One of the Beamon Behemoths outside the tent shouted when he heard the order, and turned away with his hands in fists, while the Lion Man said to the Eagle Clan commander on his left: "You are responsible for the air support work of the Beamon Behemoth, and you must give me air supremacy firmly in your hands." Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

The commander of the Eagle Man Clan smiled sinister and whispered: "As long as it is in the sky, even a dragon is not our opponent!" This sentence naturally has an element of bragging, after all, even millions of Eagle People may not be able to block a dragon roar, but he can have the confidence to say such words, it can be seen that they are capable and fierce.

"Okay, if this battle is won, I will personally go to the beast king to ask for credit, and everyone will definitely be added to the rank of knight at that time!" Speaking of this, the lion man stood in the middle of the orcs and said excitedly: "As long as we win this battle, we will take advantage of the situation and seize the hinterland of the human race, and wait until that time to ......"

Speaking of which, I don't know who took the lead first and shouted: "Victory will always be ours!"

And the lion man also took advantage of the situation and shouted: "Kill, kill, kill!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

This kind of fanatical feeling for war is like a contagion, crazy transmission to every orc, their language and crazy shouts have forced the morale of the Terrans, each orc's eyes are red, as if they have gone berserk, left and right bows, tearing a Terran soldier to pieces, gulping the blood of the Terran soldier in his hand like taking drugs, chewing their still fresh corpses.

But the biggest headache for people is the crazy Beamon behemoths, they are crazy and they have not lost their minds, they pick the places where the soldiers are gathered, their huge weight makes people's teeth tingle, even the most powerful heavy cavalry is not their opponent, this is the battlefield, every second and every moment and every decision determines all this.

Chu Qing took a deep breath, it seemed that it was time for him to appear, but just as he blurted out, Ying Ying on the side spoke first: "Elder Yu, Elder Wen is bothering you." ”

And the two old men bowed slightly, and said respectfully: "The old minister obeys the order!" Then the two of them took a step forward at the same time, and the overwhelming coercion swept in, and the owners of this coercion were these two weak old men, and Chu Qing directly spurted out a mouthful of blood, and the whole person was crushed to the ground by this terrifying coercion, Chu Qing was no stranger to coercive attacks, and he really felt it once in the flesh when he was in the Duchy of Araca.

But this time it is completely different from the previous meeting, although the last meeting was sad but not unbearable, as long as you grit your teeth, you will survive it, but this time it is completely different, just an absolute strength, not allowing the weak to have the slightest resistance, and on the side Ah Leng is face is slightly pale, hurriedly set up a posture, put Thatch next to him behind him, desperately release the magic element, to resist the almost invincible coercion, and Di Man is a double axe to resist upward, barely resisting, and Mandas is relatively miserable, although his strength is not good, but it is not strong to the extent of Di Man and Ah Leng, but for the sake of not the dignity of the country, he had to tighten the roots of his teeth, and cold sweat flowed down like a waterfall.

And the Beamon Behemoth Legion is really miserable, they are the main target of this coercion, some of the weaker Beamon Behemoths were directly crushed into pulp, and the ordinary Beamon Behemoths are not much better, although they were not directly crushed to death, but they were also pressed to the ground, and the blood on their bodies seemed to be pressed out, as long as it took a long time, it was definitely certain death.

And the leader of the lionmen saw that the situation was not good, and even the Beamon giant beast was restrained by the enemy, not to mention the defeat of the remaining remnants.

But even so...... The lion man clenched his fists, his face was full of unwillingness, this may be the only chance in his life to turn over, no, it should be said that it is the opportunity for the entire orc race to turn over, once defeated, although it will not make the orc race extinct, but it will be oppressed by the other two races from all sides.

No, I can win, I still have the capital to win! I ...... I...... Suddenly, he seemed to think of something, the original decadent look was swept away, he picked up the sword hanging on the tent, the rough big hand carefully groped for the cold scabbard, this sword was given by the beast king when he went out on the expedition, if the situation changed, he pulled out this sword will be able to save the day, he really didn't expect to die, he thought it was a joke from His Majesty, it would be realized so soon.

The lion man looked at the perfect sword body, but suddenly caught his attention by a line of words on the sword body:

If you want to show the power of the sword, you must first sacrifice the sword with the flesh and blood of the sword master, and then you can show the power of the sword.

The lion man was stunned, this remark coupled with the beast king's words, he already understood what it meant, the masters of this world are all enemies of ten thousand, but what is the way to defeat them? It is also very simple, just find a more powerful master, the current situation The orc clan is sending millions of troops, I am afraid that it is also powerless to return to the sky, at most it is to increase the white bones of this battlefield.

What is needed at this time? What is needed is a supreme master to turn the tide of battle.

And the person pre-selected by His Majesty the Beast King does not seem to be the general of the Bimeng tribe, but he......

As if he had turned into a sculpture, he gently held the sword and thought carefully, and at this time, a wounded ape general ran in and said anxiously: "General, our battle line has collapsed, hurry up and lead the Chinese army to retreat, let the last general lead people to resist, and delay the retreat of the troops." ”

Then another Eagle Clan general with an arrow in his wings walked in, half-knelt on the ground and said, "Please retreat, General." ”

More and more generals entered, most of them seriously wounded, or even carried into the tent on stretchers, but their purpose was surprisingly the same:

"Please ask the general to retreat first and then discuss the future. ”

The lion-man looked at them silently, what did he see in their faces? Humiliation, unwillingness, and infinite hatred, withdraw? The orcs have never deserted! The orcs will not be defeated! Even if they die in battle today, they must not retreat, not to mention that the enemy will take advantage of the victory to pursue, it may cause greater losses, and this humiliation is not something that a proud orc warrior can bear, so we can't pull it, even if we die in battle, we can't withdraw! We can only win!

He seemed to have strengthened the will in his heart, looked up at the orc generals who were half-kneeling on the ground and lying on the stretcher, raised his head and roared: "Your Majesty! Weichen takes a step first!" and then paused and roared angrily in a higher voice: "Long live the orc clan!"

The momentum was so tragic that it made people cry, his unwilling roar contained too much, and because of his feat today, the name of this orc will surely go down in history forever.

With that, the long sword in his hand stabbed into his neck, and blood shot out, and the lion-man fell in a pool of blood.

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