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City.

Aaron looked at the giant beast outside the city from a distance, his face was already pale, and he carefully spread his light wings, and he flew away in the direction of the east city gate.

A strong wind suddenly hit him, and Aaron dodged it, and was directly slapped down from mid-air by that powerful force and smashed on a building high above the water.

He was originally an astromagician, and as a hybrid of fox and human, he was far from the strong physique of an orc, and at this moment, his ribs and spine had been broken into several pieces. With a pain all over his body, Aaron lifted his face to see who it was.

In mid-air, Beichen's light wings stretched behind him, and his black hair in the ink robe danced violently in the night wind, looking at him condescendingly, like a god looking down on ants.

Aaron's heart was cold all of a sudden.

"Please, don't ...... Don't kill me......" Aaron cowered back, "I...... I surrender, I surrender ......"

Beichen looked at him with an expression on his face, the fingers hanging by his side were slightly curved, and the golden light rose, and Aaron's body was immediately engulfed by a golden flame.

Falling down, looking at the ashes left on the roof, Beichen spoke lightly.

"The person who moves her has only a dead end, no, exception!"

He flew away, carrying with him the night wind that blew away the ashes that Aaron had left behind.

As the night faded and the morning light rose again in the eastern sky, the area around Zephyr was already calm.

The entire valley was still water-colored, because it had been stained with too much blood, the entire water surface was pale red, and on the water, all kinds of corpses were floating, and the once imperial city of Zephyr was in shambles.

Outside the valley on the east side.

The army was assembled, including more than 200,000 Terran military horses, and most of the remaining half were orcs who surrendered.

In this battle, the loss of the human side was only more than 20,000, the orcs lost nearly 300,000, and the remaining 200,000 troops all surrendered.

On the hillside.

Purple Pupil stood in the middle, Beichen stood on his left side, Weiyang sat on a large rock on her right, and on her side, Zitu dutifully guarded, and Luo Jia and Susie stood on the left and right.

Looking at the orcs guarding by the Terran army at the foot of the mountain, Purple Pupil frowned slightly.

"What about these orcs?" Purple Hitomi asked.

More than 200,000 orcs, how much food is needed for a day, if you deal with these prisoners of war, it is also a problem.

"Let Susie bring them back to the City of Ten Thousand Beasts." Weiyang looked at the orcs down the mountain, "They're just here to have a good meal." ”

Not far away, several ministers and generals were standing at a distance, and none of them dared to step forward.

The fact that their national teacher turned out to be a dragon is that they are also a little difficult to accept.

For the current Xizhou Continent, the dragon clan is still just a legend-like existence.

"Master National Teacher!" One person rushed down and stopped a few steps away from Weiyang, "The orc army is already a hundred miles away. ”

"How many are there?" Weiyang asked.

"There are countless orcs, and in addition to the Wyvern Regiment, there are more than a hundred Beamon giants among them."

"Herald!" Weiyang stood up, "All the military horses retreat to Stan City!" ”

"Yes!"

The men were given the order to go, and in a moment the men and horses under the mountain had already moved quickly and retreated in the direction of Stan City.

Compared to the 500,000 orcs in Zephyr City, it was the elite of the orcs who came this time.

Whether it is the Wyvern Regiment or the Beamon Giant, they are all existences that cannot be ignored.