A sharp spear that fell from the sky!

The spear was like a crossbow machine shooting from a distance with great force, and it inexorably pierced the wyvern who stayed aside, and the wyvern didn't even have time to react, and the head was nailed to the ground by the spear, and the owner of the spear was a steel khan riding a much larger wyvern on the clouds, this Khan Kakar had seen, in front of Kalu's tent, he had seen Kakar once.

The sudden change stunned Kakar, he looked at the whimpering dragon in disbelief, this kind of wyvern is actually more difficult to raise than mammoths, mammoths as long as they have domestication technology, the economy can keep up, and they can be reproduced in large quantities, but wyverns can't, wyverns are a species that can't be domesticated and raised, except for going to the wild to catch them, they don't have any sources.

But Kakar was not angry that Mordor had lost a 'precious' fortune, his anger and disbelief came from Karui, who never imagined that Karui would not only want his Third Legion, but also his life!

This scene frightened the orcs next to them, they had not seen the two steel khans in front of Karui, in their opinion, this spear falling from the sky was completely a stray bullet from the horn fort, under the arrangement of the heavens, to take the life of this flying dragon.

"My lord, let's leave the flying dragon alone, we still have a few wolves in our hands, please deign to take the wolf and leave!"

The loyal retinue continued to persuade Kakar bitterly, but Kakar looked at the sky with a blank expression, and it could feel what kind of person was hovering above his head, and Kakar suddenly smiled, and smiled very indifferently:

"Bring me my bow!"

Kakar's tone made people dare not refuse, and the entourage quickly took out Kakar's war bow from his backpack, as a great shaman of Mordor, they are not only so simple as mastering magic, they are also extremely powerful warriors, and the ability of this warrior, with the blessing of magic, is even more powerful, and a war bow that even a strong orc can't pull is sent over.

Without further ado, Kakar placed an extraordinarily delicate steel feather arrow on the bowstring, and the little ghost light at the top of the arrow indicated that the front arrow was forged with Mithril:

"Open!"

Kakar suddenly pulled the bowstring, the power was so huge, it actually bent the bow body forged from pure steel, wrapped the bowstring of I don't know how much soft steel, and it was directly pulled into the shape of a full moon, just looking at it from the side, I could feel how powerful the bow and arrow were, but this was not enough, Kakar gritted his teeth and continued to pull the bowstring, for which even if the bow body was overwhelmed, Kakar's right arm, the skin was covered with blood.

"Let's go!"

Finally, Kakar let go of his right hand, and the arrow broke through the air with unrivaled power, and in a short moment, there was even a slight sonic boom, and the war bow, after the shot, Tuben disintegrated, and became a waste bow that could no longer be repaired.

The degree of the feather arrow was very fast, and the steel giant sweat on the top didn't even have time to dodge, so he could only suddenly pull out the giant sword behind his back and wave it casually with one hand: Ding~

The feather arrow flew by, next to the helmet of the steel giant khan, the giant horn used for decoration, was shot off a little black gold that wrapped the surface, the giant sweat looked at the clouds under his feet, without any expression, after putting away his giant sword, he drove the flying dragon, turned away, and the giant sword was not even a little damaged.

On the ground, the orcs looked at Kakar suspiciously, they didn't know why the all-powerful great shaman wanted to shoot arrows at the sky, and even for this, he was seriously injured, his right hand was completely weakened at this time, and the blood continued to flow down the grass and fell low, Kakar's right hand has been completely abolished in a short period of time.

Kakar silently looked at the sky, his eyes were absolutely shocked and incredulous, in this world, how could there be such a powerful existence, the great shaman's full force blow, only the slightest injury to it, Kakar lowered his head, looking at the approaching Terran coalition army, their faces were full of joy and fanaticism of victory, Kakar took out his war knife with his left hand, and shouted at the guards around him:

"Karl Clan, prepare for battle!"

Why? If the leader is going to die, he must let his attendants escape? He must be left alone to face the enemy? Kakar is a great shaman and an orc, Kakar can allow those pawns to flee regardless of glory, but he can't let these warriors with the blood of his clan around him also suffer the shame of defeat, and dying on the battlefield is the best explanation for their family and tribe.

Kakar's order made the orcs around him stunned, and then instantly became fanatical, their morale was extremely high, in a loud noise, countless sharp weapons were pulled out, knives, guns and axes, a cold light shining, they themselves are Kakar's side of the close attendants, themselves are synonymous with the most powerful warriors of the Third Legion, they hold the best weapons, wear the most exquisite and heavy armor, eat the best food, they don't have to worry about trivial matters, they just need to train themselves every day, they have the best physique, the best weapons, the most powerful combat power, they are the great shamans, a person who never goes to the battlefield, few in number, Mordor elite！

"Kill!"

A peasant soldier rushed up with a weapon and roared, but in an instant, he was killed by a rain of arrows, and countless peasant soldiers behind him surged towards the obvious group of elite enemies here, their number was huge, but the dense crowd was like being strafed by machine guns under the rain of arrows of that small group of enemies, even the elite garrison soldiers, hiding behind the shield, it was difficult to hold out for long.

A centaur hoplite knight held his shield in front of him, and charged with his spear, he dodged most of the rain of arrows with his shield, and was about to crash into the crowd, and behind him, several garrison soldiers with a dozen peasant soldiers followed, hoping to open the gap and let the large army behind rush in.

However, just as the centaur knight was about to arrive, an orc soldier rushed out, he held a huge and heavy black iron shield, and forced himself to go up, in the face of this kind of person, the centaur knight whispered a mockery: I don't know whether to live or die! Then, he stabbed out his cavalry spear with all his strength, even if it was a black iron shield, it was difficult to block the sharp cavalry of the heavy cavalry under the full sprint, and the cavalry spear pierced directly and deeply, and the orc soldier was also stabbed in the chest by the incoming cavalry, but the orc soldier threw the shield and firmly grasped him with his left hand, holding on to it, and wielding a war knife with his right hand.

Where would the centaur knight be timid? He didn't hesitate to pull out his long sword and slash at the short orc soldier below, the sword was directly slashed at the shoulder and neck of the orc soldier, and the orc soldier was completely unblocked, which made the centaur knight stunned for a moment, and then, he felt a chill in his chest.

Lives for lives!

The centaur knight fell to the ground unwillingly, his impact was completely neutralized by the orc, the orc seemed to kill the knight powerfully, but he also let himself fall into the countdown to death, he fell on the hand in pain, the huge impact force, has completely smashed his internal organs, but, an orc infantry for a powerful centaur knight, it is worth it.

Seeing this scene, the Terran soldiers in the back gritted their teeth and rushed up, they tried their best to hide behind the shields of the garrison soldiers, but they were still named by the archers who had no knightly threat, and only two garrison soldiers rushed to the front and were mercilessly killed.

"Stand back, form a formation, shield man in front, gunman in rear!"

Finally, a small centaur nobleman who arrived temporarily acted as the commander, and after seeing that he could not defeat the enemy, he ordered the men behind him to form a battle, surround them, and stab them to death with a spear, which of course seemed extremely dishonorable to the Middle-earthers, but on the battlefield, glory only existed in the minds of those recruits who went to war for the first time.

The Terran soldiers who got the order to act quickly, continuous battles, even the peasant soldiers, also understood the cooperation of the battlefield, they changed into the longest weapons they could find, hiding behind the soldiers in the disaster garrison area, the centaur nomadic knights were also spinning and shooting arrows on the periphery, the dense arrow rain and tricky angles, so that this group of Mordor elites could not shoot arrows to block the formation of Terran soldiers.

"Forward!"

The commander looked at the formed team and gave the order to advance, and at the same time felt a slight complacency because of the attitude of these Terran soldiers, at least in this kind of life-and-death battle, the Terran and the Centaurs still cooperate very well.

Looking at the Terran soldiers who were getting closer and closer, these orc elites could only helplessly hide behind their shields, ready to deal with the impending dense spear attack.

"Thrust!"

Dense spears stabbed from all directions, they made a ping-bang sound on the black iron shield, but the dense spears were not always blocked by the shield, they still had some fish that slipped through the net, from the gap in the shield, stabbed in, the orc soldiers behind could only rely on the armor on their bodies to resist these spears, but no matter how powerful the armor was, there would be a day when it was polished, a spear pierced by a strong garrison soldier finally pierced into the body of an orc soldier, he could feel the dragging behind the barrel of the orc soldier wailing to the end。

These orc soldiers are very strong, but in the face of the spears that keep coming from all directions, they are desperate, they fall one by one, and no one can even continue to raise their shields, under the siege of dense guns, this small group of orcs left on the battlefield is constantly becoming thin, it seems that soon, it will disappear completely, as long as they cooperate well, even if it is just some peasant soldiers, they can defeat these powerful orc elites.

But, at this moment, a black light suddenly shot out of the orc crowd, and he hit the body of the centaur little nobleman behind him, the armor worn by the centaur didn't seem to have any effect, and fell directly to the ground, this unbelievable attack made the people present feel frightened, and they all realized a terrible problem at the same time.

"Great shaman!

"The Great Shaman of the Third Legion, Kakar is here!"

Finally, a figure jumped up from behind the orc soldiers, he jumped directly in the crowd, brandished his war knife in his left hand, and created a bloody storm among the peasant soldiers who barely wore any armor, and the peasant soldiers who had been confirmed by his own guess screamed in fear, and then retreated uncontrollably, only the centaur soldiers and the garrison soldiers still insisted on their posts, more than a dozen garrison soldiers held shields, and surrounded Kakar in their ranks with war spears or long swords, the silver-white armor of the whole body looked particularly powerful and handsome, and the people they surrounded were only wearing black robes, holding a monotonous war knife.

"Kill!"

The garrison seemed to have finally rushed up, but they let them use their shields to protect themselves as much as possible, but they couldn't stop the flexible body and the tip of the knife, more than a dozen garrison soldiers, in this battle, only one person was lucky enough to slash a knife, which made Kakar's injuries aggravated, but Kakar cut down all the dozen garrison soldiers to the ground.

This scene made the peasants behind him even more afraid to approach, and even the centaurs took half a step back, holding their bows to Kakar.

"Kakar, die!"

However, there will always be some who are not afraid of death, Frank rushed over with a riding gun, his body was also extremely flexible, and the huge riding gun covered a large area, which made it almost difficult for Kakar to rely on flexibility to dodge, and the helpless Kakar actually carried a blow and rushed over along the barrel of the riding gun, Frank was not one of those ordinary soldiers, Frank directly continued to sweep the riding gun to the side, and even accelerated the degree, and then, with the tail end of the riding gun, hit Kakar.

Frank and Kakar fought hotly for a while, they were actually difficult to distinguish the winner and loser, and even Kakar had a lot of advantages, so it seemed not impossible to kill Kakar in this way, thinking that he was about to kill a great shaman, Frank's fighting spirit was almost high, but at this time, Kakar suddenly shot out a black light, which directly penetrated the cavalry spear, penetrated Frank's delicate armor, and hit Frank's body directly.

Like the little centaur nobleman, Frank would have thought of this, and was accidentally knocked out of the air, and then crashed directly into a tall piece of steel.

"Brother Frank, you go down and rest first, and let me meet this old thing!"

The big man wrapped in heavy armor, Nevsky finally arrived here!