"Paparoni, you are too big to think that we will come to battle unprepared?"

Duke Lowell said coldly.

"Hmph, I admit that I underestimated your shamelessness, but I didn't dare to come alone unprepared. ”

Paparoni glanced at his missing forearm, and a flash of anger flashed in his eyes.

"Lord Vargas, if you don't make a move now, when?"

Paparoni roared, and the fighting spirit melted into the sound, shaking the heads of many soldiers.

The Norman duke, who was hiding in the Shadow Realm, was the closest to Paparoni and was the first to be hit by the battle cry.

He was shocked and fell out of the shadow realm.

With a flash of swords, a war knife flew from a distance at a great speed, slashing at the Norman duke.

The Norman Duke reflexively raised his knife to resist, but was directly hit away by a huge force from the knife and lay next to Duke Lowell.

Seeing this, Duke Lowell hurriedly threw out a magic shield and blocked in front of him and Duke Norman.

"Holy Light Heals!"

With his back against the magic shield and some precious time, Duke Lowell hurried to cast a spell.

A holy light appeared out of thin air, warming the Norman duke who had fallen to the ground, driving him to his feet.

The Norman Duke stood up and shook his head to sober himself.

"Thank you Lowell, but I still hate that disgusting light. ”

The Norman Duke grumbled, and the people who were close to the Shadow Realm were naturally full of aversion to the Holy Light system.

"Don't talk about that, think about how to face the menacing Vargas. Duke Lowell gestured to the orc standing with Paparoni in the distance.

Unlike Paparoni's green-skinned orcs, this orc was grayish-white and taller than Paparoni.

A purple cloak covered his body, he held a brown maple staff, and two war knives hung from his waist, which looked nondescript.

However, even the wide cloak was bulging by his solid muscles, and it was not a character to be messed with at first glance.

"'Priest of the Flame Bear' Vargas, I didn't expect you to go to the land of the Silver Eagle Clan that you just took over, but instead run to the frontline battlefield. Duke and Duke Lowell were surprised.

At the beginning of the year, the Yanxiong Clan annexed the Silver Eagle Clan, which had declined due to the war, gaining a large amount of territory and population, and becoming one of the most powerful clans on the plateau in one fell swoop.

After more than half a year of integration and purging, the Yanxiong clan pointed the sword of expansion at the Wallaine Kingdom.

However, due to the frequent rebellions in the newly inherited territory, the "Fist Ghost" led the battle, the "Flame Bear Priest" governed the Silver Eagle, and the "Flame Bear Chief" sat in the rear.

At this time, Vargas appeared on the frontline battlefield, which was really unexpected by the two.

Unlike Paparoni, Vargas is a long-established veteran powerhouse, whose melee abilities are as deep as his magical prowess, and ordinary warriors can cut him down before they can't even get close to him.

Once alone, with a staff and a sword, in the war against the "Brute Tiger" clan, he captured the commander of the enemy army, and successfully broke through with a magical illusion.

Now the appearance of Vargas has brought a sense of oppression to the two dukes.

"Do you think you're the only humans who can play tricks?" Vargas's eyes were full of mockery.

Duke Lowell felt a little headache.

It's not a big problem for Paparoni, the two have been famous for a long time, and it is not difficult to defeat the boxer, a new high-level powerhouse.

But it's difficult to deal with Vargas, this guy can attack from a distance and fight in close combat, his defense is high and his blood is thick, he is proficient in swordsmanship and his magic attainments are not low, he has no weaknesses, plus a Paparoni, the two have no chance of winning.

Wait! He just said stratagem?

Lowell and Norman glanced at each other, and they could both see the panic in each other's eyes.

On the battlefield in the distance, the Tamar Behemoth of the Flame Bear Clan was in motion, and five small hills lined up towards the Ruthran Fortress, and ordinary soldiers followed behind them and kept pushing forward.

The invincible trebuchets of the past were no longer able to repel the five behemoths.

Whenever a boulder hits them, they are swept aside by a gust of wind, killing some unlucky ordinary soldiers.

However, such casualties only stimulated the bloodiness of the orc army, and one by one they roared and wanted to rush forward, but they were trampled to death by their own giant beasts.

The mid-ranking officers struggled to rearrange their ranks, following the behemoth on its heels, relying on its massive body to dodge the rain of arrows and splattering rubble.

The defenders on the ramparts looked in horror at the beast that had rushed towards them, their legs trembling, and their hands holding their weapons trembling.

"Boom!"

The first beast slammed into the walls.

Suddenly, the huge wall made of limestone was pierced by a pair of tusks of the Tamar behemoth, and the behemoth's fangs were also broken in half.

"Boom!"

A second behemoth also slammed into the walls, destroying a large number of defensive inscriptions in the impact, but the walls remained strong.

Then the third, then the fourth.

Finally, after the impact of the fourth beast, a gap was opened in the impregnable wall.

The soldiers on the walls moved quickly, but in five minutes they formed a shield formation on either side of the gap.

The fifth beast then slammed into it, and the wall was almost completely destroyed, and massive limestone blocks tumbled down from the breach.

The warriors on the walls tensed their nerves, and shields were formed on the streets behind the walls, on both sides of the walls, to fend off the oncoming attack of the orc army.

"Bastard!"

Duke Lowell scolded, Vargas's appearance was a surprise, and even many orc high-ranking officials, including Paparoni, were stunned when they got the news.

It was also because of the arrival of Vargas that Paparoni was reassured, and he dared to slaughter the middle and low-level warriors of the human race.

Duke Lowell watched with a heartache as the huge wall built by his family was destroyed, but he had no choice but to spare himself to support.

It can only be seen if the eldest prince can turn things around.

Carrying everyone's hopes, Karlens swung his sword and cut off the head of an orc soldier, and then killed an orc who looked like an officer in an instant with a vertical split, and then pushed it to the shield array and drank water.

"Your Highness, these green skins are menacing, we probably have to abandon this city, otherwise every soldier will die with all their might. Kelens' lieutenant waved his hand to cut down an orc, and shouted anxiously at the prince.

"Give up, this is one of the most important fortresses in the kingdom, and to lose this place is to lose the South Gate, and to let the enemy come to our house to loot!" Karlens glared.

The two dukes are not there, he is the commander here, and his orders are equivalent to the orders of the commander, and no one dares to disobey them.

Seeing the prince's resolute attitude, no one dared to mention retreating, after all, this is a war period, and it is typical for the prince to be beheaded and caught.

However, the collapse of the army was not the boss's words, and more and more orcs poured in from the gap, causing huge casualties to the army guarding the gap.

"I want to go home!

After more than 1,000 casualties in a row, some soldiers finally couldn't resist the pressure, dropped their weapons and began to flee.

"Damn it!"

Karlens cursed in a low voice, then raised the knight's sword in his hand, and threw it over with a star.

The fleeing soldier was instantly cut in two by the starlight.

But Karens's iron-blooded methods no longer work at this moment.

When the orcs rushing in through the gap were far beyond the defenders of the city, everyone understood something.

Fortress Rutherland, the city is broken!

"Look at your city! in three days' time, our soldiers will have completely sacked it, the fire will fill the entire fortress, and the fortress of Ruthran, which is holding back the orcs' progress, will cease to exist from this day. ”

Vargas laughed arrogantly.

"Who would dare to burn our cities and rob our people?"

In the distance, there was an angry shout, and the fighting spirit was obviously added to the voice, which vibrated the eardrums of the orcs.

Even Vargas heard this voice, and his hands were stagnant, causing the spell to fail.

Dare to ask which orc is not familiar with this voice?

Grand Duke of the South, Julian Hackman, shot!