It has fallen into the night, and heavy snow has covered the entire area, making this frozen soil even more unbearable.
Heavy snow covered the world, and even without the cover of darkness, it was still blurry with eyes open, and the field of vision could only reach a few meters in front of you at most.
No matter how powerful a warrior is, he can't do anything when he can't see. And this is not the most fatal negative factor on this battlefield.
"It's so cold! How many people can survive this night?"
Even the Ursine Chief Lund, who is as strong as an iceberg in the eyes of his tribe, is not an emotionless iron man. It is cold enough in the northern snowy weather and the temperature drops sharply by more than ten degrees after nightfall. The mist he breathes out can instantly freeze.
freeze.
Even though the orcs who can go to the battlefield are generally strong and strong, they are not iron men. During fierce battles, they still need to pay attention to cold protection. When the eyes are dark, they need to look for the command with horns and battle flags. Fighting in the chaos of street fighting is the most unacceptable.
Maybe he thought the assassin with the knife was his ally, but the head he chopped off with an ax was his relative...
In this situation, according to the unspoken rules of the Northern War, both sides should call off their troops and temporarily cease the war to avoid the most unacceptable tragic ending of winning the war but no one celebrating.
But now time is life. For every moment of hesitation, countless lives are lost. Let alone a truce between the two sides, at this time, everyone wants to put in their last effort. Only by completely crushing the opponent can they survive longer.
many.
Lund could imagine that an orc warrior finally defeated his opponent, but the blood on the window had turned into blood-colored thin ice. The large amount of blood loss took away a lot of physical strength, and he walked slower and slower, and finally froze to death next to the opponent's body.
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Looking at the dark harbor and alley in front of me, it looks like an evil beast from the abyss with a big mouth, grinning and waiting for food to come to the door.
Lund shivered inexplicably. He had an ominous premonition that he might not be able to see the sunrise tomorrow.
This was not an unfounded worry, Lund's keen sixth sense had accompanied him through countless life and death difficulties, but this time, he had no intention of listening to his intuition.
"Don't let other tribes underestimate us, the Claw Tribe. Come on, all of us! We must not fall behind. The honor of capturing this city and completely destroying the human race in the north must belong to us!"
"The God of War is protecting us! His Hall of Valor will leave a seat for our warriors. If we are destined to die here, let us meet again at the banquet in the Hall of Valor!"
He spoke completely impossible praises, but his warriors still responded to his call.
After silently taking a sip of the strong wine to dispel the cold, they stepped into the pitch-black battlefield with firm eyes. They stepped into the gaping mouth of the abyss from which there was no return.
There is no hesitation, no timidity, in this war without justice, no sanctity, no evil, everyone is fighting for their own race. Fighting to have more living space, fighting for their own race and family will not
Fight to survive this brutal holy war.
The city wall has lost its meaning. Soldiers are bleeding every moment and everywhere. They are fighting, and human life has become very worthless at this moment. They are all mortals with mortal bodies, even gold-level war commanders.
Maybe a shovel suddenly sticking out from a small bungalow can kill you.
"The Kasro tribe lost contact. Twenty minutes ago, Lord Kargma also lost contact. The Sky Knights asked for a fight. This is their blood letter!"
"Lord Lund requested reinforcements. Both regiments under his command lost contact. He encountered obstacles. Many soldiers are missing. To complete the encirclement, more soldiers are needed."
"The Wolf King's march went smoothly and he has reached the predetermined area. However, the number of soldiers under his command has exceeded 40%, and he still refuses to retreat."
Listening to the bad news one by one, the corners of Eamon's eyes twitched. The tenacity of human beings far exceeded expectations, and the damn heavy snow made the battlefield fall into the most cruel meat grinder.
"Tell those sky knights not to cause trouble for me at this time. Now that they are in the air, I don't know how they will fall down. Even if they die, they must give me a worthy death. Any reinforcements? Let the newly formed tribe come to support me.
......."
The herald hesitated for a moment, the questioning words were already on his lips, but he finally swallowed them.
The newly formed tribe? It is composed of the remaining tribes that lost most of their tribesmen in the war. They were a group of defeated soldiers who were all injured. They lost their chief, their tribe name and their totem, so they came together.
Perhaps they are not strong enough, but they are the seeds of the future, and when the seeds have to be eaten to satisfy their hunger, it also illustrates the orcs' embarrassment from one aspect.
But the military orders are like mountains, and there is no room for a moment's hesitation at this time. Everyone knows the path to victory for the brave when they meet on a narrow road. Whoever can grit his teeth and persevere to the end will be the new owner of this land. Now is the time to compete for perseverance and sacrifice.
The orcs' losses were so great, and for humans, this battle was even more difficult to fight.
Melee without rules is a comprehensive assessment of individual strength. The human defenders who have lost the advantage of fortification defense have suffered a sharp increase in losses, one to two, one to three, and even a local war casualty ratio of one to ten.
"We have long been unable to retreat, and there will be unarmed people behind us! Losing Red Maple City is no different from losing the entire Northland. We will become sinners of the entire human society. Our ancestors have already suffered from this.
Suffering disgrace.”
Human beings have even more reason not to retreat. There is no room for retreat in this battle for protection. They are fighting to protect their homeland!
The snow will eventually stop and the sky will eventually light up. At that time, I don’t know how many people will survive. If there are more people over there who survive, they will naturally be the winners.
But this night was not so easy to spend, and the nightmare in the shadow was ready to stir up.
"Ahhh!"
In the alley, an orc soldier only left a exclamation before disappearing without a trace.
On the other side, the same fate happened to his companions, and they all screamed in surprise. They were also dragged into hell by the black hand that suddenly stretched out from the ground.
"Ahhh!"
"Shamans, destroy this city for me!"
When his men disappeared one by one, Lund finally couldn't sit still, and under his order, the elemental shamans no longer cherished the little magic power they had. After communicating with the elements, sky-covering thunderstorms and huge earthquake waves were summoned
When they came out, houses in the entire city were razed to the ground.
And the man behind the continuous disappearance of the orc soldiers was naturally exposed.
"flower?"
What he saw in front of him were flowers that were regarded as rare luxuries in the North. Lund took the opportunity to study and inspect in the south. The familiar branches and colorful petals were exactly the same as in his memory, but...
"This is too huge!"
Yes, there is a garden in front of them, but the flowers in the garden are a bit weird, and the offensive spells that can destroy the house have no effect on them. But among those flowers, there are many sunflowers that are growing more and more vigorously.
They were two people tall. The ground looked like an ordinary flower bed, but it was actually three times as tall as ordinary flowers.
It was a beautiful scenery with red flowers and green grass. Lund, who had experienced many battles, took a breath of cold air. The strong sense of disharmony made him instinctively feel threatened. The sense of crisis like a needle on the back made people instinctively want to run away.
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"Ah, isn't that the missing cartel? Those flowers are eating him!"
Suddenly, the flowers turned around, and it turned out that each flower was growing a bloody mouth. And the flower fertilizer that was bitten and chewed was the missing colleagues.
Each petal has only one big mouth full of canine teeth. Although it has no eyes, everyone knows that they have locked onto themselves. This is the instinct of the prey when encountering natural enemies.
"I'll cut off the queen!"
The scene was so weird that it made people feel cold, so Lund immediately issued the order.
The next moment, the screams and wails of his colleagues rang out around him, and the vines on the ground turned into coiled snakes, which immediately hoisted the orcs up. At the same time, the sunflowers with their wide-open mouths began to
hunting.
"Hegemonic attack!"
The roaring Bear King slammed the ground hard, his arms that could break boulders slammed on the ground. The violent wind began to tear the wooden vines, the shock wave spread instantly, and the secret of the holy steps instantly destroyed everything in front of him.
Everything came to an end, but all that could be seen were the wails and temporary screams of his colleagues.
"Is everything okay? Come on, this place is too evil, let's leave as soon as possible."
When he was half-kneeling on the ground and gasping for air, he noticed the despair on the faces of his fellow tribesmen. When he turned around, he finally understood what had been wrong all along.
The hill not far away is slowly closing, but the place where I stand is sinking. But if you look carefully, you will see what kind of hill is there? It is obviously a terrifying mouth!
"We've been hanging around this monster's mouth?"
The last exclamation was meaningless, it was already dark, the huge man-eating flower king finally closed his mouth, and with a crisp sound, the bear king Longde, who was only one step away from the orc king, died.
"The Seven Virtues of Humility, but perhaps it would be more appropriate to call him another name - the blood-filled piranha field."
Now that the worst outcome has been encountered and the scheduled time has come, the black cat destined to bring misfortune also wakes up from its slumber.
"Oh, they are such a group of cute children. Even if they take some time to unfold, they are still irrigated by their blood. Without the irrigation of so much flower fertilizer, they will never grow so well."
Humility? Virtue? It would be most incredible if the witch who gave the world headaches could do something positive and good.
Modesty is not a single plant, it is a flower field, a mixed flower field composed of countless species of man-eating plants. Perhaps their only characteristic is their extremely high aggressiveness.
Since the beginning of this war, Amyra has planted a seed in Red Maple City, and how far this seed will eventually grow depends on how much blood and souls are used to irrigate it.
Roland's arrogant Omar is undoubtedly the king of legion combat, and in response to Omar's legion capabilities, Amyra designed this cannibal garden that also belongs to the legion category.
The special digestive juices of these piranhas can easily melt bones, and those soul grasses can even devour souls, making the necromancer's spiritualism meaningless. The nutrients obtained in battle can create higher-level piranhas, and ultimately
.After the giant Earth Devourer appears, the battle should be over.
Undoubtedly, this war has given Amyra too much "humility". Even if she has not entered the cycle of fighting to support war, several earth devourers have been catalytically activated, and the crisis-ridden garden has long been waiting for new prey.
Come to the door, what happened to the bear king Longde is not rare.
"Oh, it seems that after this time, you will move up the list of natural disasters again."
"Hmph, I will never surpass Roland. I am far less crazy than him. So inhumane, so heartless."
Heloise wanted to complain, Amyra, when you say these words, can you stop looking regretful and "I'm not as good as him" on your face. Do you just want to compare who is more anti-human and has no bottom line?
"You really compare yourself to him in everything. Do you like him that much?"
"Who! Who likes him? I hate him so much. When I get his technical information, I will use him as flower fertilizer!"
As soon as Roland is mentioned, the cunning Amyra becomes like a primary school student who has never been in love. Heloise wanted to tease her a few more words, but the angry senior sister suddenly stopped and looked out the window.
Got a smile.
"how?"
"Unexpectedly, I actually caught a big fish... However, those out-of-control Behemoths are a bit troublesome. Let's take two small ones and swallow them. Well, don't kill them. It should be very rare.
Roland will definitely be very happy about the undead materials. Maybe he will even invite me to perform vivisection together. Ah, I really miss those old days."
Well, thinking of this, the senior sister smiled shyly, but Heloise was filled with vomiting desires and didn't know how to vent her desire.
But suddenly, Amyra’s expression changed drastically and she made a sound of surprise.
"My little swallows No. 2 and No. 4 were killed instantly. This feeling... the blighting technique of natural magic is those elves!"
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Traitors will not be trusted. This is undoubtedly an iron law of the battlefield, because since you can betray once, no one can guarantee that you will betray a second time when the price is higher.
No matter in the history of that world, those rebel generals may eventually gain a high status, but they will never gain the true trust of the victors.
Cavins' gift?
It's just like Roland's letter, just another letter. Even the sender is Rose, but this time the signature is Cavens, Prince of the Abyss.
Well, in fact, there is no need to elaborate on the content. It is just "We all know your crazy ideas. Didn't Roland just promise you an elf master? Our price is higher. Anyway, you still have it."
If you don't make your position clear and return to the embrace of Chaos, forget about the past and let those elves and gods be your subordinates."
Of course, there is also a bit of threat at the end. It is briefly mentioned that Rose's divine domain is in the bottomless abyss, so be careful of demon nobles organizing a group visit.
Rose is undoubtedly the ancestor and spiritual mentor of the Dark Elves. Loyalty and stupidity among the Dark Elves seem to be synonymous, so Rose's own character can be imagined.
Therefore, Rose, who had already betrayed once, betrayed a second time without hesitation in the face of a higher price.
Of course, this is only part of the reason. The deeper reason is that Rose is simply not satisfied with the priesthood of the Guardian God of the Northland Elves. What she wants is the priesthood of the Guardian God of the Northland, and this has just fallen to the Sleepless Man.
in hand.
Then, she could not become the true master of this land without driving humans out of the North. Therefore, just after winning the elven civil war, she did not hesitate to provide help to the orcs.
Perhaps it should be said that since the original goal of the alliance was obtained and what she wanted more was right in front of her eyes, she turned her back and snatched it by force. Cavins' letter only gave her a reason and helped her strengthen her determination to betray again.
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At this time, Rose's new favorite, the high-level natural mage who had killed the Earth Devourer, was standing next to Eamon, looking at everything in front of him with emotion.
"I didn't expect that after going around in a circle, we still came back here."
"Oh, it's just that last time you were our ally and looked humane, but this time you are our ally's dog, licking your bones and laughing."
Eamon Bloodaxe rudely laughed at the elf mage in front of him. He looked down on this cunning and untrustworthy man from the bottom of his heart, especially since he had betrayed his own people, even though he was once a king.
Yes, this long-eared elf mage was indeed once a king, His Majesty Atrian of the Tassel Kingdom. However, at this time, his skin color had turned gray and black. He was no longer a noble moon elf, but a
A new breed of fallen elves fell into the arms of Rose.
At this time, facing the loud ridicule of the beast barbarians whom he had looked down upon in the past, the former Elf King's face was livid, and finally he turned around and left.
"I'm not wrong, I'm not wrong, I'm doing this for the continuation of our race, I'm not wrong! I'm not wrong!"
However, unknowingly, his nails had turned into his own hands, and he didn't know that his hands were covered in blood.
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