On the entire battlefield, Marshall's right flank broke through smoothly and had successfully broken into the auxiliary camp, causing a lot of riots, but the main force of the orc's left flank was not lost, but it was temporarily entangled in the chaotic flow of people, and at this moment it was impossible to pull out at all, and the auxiliaries were still making noise and squeezing around, if it weren't for the orc army to split a part of the people to kill hundreds of auxiliaries to block them, I am afraid that the formation would have been in chaos. [No pop-ups.]

On the right flank, the aristocratic slave owners were defeated and retreated, and they had almost been pressed under the walls of Beiseleng, but they also knew that they had lost their way to retreat, so they seemed to be crumbling under the battle to the death, but they never retreated, but the entire array was out of touch with the main battlefield, in fact, they had 3,000 people to contain almost twice their strength, although it was hard to support, but Luo Lan's tactical goal had been achieved.

The orc army is now a three-tier column composed of 10,000 people, and the thick military formation does not seem to be able to break through by a few thousand people in Luo Lan at all, not to mention that there is a great shaman in the formation, and when they saw that the human army was fully pressed, they all showed excited and bloodthirsty looks. Once the main human force is firmly absorbed by them, then the remaining 2,000 troops on the left flank will be able to attack the opponent's rear flank, and under the attack from both sides, they will definitely be able to crush it in one fell swoop.

The orc boss didn't expect the other party to make such a mistake, and he couldn't hold back the ecstasy in his heart, no matter what way he looked at it, he didn't think that the other party could have any chance of winning.

The earth-shattering war drums rumbled, the smoke and dust filled the sky, the flags were agitated, Luo Lan's sword was pointed ahead, the robe and cloak were fluttering in the wind, and he was in the forefront. Seen from the sky, he and the people behind him formed a cone-shaped array, rushing towards the black-pressed orc array in front of him like the tip of a spear.

Hundreds of orc witch priests wearing sacrificial robes were originally in the second array, but at this time, they walked out of the gap in the human wall behind them, came to the front, raised their vine staffs, and began to cast various spells on the first row of orc infantry, and for a while, the elemental light flickered in the long formation. The sound of chanting and chanting reverberated through the air, causing a chaotic flow of air.

Madness, giant bones, stone armor, strength, hot blood, and other spells unique to the beast clan spilled out, so many ancestral spells can only be described as dense, the muscles and bones of the orcs on the entire array began to skyrocket, and the eyeballs were full of bloodshots. , the veins under the green skin burst out, and the buckle of the leather armor on the body was stretched to the point that it was almost broken, after this battle, if they could survive, then they would inevitably be weak like a baby in more than a month.

However, the odds of survival are obviously much better when multiplying strength on the battlefield, so no one will resist such a blessing.

On Luo Lan's side, the priests and prayer masters who followed the end of the formation no longer kept it at this moment, and blessed the Templar swordsmen in front of them with blessings and all kinds of prayers. A dazzling white glow reflected off the armor, covering almost the entire charging procession with a cloak of light.

The two torrents are getting closer and closer, and they are about to collide with the most intense sparks. Moments before the collision, the dragon's groan suddenly resounded across the land, and a giant dragon appeared on the battlefield with a dazzling light, and then turned into a meteor wrapped in a white flame tail. Rushing into the ranks of the orcs with a thunderous momentum,

The sound of the battlefield seemed to freeze for a moment. Then a loud crash resounded around every corner, and the earth of Bethlehem shook violently and let out a groan of pain.

It was as if the bleak grass had been met by a sharp scythe, and beneath that beneath the behemoth body, the orc soldiers fell in rows, and from time to time there rose in the sky small figures that had been knocked into the air, no matter what kind of spell they had blessed. In the eyes of this rampaging dragon. It's still a crawler that doesn't see any difference.

The first array of orcs was smashed out of a large notch without any suspense, and it was not yet possible to heal the wound. The following Templar swordsmen poured in from here, tearing the originally complete formation to pieces in a matter of moments.

The orc witch priests, who were only a dozen steps away from the first array, did not expect that the front would be so easily broken through by humans, looking at the dragon covered in divine light, the low-level priests were stunned at first, and then their fragile nerves were suddenly filled with fear, and they ran back in panic.

But it was too late.

As soon as Luo Lan pressed the back of the black dragon, the behemoth that sat down immediately flapped its wings and flew low above everyone's heads, a huge shadow quickly enveloped those running figures, and with a dragon roar that echoed in the air, the coercion that squeezed into the depths of the soul was overwhelming.

The fleeing figures lost their balance, either stumbling to the ground or turning their heads in embarrassment, and just as the first few witch priests saw that the second row of arrays was close in front of them, they could even see the horror in each other's eyes, and a scorching breath rushed down, and they could feel the blades of grass around them sizzle under the high heat, wisps of light smoke coming out, and then, the whole world turned into a black and red ......

When this dragon breath reached the second array of orcs, it was resisted by a huge blue light curtain, and a cheer suddenly erupted in the orc camp.

On a high platform in front of the second row of orcs, a majestic orc shaman dressed in rune-covered robes was standing there, staring at the dragon figure flying in the sky, his eyes were shocked, angry, and regretful.

It was necessary to sacrifice the first row of orcs, and it was worth sacrificing so many witch sacrifices, because he had tricked the dragons into using the dragon power once in a while, and with his mastery of the ancestral spells, coupled with a hidden great shaman, it was enough to shoot down the figure riding on the dragon's back.

If that human died, then even if the dragon was still lingering on the battlefield, it would have no effect on the outcome of the battle.

Gazing at the light dragon swooping down on him, he showed a sneer, and with a slight turn in his eyes, he sensed that his comrades who were hiding on the side were also brewing a curse, waiting for the best time to strike.

Although the second row of orcs was now precarious under the onslaught of the Templar swordsman, the Great Shaman didn't care, and all that was left in his eyes was the most dangerous enemy hanging overhead.

The howl continued to sound, and after paying a huge number of casualties, the second array of orcs was finally punctured out of a small gap, and then, this gap gradually had a tendency to spread, and no one noticed it, at this time, a team of less than a hundred people suddenly rushed out of the gap, rushing towards the location of the great shaman, their steps were light and colorful, even on a battlefield full of killing, it was also as pleasant as dancing in the flowers.

The big shaman glanced obliquely, revealing a faint contempt, proudly straightened his chest, and pinched all kinds of utensils hanging on his body unhurriedly, and in an instant, including necklaces, ornaments, head rings, and bracelets, all kinds of magic shields suddenly flashed, and the bright light made people dare not force their eyes,

He was confident that with so many magic shields and protective spells, he would be able to support a quarter of an hourglass even under the onslaught of thousands of troops, and he didn't need to pay attention to those small and humble creatures.

Seeing those slender figures leaping towards the high platform one by one, and the attendants around him were killed by the strange-shaped daggers that flashed with cold light in their hands, he frowned slightly, and faintly felt that there was an answer in his chest, but suddenly he heard the dragon groan in the air getting closer and closer, and he didn't have time to care about these trivial things, so he was busy focusing on the sky.

The apparently female figures quickly ran to his side, and the next moment, strange fluctuations spread from their bodies.

The Great Shaman didn't care at first, but in an instant, he was shocked to find that both the body, the utensils, and the elements in the air had lost touch with his spirit, and the magic shield had gradually faded as if it had been drained of its source, and could be shattered at any time.

He looked around in horror to see the women surrounding him glowing with silver in their eyes.

Banshee Elemental Barrier?

He felt a chill in his limbs, and his heart sank.

Originally, the elemental barrier only had a breath of time, but if dozens of banshees took turns to use it in turn, and there was no gap between them, it would be a terrifying small forbidden demon enchantment!

The Great Shaman had faced countless challenges and battles in his life, but he could not think of a suitable way out of the predicament in front of him.

The light dimmed overhead.

He looked up blankly, only to find that in the sky, a huge body was getting closer and closer to him......

"Boom!"

The black dragon fell down heavily, relying on its powerful body to directly stomp on the ground and shatter the high platform of the wooden structure at the same time, and let out a long groan again, and fluttered its wings again.

The great shaman was trampled to death, and the morale of the orc soldiers who witnessed this amazing scene suddenly plummeted, and the phalanx collapsed like a glacier, but the road behind him was blocked by countless fleeing auxiliaries, and suddenly, the entire battlefield was full of the howls of orc soldiers.

The other great shaman in the camp of the hiding soldiers looked at everything in front of him in horror, he hesitated for a moment, his body slowly retreated, but he was shocked, and suddenly felt enveloped by a powerful coercion, and he was shocked to find that all the orc soldiers around him had become as stiff and unable to move.

The figure flashed, and Stitch appeared in front of him with a strange smile, a hand slowly reaching for his face.