The appearance of the Red Dragon Legion at this point in time has explained a lot of problems, one of the most important of which is-

The secret lair that the orcs have guarded for hundreds of years has been completely exposed!

And this is a completely unacceptable fact for the orcs, they have already given up their territory and retreated to the ground, why are these wild dogs still refusing to let them go?

With the heavy horn of the orcs, countless green-skinned orcs poured in from various tents, caves, and corridors like a tide, and the black pressure was endless, and in just a few minutes, thousands of orcs had gathered!

What's even more unexpected is that behind the Red Dragon Legion, there are also dense footsteps!

As mentioned earlier, the orcs are an aggressive race, gathered across the riverbank, their eyes red and menacing, and their earth-shattering roar even drowned out the great roar of the waterfall pouring into the bottom of the lake.

Warwick's face was solemn, the news of the wolf rider scout was wrong, the orc camp on the ground would definitely not be able to accommodate such a large number of orcs, perhaps, there was not only one orc tribe in front of him, but a gathering of multiple tribes.

The current situation seems to be the worst situation for the Red Dragon Legion, they are surrounded by endless orcs, and they cannot advance or retreat.

"Patriarch Wolffang, what now?" The old wizard was a little nervous, although he was a powerful spellcaster, he didn't seem to have experienced such a huge scene.

Warwick glanced at the stalactite bridge, the only bridge connecting the two banks, and said in a deep voice.

"As long as we hold the bridge on this side, the orcs on the opposite side will not be able to pass, we only need to concentrate on dealing with the orcs from the rear."

A bloodthirsty sneer appeared on the face of the half-ear: "In a small-scale contact battle, the invincible Red Dragon Legion is able to crush any enemy that stands in front of you!" ”

"For Your Majesty!"

"For the Red Dragon Clan!"

"For the glory of my king!"

"The Red Dragon Legion is fearless!"

"Tear them apart!"

With just two or three words of encouragement, the monsters roared like thunder one by one, and in terms of momentum, they were not weaker than the orc clans that exceeded their number by several times.

Warwick turned his head to stare at the kobold old wizard with an unnatural face, and said slowly: "We are not in a desperate situation yet, the Red Dragon Legion has long been accustomed to fighting and fighting, they live for battle, die for battle, at the speed of Your Majesty, we only need to survive these few hours, and next, it is the end of the orcs!" ”

The old wizard took a deep breath and nodded heavily: "I will try to support with spells, and if necessary, I will blow up the stone bridge." ”

Warwick laughed: "Don't worry, old fellow, it's not the end of the road yet, and the Red Dragon Legion won't lose!" ”

The Red Dragon Legion retracts its positions in an orderly manner, with powerful minotaurs and ogres in front of them, and gnolls trolls behind them, so that if they find an opportunity, they can deal a fatal blow to the enemy!

Wyverns and Chimeras roared in the sky, and they swept low over the orc camp on the opposite bank, and the flames and acid ploughed over and over the dense orc horde, and a single round of breath consumption almost rendered hundreds of orcs incapacitated.

However, this loss was only a drop in the bucket for the large number of orc clans, and the vacant position was soon filled by more orcs, who were not afraid to squeeze onto the stalactite bridge and attack the Red Dragon Legion on the opposite side.

I saw a frantic orc running wildly on the body of his companion, carrying a huge stone axe, howling and pounced on a flying dragon that had just finished spitting acid.

The blade of the axe slashed heavily into the dragon's body, leaving a deep wound that could be seen in the bones, and the wyvern cursed "lowly bug", and then pierced the orc's body with a poisonous tail hook, and the deadly venom quickly burned the orc's heart through the flowing blood, and after only a few seconds, the orc fell to the ground with convulsions and died.

After a round of attacks, both the Chimera and the Wyvern flew into the air ready for their next breath. The quickly organized orc archers lined up, raining waves of arrows on the Red Dragon Legion on the opposite bank, returning colors.

This is the most embarrassing part of the Red Dragon Clan today, obviously there are many troops, but they lack a fixed long-range strike ability, and only 40 Wyverns and Chimera simply can't continue to put too much pressure on the enemy with firepower.

The rain of arrows pierces through the air and roars!

Warwick looked back at the old wizard abruptly.

"I'll stop them!"

The kobold old wizard chanted a spell, and his staff glowed with a strong magical aura, and soon built a spell barrier on the side of the riverbank, blocking all the flying arrows, as long as the magic in his blood was not exhausted, he would not let an arrow fall in his own camp.

However, it is not a way to consume it like this.

After a dozen seconds, the second round of breath of the Wyvern and the Chimera was ready, and the old wizard roared at them, and the two air lords swooped down from all directions, plowing the orc camp again with their furious breath.

Orc bows and arrows can't penetrate their scales, and breath is a deadly threat!

The second round of breath almost wiped out the orc archers in the front row, and even if there were still archers alive, the scattered rain of arrows could not pose a threat to the Red Dragon Legion on the opposite bank.

The old wizard revoked the spell barrier, took out a bottle and jar from the dimensional ring, handed it to a minotaur and threw it to the opposite bank, but he didn't expect to be shot by an orc with a bow and arrow, and the slippery grease suddenly fell like raindrops.

"Burn my calories! (Fuel Technique)"

The old wizard recited the spell again, and under the influence of the magic, the grease became highly flammable, and any spark could turn the area covered by the spell into a sea of fire!

Without any surprise, the orc's camp burst into flames, which, combined with the Chimera's breath of fire, made the fire even more frantic, and countless burning green-skinned orcs roared and rushed into the turbulent underground rapids.

Seeing that the orc clan was in turmoil, the momentum of the Red Dragon Legion rose step by step, and they withstood the pressure of the orcs from the rear.

Warwick finally understood the old wizard's previous words, a powerful spellcaster appeared on the frontal battlefield, and his role was no less than that of an elite army of a thousand men!

"Hey, cubs, cut down these green-skinned beasts with me! Let them know how powerful the Red Dragon Legion is! ”

Warwick led the way in a furious roar, riding a giant wolf on a rampage through the orc horde, smashing left and right, and the orcs who died at his hands soon exceeded double digits.

And at this moment, there seemed to be something more in the wind howling down from the canyon.

The intermittent screeching sound resounded throughout the canyon with the sound of the wind, and this piercing sound carried a demonic penetrating power, which could not be concealed by the battle on the battlefield and the roar of the waterfall!

The monsters looked up, and they saw a pair of scarlet eyes hundreds of meters in the air, which looked like bat-shaped creatures hanging upside down from the dome, staring at the battlefield below with their evil pupils.

They look like bats, but they're not bats. They have a grayish-white rock-like sheen, and their identities are indicated by the twisted stone thorns and the two demon-like horns on their heads.

They are-

Gargoyles!