Above the clouds, several black shadows loomed at the end of everyone's sight. However, even though they were far apart, a huge and substantial pressure had already swept over them. It suppressed everyone so hard that they could hardly breathe, even those who were about to grab the golden scroll.
Nicole Robin also lost all excitement and anticipation at this moment. Her hands stopped stiffly in the air, and her face was exaggeratedly distorted due to extreme fear.
"No...no..."
Her voice was weak and unclear. Perhaps in the face of true despair, people lose the strength to be hysterical. She turned her neck with difficulty and looked at the horizon where several black shadows appeared. The spreading black wings had proved their identities.
The dragon clan, the giant dragon, is the king of the dragon clan and its generals.
They are high above the clouds, and their formation seems to be disorganized, but they seem to be able to burst out with extreme combat power at any time, demonstrating their shocking combat power and destructive power.
It's just that the timing of their appearance is too coincidental to be accepted.
"That is...the King of the Dragon Clan,"
Aranza forcibly suppressed the surging emotions in her heart, and tried her best to regain her composure while staring intently at the center of a dragon's shadow in the distance.
There is only one person who dares to fly in the middle of all the high-end dragons.
Even if they observe from a distance, everyone can clearly see the figure of the Dragon King. It is not that everyone's eyesight has improved, but the figure of the Dragon King is too clear and conspicuous. Its size is four to five times that of an ordinary adult dragon.
Like a moving mountain, its scales are a vigorous light gray. Among all kinds of dragons in the Dragon Clan, its scales are unique in color, as if the ink of history has been smeared on its body, giving it a sense of remoteness everywhere.
Ancient visual impact.
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Preview, whet your appetite, hehe~ (Actually, I’m too busy)
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The Orc Alliance without support is like a girl who has been stripped of her clothes. Even the most secret places cannot be covered up and down. It is destined to become a crotch object. So at both ends of the scale, the Hammer Tribe and the Orc Alliance
The war finally took a turn.
The beast god seemed to smile at the leader of the Hammer Tribe, the golden tauren Mundo, even though the green-skinned orc was definitely more ferocious when he smiled than when he didn't smile.
After dozens of large and small annihilation battles and countless lives left behind, the Orc Alliance was finally forced into the final position by the Hammer Tribe. It is also the holy land of the Orc tribe, the Roaring Valley, and the stronghold was defended.
The outcome is irreversible. The Hammer Tribe has leveled the orcs' land, and this last blow is not needed.
On a hill not far from the Roaring Valley, the majestic body of the golden tauren Mondo stood quietly on top of it. The hot wind mixed with the breath of blood blew its golden hair, and at the same time stirred the rough and sharp sword in its hand.
The desire for a huge war hammer. At this moment, Mundo has lost a capable assistant, the blue-skinned troll priest. In a war where the human race also supported the orc alliance, a woman wearing fiery red armor
Ended the life of the troll priest.
The bloody dress of the female knight ignited Mondo's anger. Mondo knew the origin and name of that woman, the female general of the Lane family, Troxi Lane.
After unifying the orc land, Mundo thought in his mind, it will take a temporary rest for a while. At that time, the orcs who have condensed into a rope will be absolutely unstoppable. The beast's hooves will flatten the human land, and it will spread the blood of that woman.
At the place where the troll priest died in battle, it was thought that the troll priest opened the door to lie in the arms of the beast god.
Mondo's gaze turned and fell to the bottom of the hill.
The ordinary green-skinned orcs had already set up the trebuchets and ballistas they had snatched. The soldiers were already ready. The green-skinned orcs holding spiked giant shields stood at the front of the team, and behind them were the infantrymen who were densely mixed together. The team has different weapons, including axes, hammers, maces, and even wooden sticks with just a few spikes. Most of these warriors are returned. In the barren orc land, even if Mondo is willing to be armed, They can only be helpless.
On both sides of the infantry team, the wolf cavalry are obviously much more uniform. The wolf nature of the wolf cavalry gives them the characteristics of group fighting. On the battlefield, this characteristic will make the wolf cavalry as powerful as a spear. Stab deeply into the enemy's belly, and at the end of the entire team, some powerful but extremely rare soldiers are randomly distributed, such as the two-headed ogre lord, the huge Cyclops, and even the bull-head with a translucent body. Mundo will not force human soul pastors to stand in any position, because no matter where they appear, they will be a disaster for the enemy.
At this moment, no matter the weakest green-skinned infantry warrior or the most powerful tauren soul shepherd, the only sound they made was the thick breathing sound unique to the orcs. This sound merged into a strange rhythm, and they were excited above their heads. Roaring.
Opposite Mondo is the army of the Orc Alliance.
The only unification war in the history of the orcs will soon come to an end after this war.
"Boom,"
"Boom,,"
"Dong,,,"
On the back of the huge kodo beast, the troll drummer beat the war drum.
At the same time, Mondo stepped on the ground, his strong body like an unshakable peak. He looked up at the blue sky and let out a deafening roar.
"roar,,,"
This is the horn of charge, and the sound of burning vibrates, and the beast's blood boils in an instant.
The wolf cavalry on both sides of the battle formation rushed out first. Thousands of vigorous figures merged into a huge dragon head. It opened its bloody mouth, shouted and howled, and bit hard at the enemy formation.
The enemy's equipment was obviously much better after receiving charity from the human race, but so what. Hundreds of enemy orcs carrying giant shields and spears ran forward to form the first line of defense, but were beaten nearly one to one by the wolf cavalry. The proportion of battle deaths was fiercely trampled through in the most bloody and heroic way.
Subsequently, the wolf cavalry spread out on both sides, encircling the enemy and pocketing them into a bag. The mouth of the bag opened, and thousands of infantry teams also inserted themselves into them, violently colliding with the enemy's kind. This was the orc's In war, there is no magic or the glory of a priest. There is only the collision of flesh and flesh and the intertwining of blood and blood.
Immediately afterwards, Mundo's two-headed cannibal lord and Cyclops stepped into the battlefield, and the ground trembled at their footsteps. The two monsters, whose strength was second only to the strong men of the Sanctuary, immediately dug two large holes in the enemy's formation, and inflicted wounds on their flesh and blood. While splashing, he moved closer to the depths of the enemy's formation.
Their goal is to penetrate the stone fortress entrenched at the entrance to the Roaring Valley.
However, even if victory is certain, on a bloody battlefield, it means the enemy's fearless counterattack before death.
Those stubborn Khajiits finally appeared in the enemy camp. They let out angry roars and used their claws and bloody mouths to wrap around the two-headed ogre lord and the Cyclops. The two-headed ogre lord was okay. However, the Cyclops was completely unable to move forward by this group of tiger men. They threw themselves at the feet of the Cyclops in units of hundreds. Perhaps their tiny lives could not even leave a wound on the Cyclops before they were trampled into pulp, but in a moment Afterwards, the Cyclops's feet were still covered with dense wounds.
"roar,"
The Cyclops let out a mournful cry, and finally fell to its knees suddenly. Then, the enemies on both sides crowded around its body like ants eating flesh, and submerged it in the blink of an eye.
The significance of the sacrifice is that the two-headed ogre can stand in front of the gate of the Stone Fortress.
At this time, the guys from the Orc Alliance had already changed their tactics. The gate composed of two huge rocks was closed tightly, and no more orcs poured out of it. Perhaps in the eyes of the tribal leaders of the Orc Alliance, the two-headed ogre was simply not strong enough. After breaking through the reinforced gate, the stone fortress also gave up on the soldiers who were still fighting on the battlefield. However, the abandoned warriors were not sad, but roared and rushed towards the double-headed man in front of the gate. Ogre.
"roar,,,"
The two-headed ogre suddenly shook his arm to throw away the swarming enemies, then raised his head and let out a long roar. The majestic voice echoed through the battlefield after the Cyclops' scream, and finally ignited the blood of the Hammer tribe.
It suddenly stretched out its arms, ignoring the intensive attacks around it, and hugged the door of the Stone Fortress tightly.
Even Mondo in the distance held his breath.
The action of the two-headed ogre undoubtedly exposed its back to the enemy. Sure enough, when it hugged the door, all kinds of weapons immediately fell on it, and a few tiny wounds left enough wounds. Under the attack frequency, blood finally poured out.
The wolf cavalry and orc infantry of the Hammer Tribe have accelerated their pace, but it still takes a lot of time to support the two-headed ogre.
"Bang,"
At this time, a huge sound suddenly vibrated in the air.
It was like the sound of a long wooden stick stuck in the heart of the orcs breaking from the center. This was a node that was enough to be recorded in the history of the orcs, even if the orcs never remembered history.
The gate of the stone fortress finally exploded under the squeeze of the two-headed ogre's arms, breaking into countless irregular pieces. However, the two-headed ogre also fell down, and countless spears A dagger hung on its body, and when it tensed its muscles to crush the stone gate of the fortress, its wounds also shattered along with the stone gate's collapse.
Blood spurted out from the two-headed ogre, pouring on the enemy or its own people. The huge body of the two-headed ogre fell downwards, and its two big heads murmured, but no one heard what it was saying. .
The orc war enters the final symphony in a long and intense rhythm.
The Orc Alliance army that was stuck outside the fortress was quickly swallowed up by the Hammer Horde. When the gate of the stone fortress collapsed, the reinforcements waiting in the fortress were irrelevant. Another explosion exploded on the huge body of the two-headed ogre. Any tactics are purely a collision between weapons and flesh and blood.
But, no matter what, the war has been without any suspense since then.
When the figure of the Tauren Soul Shepherd appeared on the battlefield, the Orc Alliance's front immediately collapsed uncontrollably, and the Hammer Tribe's army rushed into the dry river like a flood.
The golden tauren, Mundo, is still standing on the hilltop not far away, and the warm wind is still blowing its hair.