The orcs roared, the defenders roared, the billowing smoke mixed with a miserable scream, and the brilliance of the magic weapon reflected the rain of blood.

The war has developed to the point where it has become the most brutal game of life-swapping, and the breached walls have turned into a hell of flesh and blood. From both sides of the city wall were the climbing orcs on one side, and on the other side were soldiers lining up to get to the city. Fresh life desperately climbed up from both sides of the city wall, and hit the last swan song of life on the top of the city wall.

The blue-gray bricks were already red, and blood was flowing everywhere along the walls, dripping down. There is more and more blood, and if it continues at this rate, sooner or later a waterfall of blood will form.

The slippery blood affected the battle between the two sides, and two orcs fell in succession, and finally angrily threw away their weapons and pounced on the soldier, biting him down on the throat.

The heavily armored spearman was half-kneeling on the ground, and the spear in his hand stabbed fiercely into the orc's heart, and his defenseless back was smashed by a heavy stone hammer in an instant.

I don't know who inadvertently kicked over the hot oil pot, and I don't know which awakened person released a hot fireball, and the entire section of the city wall quickly turned into a sea of fire, the hot flames scorched the blood on the ground, and a strange scorching smell made people vomit.

Hou Wen stood on the tower and cast spells desperately, and one after another wind blades slashed towards the top of the orc's head, and one after another wind skills were blessed on the soldiers. At this time, he hated very much that he was just a Wind Awakener, and he hated how his attack spells were so few.

Just as Hou Wen was engrossed in casting spells to resist, a sharp pain suddenly came from his back and shoulder.

"Ahh

Ice rings, two ice rings in a row, and the small tower space is covered with poisonous insect corpses all over the ground.

"It can't be like this, it can't be like this... That circle must be destroyed, otherwise the forces in our rear will not be able to be brought up at all..."

That's right, the current city wall is facing such an embarrassing situation, the orcs are desperately attacking in the front, and the rat swarm and poisonous insect swarm are desperately harassing in the rear, and most of the reserves are focused on driving away these small things, and the support force for the city wall has become very weak.

Thinking of this, Hou Wen suddenly shouted loudly to Shi Meng in the distance.

"Shi Meng, do you dare to go out of the city with me again, let's kill that round formation..."

Shi Meng, who was fighting, smashed the skull of an orc with one punch, turned around and laughed loudly.

"Damn, why don't you dare to kill animals... I'll count one, two, three, and we'll jump together..."

Just when the two young masters wanted to jump off the city wall and go to the wilderness to play for their lives, suddenly in front of the city tower on which they were struggling for their lives, on the city wall in the center, a tall and mighty body suddenly appeared.

The man clenched his left fist and raised it high in the air, and in an instant a vortex of air swirled around his fist.

The wind is actually a wind-based spell, and it is actually a wind-based spell performed by Shi Zhongxing himself. Just as everyone could see with the naked eye, Shi Zhongxing's fist actually turned into a blower with extremely huge suction power, and the endless air swirled and pulled out traces visible to the naked eye, and was desperately surging towards the fist.

No one can describe how big this suction is, anyway, if you look carefully at the birds in the sky that are desperately resisting this suction, you will know that several yellow finches have been fluttering in the sky for a long time, and as a result, they can't fly out.

"Hou Wen... The stinky boy saw clearly, the wind spell was used like this... Hahaha..."

Shi Zhongxing, who was laughing arrogantly, suddenly opened his left fist, and those compressed air suddenly found a vent, and under the control of Shi Zhongxing's divine sense, a violent air flow was formed, and it rushed straight to the defensive circle on the ground.

Just between the hands, the yellow finches suddenly turned a few times in the air, and they were blown away and could not be found.

"Protect the patriarch..."Hundreds of shield-wielding orcs desperately huddled together, their shields leaning against each other, their arms holding each other, forming a tight small turtle formation on the ground, and the three-inch-thick cast iron shield was the turtle shell.

Shi Zhongxing finally made a move, and the last big killer weapon in Cangmang City finally shot, this is the first day, Cangmang City actually used up all the secret moves, and there has been no backhand since then.

Under the gaze of tens of thousands of people, the violent air flow carried countless wind blades, and slammed directly on the turtle array, and the wind blades crackled on the iron shield. The strength of the Great Master is not blown out, and the wind blade composed of air is actually able to cut iron filings from the iron shield.

What's worse is that the tortoise shell can resist the wind blade, but it can't resist the air at all, the violent air penetrates into every crevice, and the high-speed air rubs the flesh and skin of the orc, and only needs to be gently pulled, a piece of bloody flesh leaves the body, and is actually torn off alive.

The three patriarchs were now unable to cast spells, so they had to crawl on the ground to ward off the wind. But how long can these brave orcs resist? The facts answered them, and before they could see each other, one of the orcs was blown away.

When the orc's body rolled in the wind, he didn't even scream, and was torn apart in an instant under the watchful eyes of everyone.

With the first, there was the second, and after a while, the entire circle was overturned, and even the three patriarchs rolled and flew into the air. Large and small wind blades were cutting their bodies like fast knives, except for the flute-playing patriarch who could barely rely on the sword to resist, the others disappeared in the air in an instant, and there was not even a drop of blood left.

Oh my God, before the blood could drip down, it was blown away by the wind.

Dumbfounded, tens of thousands of people on the entire battlefield were dumbfounded, the charging orcs forgot to run, the soldiers on the city wall forgot to fight, everyone looked at the patriarch rolling back and forth in the sky in a daze, and everyone was surprised by the mana that defied the sky in the stone.

"Is this the legendary Great Master? Is this the Great Achievement Realm that the elders said? Is this still a human being?"

The injured Moon Shadow stood up, and he suddenly shouted, "Go and save the Patriarch, send someone to save the Patriarch..."

A sentence woke everyone up, and those warriors who were in a daze ran to the middle of the battlefield. But how could the two legs match the speed of the wind blade? Before they could lift their feet, a wind blade had already broken through the defensive sword, cutting a long wound in the patriarch's left rib.

"It's over... It's too late..."The sun ran forward, and muttered again, "Damn, the tribes over there in the mist haven't been with us for a hundred years, so it's easy to come once, if they die here, I'm afraid they'll have to cut ties with us forever... Grass... Why is Shi Zhongxing so perverted..."

Jiaoyang's worry is not superfluous, in fact, more than 100,000 vast orcs have the same feeling, distant relatives who haven't moved for a hundred years, it's easy to come to help today, if this is dead, it's too sorry for others.

But what is the use? Who can save people from the hands of Shi Zhongxing, who can save people from the hands of the great masters?

Just as this was about to happen, two figures suddenly burst out of the woods to the west, and the speed was comparable to that of Moon Shadow. Their target is the Misty Patriarch in mid-air.

"Stone in the line... You are less arrogant, look here..."A figure suddenly shouted, and a golden light pierced the stone on the city wall.

"Lang Xing is here... The Lang Xing God General actually came..."

That's right, Lang Xing had just arrived, and as soon as he came, he saw such a tragic scene, he could sit still, and this light spell didn't ask for help, as long as it could affect Shi Zhongxing, it would be done.

The matter of saving people, let's leave it to Chen.

Accompanying Lang Xing, of course, is the first birthday of the four gods. Now all of his mind was focused on the Misty Patriarch in mid-air.

Suddenly, the running Tatsumi spoke.

"Fierce... Violent... Broken..."

Three monosyllabic words, like three giant hammers, smashed into the heart of the Misty Patriarch. As soon as the word sounded, the Misty Patriarch's eyes suddenly widened. As soon as the word storm sounded, the muscles of the Misty Patriarch bulged like a grave, and the muscles were exposed. As soon as the broken word sounded, the Misty Patriarch suddenly raised his head to the sky and howled, and the golden sword light on his body was like substance, struggling to tear apart the violent airflow.

With just these three words, the airflow of Shi Zhongxing's spell casting was actually torn apart.

The Misty Patriarch was finally safe, but he also exhausted all his strength, and fell from mid-air in front of him. It just fell into Chen's arms.

At this time, Shi Zhongxing was holding the light from Lang Xing in the palm of his right hand, and he was constantly rubbing. He looked at Tatsumi on the battlefield and suddenly spoke.

"If I'm not mistaken, you are the gods in the altar mountain....hahaha, it's really a good way to save people from my spells, it's really an eye-opener for me..."

"But do you think you can defeat me in this way?" before the words fell, Shi Zhongxing suddenly shook his right hand, and the golden light was actually thrown out by him, and it hit Lang Xing.

"Your stuff, I'll give it back to you..."

Lang Xing never expected that Shi Zhongxing would be able to play the light like substance, and the speed was countless times faster than him. Before Lang Xing could react, the light had already pierced his chest.

Lang Xing took three steps back and sat on the ground, red blood oozing from the corners of his mouth.

At this time, Shi Zhongxing was domineering and arrogant, "Since you are the god general in the orcs, you should leave your name, don't be like a thief, you will only sneak attack secretly... Hold on to your name..."

"Tatsu... Langxing... Sun... Moon Shadow..."

The four god generals gathered in Xiang Chen and hugged their names. When the four of them stood in a row and faced Shi Zhongxing, there was a dead silence on the vast battlefield.

Shi Zhongxing looked at the four young people who were full of vigor under the city, and sighed with emotion in his heart, "Who said that orcs are a group of beasts, it's because they haven't seen the real orc elite... These four gods are all fucking stronger than the group of gentlemen who created the Sect..."