Gallic Empire also needs a clean victory to let the bastards of the Longshan family know that the Gallic Empire is not their wanton one.
place.
"Earl Longshan has arrived, let him go to the Victory Palace." Shengguang I said calmly: "We must have a careful discussion about his military discipline."
Holy Light I nodded to the many generals in the headquarters, and then walked out slowly with a group of Dawn Elf guards. Marshal Beian immediately mobilized his troops. He deployed two troops from the already tight Black Crow Gorge defense line.
An elite team of ten thousand people was secretly sent to the defensive support point where Enzo was located.
In just a quarter of an hour, Enzo had cleanly killed three more tiger warriors and a werewolf knight. The two cat warriors who challenged Enzo with their agility were also killed by Enzo's assassination.
Drink hatred under the sword.
The blood of the orcs dyed the soil slope with a radius of more than ten meters red. This large black-red puddle on the yellow soil was so dazzling. The orcs' eyes were red with anger, but they did not launch a large force charge. As for the orcs,
In other words, if you cannot defeat the enemy in a duel, even if you kill Enzo with superior force, it will be the greatest humiliation to all the orcs.
The sound of dull footsteps came, and a team of more than 500 Khajiits and two thousand cat men came over on the frost horned rhinoceros mounts, a specialty of the Odin Icefield. Among this team of Khajiit warriors, there were several
The tiger man was obviously two times smaller than the tiger man next to him, and there were far fewer traces of the orcs on his body. He looked roughly like an ordinary human being.
Although high-level tigers are not of pure royal blood, they at least have inherited a trace of royal blood. The eyes of these tigers are frighteningly bright, and the armor on their bodies is also a complete set of metal armor. They hold their heads high.
, clasping his hands on his chest, looking coldly at Enzo, who was standing on an orc corpse hundreds of meters away and was continuing to provoke.
Then another thousand-man werewolf cavalry came over. This thousand-man werewolf cavalry also brought two thousand kobold archers on foot. The werewolf cavalry rode slowly and ran, and the kobolds stepped forward.
They moved their legs to follow closely behind, and they were all sweating and their tongues were sticking out, just like real dogs.
Among the newly arrived werewolf cavalry, there were also several smaller werewolf generals with less obvious orcish features. They and the tiger generals gathered together and muttered a few words, and then one of the werewolf generals lightly
He waved lightly.
A sharp whistle sounded, and a kobold archer, who was no more than five feet tall but extremely agile, quickly rushed out. He bit his short bow and carried two pots of arrows on his back, and ran onto the ground on all fours.
Poe then grabbed the short bow and stood up, nodding haughtily towards Enzo.
"I am..."
Before the kobold had finished speaking, Enzo had already rallied towards him. His stabbing sword brought out 108 bean-sized cold lights, like raindrops hitting the kobold. Enzo's swordsmanship was the simplest.
Yes, but it is also the most effective. To thrust forward at the fastest speed and penetrate the enemy's defense with the thrust like a storm. This is the most powerful swordsmanship on the battlefield.
In the blink of an eye, one hundred and eight swords were struck, and the kobold turned around in a panic to avoid Enzo's first wave of attacks. He had just put three arrows on the bowstring, and before he could open the distance to attack Enzo, two people were killed.
At one hundred and sixteen o'clock, the cold light roared down again.
Enzo's arm has become a hazy gray shadow. The poor kobold has no choice but to retreat backwards, trying to open the distance between him and Enzo. The kobold's agility is indeed superhuman, and he is at such a disadvantage.
Despite the circumstances, he still avoided most of Enzo's attacks. A few points of cold light grazed his body, barely bringing up some inconspicuous blood.
The kobold's legs also became hazy, and he retreated quickly, about to escape Enzo's control.
At this moment, a purple-gold halo of fighting spirit suddenly erupted from Enzo's body. The bonus of fighting spirit at the peak of his heavenly position caused Enzo's speed to suddenly increase several times. He lunged forward and gently touched the kobold with his right knee.
With a slap on his crotch, the kobold's body, which weighed no more than seventy or eighty kilograms, suddenly flew up nearly a hundred meters high, and then slowly drew a cruel arc, with blood spurting from its mouth, and was thrown heavily.
Down the gentle slope.
The kobold's pelvis and many internal organs were smashed to pieces. He fell to the ground, and all the bones in his body were shattered. He lay on the ground and twitched for a while. The kobold vomited a few mouthfuls of blood and glanced feebly at his allegiance.
The werewolf general's eyes suddenly froze.
The expressions of the werewolf warriors turned gloomy. There is a proverb among humans - beating a dog depends on its master. Among the orcs, all the orcs know that they should never attack a vassal kobold under his command in front of a powerful werewolf.
After baring his teeth and howling angrily for a while, a werewolf general with only two ears and a nose looked like a wild wolf, with only a few faint gray wolf hairs exposed on other parts of his body. He looked roughly the same as a human being with a gloomy face.
He rode slowly toward the breakthrough.
At the bottom of the slope, the werewolf general jumped off the warg. He squatted beside the kobold and sang an orc spiritual song in a low voice.
Thousands of werewolf knights and the same number of kobolds sang the same song. Their songs gathered together, and a gloomy and chilling atmosphere slowly rose into the sky. The tiger warriors also lowered their hands and stood solemnly.
aside.
Enzo laughed, he laughed loudly: "Hey, that puppy, you broke into our home and killed our people! It was you who started the war, you were the one who invaded us! Why are you behaving like this?
It seems like we gang-raped your mother?"
The werewolf general who was squatting on the ground slowly stood up, and his body suddenly underwent huge changes.
Long gray hair sprouted all over his body, and the body of the werewolf general suddenly doubled in height. His armor creaked due to the swelling of his body. He slowly bent down and roared loudly: "Stupid humans, you guys
How do you understand the pride of a warrior and the loyalty of a warrior?"
Enzo shook the little finger of his left hand mockingly and looked at the angry werewolf general with contempt: "The pride of a warrior? Is the pride of a warrior to slaughter the old and the weak? The loyalty of a warrior? By the way, you are dogs, dogs,
Of course he is loyal!"
Absolute insult, extreme insult. If Enzo's words spread, all the werewolf tribes will regard him as their mortal enemy!
The werewolf general was trembling with anger. He let out an angry roar, took long strides and rushed towards Enzo. His speed was so fast, at least twice as fast as an ordinary horse. He was carrying a strong wind.
, the werewolf general suddenly appeared in front of Enzo, and grabbed Enzo's throat with one claw.
Enzo chuckled, smiling contemptuously. His left hand met the paw of the werewolf general. A silver wristband on his left hand suddenly flashed with a dazzling magic halo. This is a very rare item.
The magic wristband has super strong defense power.
The werewolf general's claws slapped the wrist guard, leaving three deep scratches on the wrist guard. The wrist guard was almost useless.
But the wrist guard sprayed out a dazzling electric light, hitting the werewolf general hard, paralyzing his body, making the hair on his body stand up, causing black clouds to roll in front of his eyes, and the fighting spirit in his body could not move freely.
Enzo rushed forward, grabbed the werewolf general's neck, and pushed him hard to the ground.
In front of so many orc warriors, Enzo laughed wildly, used both hands to twist the neck of the werewolf general.
Slowly standing up, Enzo lifted the body of the werewolf general, and then threw him casually down the cliff next to him like throwing garbage: "Orcs, this is your destined fate!"
The orcs watching the battle were stunned for a moment, and then they suddenly became furious...)
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