In the center of the battlefield after the disappearance of the pillar of fire, Sophia held a war spear in one hand and a velociraptor reins in the other, like a god of war in the world, standing proudly.

Endless coercion emanated from her. Behind her, the two orc knights, along with their mounts, had been reduced to charred corpses and fell to the ground.

Ioleo's face sank like water!

"Victory!" Rasmussen took advantage of the situation to draw his sword from its sheath, pointing it at the orc army, and let out a hoarse roar.

With Rasmussen's sword pointing forward, the Byzantine army began to move slowly.

Knock! Knock!

A rumbling drum beat sounded from the Byzantine army, steady and slow.

Accompanied by the beat of drums, 30,000 Byzantine hoplites raised their spears to the sky, instigated the horses under their seats, and slowly attacked the orc army.

On each flank of the 30,000 hoplites, 20,000 light cavalry covered one wing to respond. Hundreds of thousands of light and heavy infantry, the main force of the Byzantine army, followed behind the hoplites in orderly steps, tapping their shields rhythmically with their weapons and shouting: "Victory!" as they marched.

Aioleo also pulled out the long sword at his waist at this moment, and pointed forward, and the orc army suddenly moved in an orderly manner. A high-pitched and loud battle song sounded, but it was the shaman priest in the orc army who began to bless the orc soldiers with various sacrificial magic techniques and improve the fighting skills of the orc soldiers.

Several huge fireballs suddenly roared from the rear of the Byzantine formation, streaked through the sky, and fell towards the orc formation. The mages in the Byzantine army were the first to cast spells and launch a magical attack.

The shamans in the orc army also fought back without showing weakness. More than a dozen thick elemental lightning bolts appeared out of thin air in the orc army, turned into silver snakes, and flew into the sky, rushing towards the flying fireballs.

The fireball and the silver snake met in mid-air in the center of the battlefield and collided with each other with an earth-shattering bang.

A dazzling and magnificent 'ceremonial flower' bloomed in the sky, giving the bleak winter sky a mesmerizing colorful color.

Like the fireworks launched before the unveiling of a large-scale stage play, in the sky above the field outside the Syndicate, these 'fireworks' generated by magical attacks also officially opened the prelude to a war drama.

The steady and slow drumming of the Byzantine army suddenly changed and became fierce and urgent.

The drums rained down, dense and compact, and the pace of the Byzantine hoplites changed when they were moving slowly. They harnessed their horses and tread to the beat of the drums, and suddenly began to speed up and charged at the orc army.

The drums became more and more urgent, louder and louder, like the roar of the angry sea, like the thunder of the nine heavens, suddenly, after a heavy drum that split the sky and the earth, the Byzantine heavy knights raised their riding spears in their hands were flattened in an instant, the tip of the gun pointed forward, the movements were uniform, and the murderous roar was released: "Kill!"

Under the trampling of the iron hooves of 30,000 war horses, the earth trembled violently.

The earth trembled more and more violently, but gradually, the earth could no longer be called a tremor, but became a crazy shaking. Moreover, the range of the earth shaking was only within the range of 30,000 Byzantine hoplite knights. The frenzied shaking of the earth has far exceeded the effect that 30,000 war horses can achieve by stepping on the ground.

Many Byzantine horses in the charge were startled by the crazy shaking of the earth, and they neighed and stood up. The Byzantine hoplite knight on horseback was so shocked that one of them lost control and was thrown off his horse in an instant. It was then swallowed up by the torrent that followed behind him. The frightened horses that lost control ran wildly in the dense charging formation of the Byzantine heavy knights, and collided with other war horses in the charge, and under the chain reaction, more and more Byzantine heavy knights turned on their backs, trampled on each other, and were trampled into flesh.

"What's going on?" Rasmussen couldn't help but roar when he saw that the heavily armored knight he relied on most had not yet rushed into the orc army camp and was devastated by the sudden earthquake.

Within the range of the Byzantine hoplite knights' charge, the earth began to crack, and countless cracks were formed in the air, gradually expanding, eventually forming a series of ravines criss-crossed like spider webs, several meters wide and bottomless. Many of the heavily armed knights had no time to rein in their charges, or to whip their horses and leap their horses, and plunged headlong into the ravine, leaving only a terrible cry coming from the bottom of the ravine.

In the blink of an eye, 30,000 Byzantine hoplites lost nearly 4,000 men and horses.

"Fuck, what the hell is going on?" Rasmussen's eyes turned red and his heart ached as he saw this.

"Your Excellency, looking at the magnitude of this earthquake, it should be an earthquake technique launched with twelve levels of magic power! There are twelve levels of Golden Saint Rank Shamans in the orc army!" a Byzantine mage ran to Rasmussen's side in a rage, shouting in panic.

"Twelfth Golden Rank Shaman? Do you mean Zulian has also come to the battlefield? This is impossible, we have accurate information, Zulian has never stepped out of the Tower of Babel since he entered the Tower of Babel in the northern part of the orc territory more than ten years ago. In this invasion of the orcs, there is absolutely no possibility of Zulian. Rasmussen's head shook like a rattle and retorted in disbelief.

"Your Excellency, General, although the Earthquake Technique is only a seventh-order spell, and anyone with a magic power of level 10 or above can activate it, but the people who can control the scope of influence of the Earthquake Technique so accurately will not add up to ten people in the entire continent. Among the orcs, only their chief great shaman, Zulian, has the ability to do this!"

Seeing the magician's words, Rasmussen couldn't help but waver, and his heart gradually sank. If Zulian, who is known as the strongest orc, really came to the front line with the army this time, then this battle may be really fierce.

After all, a single ordinary earthquake spell had caused 30,000 heavy riders to suffer heavy casualties, and if he had used a few more such spells, Rasmussen could not imagine what kind of casualties his side would have.

However, the magician's next words comforted Rasmussen slightly.

"Seismology belongs to the category of group magic, and the consumption of mana using the twelfth-level magic power is particularly huge, even if the Zulian magic power is as vast as the sea, it is estimated that it can only be used twice at most. Moreover, we also have dozens of high-level magicians here who are proficient in earth-based magic, and they were also caught off guard just now, if they were allowed to work together to cast the high-level earth-based magic of 'Earth Solidification', how could they also weaken half of the power of this twelve-magnitude earthquake technique!" said the magician.