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Baimao's speed is too fast. Even if the remaining masters of the ghost wolf tribe surround him, they may not be able to catch Baimao. On the rare occasions when he successfully hits, even a knife slash is defeated by Baimao's gold-level armor.
Directly flick the knife, and also comes with thunder and lightning counterattack.
It can be said that Baimao alone messed up hundreds of people in the orc tribe.
The other gold-level masters performed equally well.
Almo held a huge half-moon-shaped steel shield in each hand. With the support of the dragon power spell that came with the newly acquired armor, she danced these two large shields, which weighed a total of two hundred kilograms, like a tiger.
I saw an orc rushing towards me, swinging a heavy shield and hitting it on the head!
It doesn’t matter whether it’s an ax or a kitchen knife, it’s like smashing walnuts and melon seeds, smashing all the people, armor and weapons.
Her advancement speed was not fast, but there were mutilated orc corpses along the way.
The Black Knight Catan Pennant has restored his demonic power, and the killing skills he honed in the Abyss have made him the most efficient killing machine, easily harvesting the lives of orcs.
When he was driven out of Mosha, his weapons were confiscated. Ironically, after joining Raven's command, he grandly took away a pair of gold-grade black long-handled double-edged battle axes from the Mosha royal treasury.
This kind of huge heavy weapon is often only used by certain races with natural divine power, such as the underground minotaurs.
The Black Knight's body is also two meters tall. One of these battle axes is enough to use, but with the added strength of the Demon King, this dual-wielding long-handled battle ax looks like a toy when he plays with it.
Every time he slashed, there would be a torrential rain of flesh and blood.
Screams and the sound of tearing apart the body with sharp weapons kept ringing around the Black Knight. Blood and internal organs spurted out from the severed limbs and body cavities, drawing avant-garde patterns on the gray sand and gravel.
In the military history of the world of Ultron, the exchange ratio of one to three orcs to humans has always lost its meaning in front of Catan Pennant.
The fiercest warriors of the orcs seemed to have become paper dolls, being torn into pieces piece by piece by Pennant spinning his axe.
After being defeated by Raven, Catan, who lost his demonic power, was depressed for a while. When Raven re-opened his seal, he became the four kings of the terrifying and turbulent new year again.
On the battlefield, rather than being the messenger of death, he turned death into a simple numbers game, constantly killing orcs and sending countless orcs to hell as his own.
substitute.
Facing the orcs in front, whether they were adult warriors, trembling old orcs, underage cubs, or slightly frail female orcs, Katan would kill them all with the most brutal cruelty without mercy.
The furious blood storm extends from the outermost periphery to the orc formation.
Suddenly, he ran into a new recruit of the Red Infantry Regiment who was about to be killed by two orcs.
"Clang!" The two battle axes easily held up the two sharp steel knives.
Less than ten centimeters below the tomahawk was the terrified recruit.
"Boy, let me show you a magic trick that only a warrior can do!"
Two black arcs of light flashed, and the heads of the two half-werewolves flew up, spinning in the air under the inertia of the clever force. A magical scene happened. Two headless corpses that had lost their heads were actually connected to each other.
The head of another orc just now...
Unable to control himself, the recruit hunched over and vomited violently.
"Hahaha!" The black knight laughed wildly and waved his axe. He continued his killing journey.
At a high place, the sharpshooters of the Wild Wind Demonic Arrow Regiment shot steel-cone armor-piercing arrows one after another out of boredom, saving the recruits who were on the verge of death one by one.
In their view, this was no longer a battle, just a massacre.
The magic of mist has been consuming the orcs' physical strength since the orcs migrated. After a short period of resistance, the orcs' decline was fully revealed.
There are masters outside who take the lead in the attack, and there are super assassins inside who kill the orc leaders and shamans. In fact, the orcs have been at an extreme disadvantage of fighting on their own from the beginning.
If you don't look carefully, Randall can't detect the existence of Shadow Kill.
The advanced Shadow Kill has an incredible ability. It can move from one shadow to another without leaving a trace to approach its prey. If the previous Shadow Kill was just based on the instinct of the Shadowsteel Golem to attack, now
It relies more on professional assassination skills to maintain complete silence, kill the prey before its companions notice anything is wrong, and let it disappear into the air.
In just three minutes, at least five shamans were killed by the Shadow Killing Sword.
The orcs were not good at battle formations to begin with. With the command system completely paralyzed, this completely turned into a decadent rabble-rousing battle to strangle the group.
Raven and the priests of the Red Knight deliberately did not use command skills, so the recruits could truly use the battle formations of the church during training.
Each of them formed a battle formation of six to eight people. The warriors holding large shields in the front were dedicated to contain the attacks of the orcs. The two-handed swordsman Qiu in the middle launched fatal attacks at the right time. The two people in the rear were busy loading cannons produced by the Mosha Empire.
He stepped on the crossbow and launched long-range strikes at a snail-like speed.
The mercenaries watching the battle from high places laughed and pointed at the recruits' ugly behavior from time to time.
Raven did not stop the mercenaries. Firstly, they were virtuous, and secondly, the new recruits also needed encouragement.
The collapsed orc army is undoubtedly the best training target.
Strategically, Raven has reduced the strength of these orcs to the extreme. If they were further reduced, they would only be able to use exaggerated things like the Weakness Technique, which would not be effective in training troops at all.
If the recruits can't even pass this hurdle, they won't even be able to qualify as cannon fodder in the future.
The performance of the new recruits was clumsy and ugly, but they were indeed rapidly absorbing experience and growing rapidly in the flames of battle.
When they first entered the battle, the terrifying speed of the half-werewolves did give them considerable trouble. As they gradually became more familiar with their formations, they discovered that the terrifying attacks of the half-werewolves were just that.
The defensive power of the iron-clad oak shield that Raven spared no expense to purchase was trustworthy. Even if the shield surface made all kinds of unbearable metal scraping sounds, the shield still firmly protected the vital points of the soldiers.
After becoming familiar with the movements of the half-werewolf, the soldiers began to wield their short swords according to the learned movements to launch a counterattack.
The balance of victory and defeat had actually tipped from the beginning. Seeing more enemies still standing still, Chief Ghost Wolf finally realized that his tribe had been reduced to being used by the enemy to train troops.
"Are you doing this to us? Don't you think it's easy for you!" the chief roared, bit off his tongue, and sprayed a large mouthful of blood onto the totem pole he carried with him. A huge translucent spirit wolf emerged from the totem pole.
When it rises, it is the ultimate killer weapon in the Ghost Wolf tribe. A ghost wolf that has been worshiped and believed in by countless generations of tribesmen for thousands of years.
In fact, it is difficult to fundamentally define what this ghost wolf is.
It has no fragments of godhead, so it cannot be counted as a demigod or pseudo-god.
Although it only has divinity, it is not like ordinary divine creatures that cannot absorb the power of faith. It can slowly increase its strength through the belief of countless generations.
By chance, it is not a cruel spirit with endless needs like the Evil God. It has a clear concept of territory and protection, so Raven can only position it as an existence like a patron saint.
Rolling black smoke enveloped the entire sky, a huge wolf head bigger than a carriage looked up to the sky and roared, and the desolate howl of the wolf spread in all directions.
As soon as the Ghost Wolf appeared, he slapped the miserable Almo away.
"Long live the Ghost Wolf God!"
The morale of the orcs suddenly increased. In the legend passed down by their clan for countless generations, the great Ghost Wolf was an invincible existence. Every time he appeared, he was accompanied by the slaughter and conquest of the enemy.
"Pfft!" Raven smiled, turned around and nodded to Laila next to him, who was known as Laila's incarnation: "Be careful!"
Laila was a little angry after Raven transformed her from a legal lolita into a real Misty Lady.
Taking advantage of the cover of the fog, a princess kick hit Raven's calf bone.
"Humph! Don't think of me as the weak scumbag I was before. Let me tell you, this goddess is very strong!" After finishing her temper, Laila jumped up and flew into the air.
"What a humble existence! You want to be cruel in front of me? Submit! Otherwise I will roast you."
Huh? There seems to be something wrong with that last sentence.
When a true god emits a wave of divine power, that awe-inspiring and powerful power instantly sweeps across the entire place.
The morale of the recruits was greatly boosted: "Yes! We are protected by the Phantom Goddess here!"
The morale of the orcs was greatly reduced: "Oh my God! There is a true god on the other side!"
The ghost wolf cowered instinctively, but its duty as a patron saint supported it. Finally, it roared three times and rushed towards Laila.
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Three shots of cold, mist-like light magic blasted past, blasting the ghost wolf so hard that it could barely maintain its shape. The ghost wolf chief below was bleeding from all seven holes on the spot.
There was no nonsense. Everyone just saw a huge mist palm with a diameter of 100 meters suddenly grabbed the lingering ghost wolf, and then flew into the camp behind.
Huh? Is this the end?
Both the soldiers and the orcs were stunned for a moment.
Raven was also angry and happy. A true god who had restored his divine power defeated a mere guardian beast that only a few thousand people believed in. Would he still have to fight for 300 rounds?
"Idiots, focus on me! Let this victory come to a perfect conclusion." Raven's voice echoed throughout the audience.
As time goes by, the morale of the orcs is completely exhausted. Isn’t it? They are surrounded! Even their own patron saint has been completely defeated. What hope is there?
After being tortured by Laila with the mist magic for three days, the consequences of the water shortage have also appeared. Fatigue, thirst and various negative effects have appeared. At the beginning of the attack, the orcs could still support themselves with a mouthful of blood. When the battle situation was like this
When it became obvious, they gradually lost their will to fight.
However, the Pioneer Legion did not accept prisoners.
"Kill them all." After Raven ordered, he took Karin and the Red God Guard back to the station first.
As soon as I entered the main tent, I smelled a strange smell... (To be continued.)
ps: Make up for yesterday’s second update.
I haven’t stopped updating, but the outbreak has been delayed...
Actually, it mainly depends on my total word count. This month (October) started with 615,000 words. I promise to write at least 330,000 words this month. My goal is to write 400,000 words.
By the end of the month, everyone will know how my moral integrity is... I can only say that I try my best to keep my big moral integrity... Sometimes I really can't help my small moral integrity. I cover my face and burst into tears.
