Lightning Storm!

At the moment when the magic light soared into the sky, the wind surged, the mountains and forests roared, and the clear sky suddenly gathered, dark clouds were like tides, and chain lightning was criss-crossed.

This scene is like a natural disaster.

This is the ability of the caster, the more enemies there are, the more room they have to play, and with the right strategy, an archmage can even destroy a legion.

"Hold the line!"

With the roar of the human commander, the flow of people shuttled, and in the sound of armor colliding with each other, one after another strong shields were erected, and with ten heavy crossbows as the center, they built a high metal wall that shimmered with light.

This army, which totaled 1,000, was damaged by the black dragon's surprise attack and nearly 200, and then divided into 300 cavalry troops to pursue the black dragon.

Next, Roy left with half of his soldiers and raided the Crow Clan.

So how many professional soldiers are left to hold the position? A simple math problem, this place, no more than two hundred and fifty people.

Caesar's decision was undoubtedly correct, this was the best time for the orcs to engage in the current situation, the opportunity was fleeting, but it was seized by the black dragon.

Energy swam, a lightning storm had been brewing for a long time, and finally, a forked lightning with a destructive aura roared.

This is the strongest spell that Sifu can cast so far, and this single blow has almost drained the mana in his body.

It's as powerful as it could be.

As soon as the chain lightning arrived, the human defenses exploded like a boiling oil pot, and they were immediately crushed and shattered by the raging lightning chain.

The soldiers who were on the front line of the spell suffered incalculable losses.

At least fifty people were killed on the spot, and those who survived were also incapacitated, and the electric current traveled through their armored bodies, leaving them with convulsions and a smell like raw meat burning.

An unparalleled thunderbolt blow deprived the garrison of the strength of nearly a hundred soldiers.

However, this terrible "lightning storm" was finally stopped by them, and the soldiers were ordered to guard the bed crossbows, and so far, ten heavy weapons are unharmed.

At this time, this army has changed from a defensive array to an offensive melee formation, and the elite soldiers are holding their shields and long swords in their hands with red eyes, staring at the tall and fierce orcs in heavy armor.

There is no way, more than eighty orc warriors must face off against twice the number of human elite soldiers.

"Now, it's our turn."

The commander of the army waved his arm and pointed his sword forward: "Counterattack!"

"For the glory of Brando!"

"For the sake of the Stone Crow Clan!"

The roar of the humans mingles with the roar of the orcs into an immortal war song, interspersed with a squeaky soundtrack—the sound of a heavy bed crossbow adjusting its aiming!

"Boom!"

Before a bloody orc could see clearly, the heavy cuirass was chiseled into pieces, and a huge wound exploded in the back, and it was pierced in half.

The thick heavy crossbow spear continued to castrate, and even the orc flew backwards seven or eight meters, nailed to a huge dead tree, before it kept shaking and stopping its progress.

"Roar!"

The orcs roared, their vitality was strong, and even if they were hurt like this, they didn't die immediately, his expression was horrible and painful, but he still held the iron axe tightly in his hand, struggling to attack, and was finally beheaded by the human soldiers.

It's no wonder that the black dragon was impressed by this thing, this is the ultimate weapon with armor-piercing enchantment, and the slightest scratch can make an orc lose all its combat effectiveness.

Even if his physique was as strong as Caesar's, he felt that he was going to suffer after only three arrows were hit by this thing, although those arrows did not hit his vital point, but it also made the black dragon's body severely limited.

Those three thick and terrifying armor-piercing crossbow guns are still hanging on the black dragon's body.

If this situation continues, the orcs will definitely finish the game, steal chickens and rice, and be killed by the human garrison.

Fortunately, they also have strategic weapons that are not inferior to the armor-piercing bed crossbow.

Sifu squinted, hiding his head in a shabby hood, and was quickly building a spell model, doing everything he could, and began to cast the next large-area lethal spell.

The battle had barely begun, and it quickly heated up to the point of white-hot heat, with the numbers on both sides rapidly declining.

——

A familiar scene is also played out in another place, the war has become the main theme of the wilderness, and on the other side, Roy's cavalry troops are also fighting Caesar.

"Roar!"

The huge black dragon flapped its wings, and the corrosive acid poured down like rain, and although Caesar's acid breath was not much more powerful than that of its kind, it could also play a considerable role in the damage to metal products such as armor and weapons.

He controls the way he spits, maximizing coverage and density, and even if there are archmage-level spellcasters in the opposing troops, it is difficult to sustain a shield of this magnitude for a long time.

Today, Caesar is very far from the ground.

At such a distance, it is difficult for him to use fire and frost to cause damage to humans, and these two breaths will escape in a large area in the air, and cannot form a truly effective killing force.

There was another breath in him, and the acid would also escape in the air, but due to its nature, its power would not be reduced, but increased.

The acid breath turns into acid rain in the air, enveloping the target area over a large area, causing continuous damage to human cavalry units.

"That's a good idea."

Caesar thought of it, using his body against the turbulence of the high altitude, keeping his flight steady.

It is worth mentioning that as the contact time was extended, Caesar discovered another unavoidable weakness of human beings: physical strength.

Even if these soldiers are well-trained and elite, but due to racial factors, their ceiling is only so high, and physical strength is their ceiling; Except for some special cases of gods, it is impossible for humans to compete with the powerful orcs, let alone dragons.

Now after such a long period of fierce battles, whether it is these cavalry or the war horses under their crotches, they have gradually shown fatigue and are no longer in peak condition.

Of course, the opponent is not a fool, this cavalry unit has realized the crux of the problem and has begun to retreat and disengage, preparing to return to the position and regroup.

But at this time, the black dragon would never let them leave so easily, and if he could, Caesar even wanted to transfer the female orcs from the Duru Basin to fight Roy's army twenty-four hours a day.

The balance of war tilted left and right, and the identities of hunters and prey seemed to be about to be reversed.