A second ago, the leaders of the orcs were still staging a tragic sense of mission, as if it were a historical moment to inherit the future, and their actions could be preserved in coated paper and oil paintings. However, when the cannonballs of the guide cannon fell into the barracks, and even one shell landed in front of the tent, killing three guards and overturning the huge flags and two totem poles, the scene naturally became delicate.

At this moment, the orc leaders who have just been preparing to be martyrs or carry a heavy load, their expressions should be ( ̄△ ̄; Right? The premise is that they still have the leeway to perform their faces.

However, of course, our protagonist Lu Xi doesn't know that he has managed to turn a picture scroll that can go down in history into an embarrassing comic effect - even if he really knows, his heart must not fluctuate, and even a little want to laugh. He stood on a hill a few kilometers away from the orc's tent, twenty cannons lined up beside him. Nearly a hundred artillery men (all of whom were picked out of the legions) were busily operating artillery fire. Ten excellent battle mages were around, trying their best to maintain a perceptual masking circle. Within the scope of this magic circle, no matter how the gongs and drums are beaten, the outside world will not be able to detect it, and naturally it is not something that ordinary army scouts can discover. Only the top strength may be able to feel the subtle fluctuations of magic operations through spiritual sense, and perceive a ...... or two However, this becomes a pure perceptual confrontation. With Lu Xi present, he can make this magic circle more hidden at any time. In terms of the confrontation of magic manipulation ability and perception, the camp of hundreds of thousands of orcs on the opposite side will never have an opponent who can defeat him. Lu Xi now has such self-confidence.

So, he relied on this method to take an elite team of 100 people and approached each other by a look. Until the opponent's home formation and the big tent are included in the range of the cannon.

"Keep firing! Don't stop! Lu Xi stood at the foot of the hill, overlooking the enemy's tent, which had become a mess. In fact, under normal circumstances, it is of course impossible for the opponent's large camp along the river, which stretches for more than ten miles, to collapse. But what we have to know is that the orcs at this time had just crossed the river and failed to eat a defeat, and the morale of the army was somewhat affected; Coupled with the fact that there were no rear supply teams and reinforcements arriving for several days, it was natural that all kinds of rumors would circulate in the army.

"The Storm Wolf Cavalry has been wiped out! Thor, the Child of the Wind, has been killed in battle! There is a chance that the enemy will come from behind! "The above rumors have actually been circulating among the orc armies on the North Shore for quite some time.

It is the battle-hardened battle race orcs, and it is inevitable that they are a little desperate at this time, let alone the kobolds and goblins who are cannon fodder. If it weren't for the presence of their own prison guards, they would have run away about a few hours earlier, right?

However, when the first salvo of artillery fire turned into thunder and heavenly fire in the humble camp of goblins and kobolds, when the multiple ignited bodies screamed and ran, the chaos, the irrepressible chaos, finally broke out at this time.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" (Goblin Language: It hurts!) It's miserable! I'm going to die! ）

"Balug Kamioba!" (Kobold: The fire has come!) Divine punishment has come! ）

Once the goblins collapse into chaos, they are really like a large group of rats. They only know how to escape, but they don't know where to escape, they will only subconsciously choose a direction that they feel safe to escape, and will also subconsciously attack anyone who prevents them from escaping - whether it is an obstacle or the masters who make them afraid to the core. As for kobolds, they are a little better than goblins, they don't collapse and run around, but they will find a dog hole to hide, or just hold their heads and squat. In this way, this movement is really standard for all upright walking creatures!

Immediately afterward, a huge roar pierced through the deep and hazy night sky. Huge shadows began to fall, with a huge roar of storms, like a sword tearing through the sky and air.

The orcs, who were barely controlling the goblins and kobold deserters, couldn't help but look up, and finally barely saw the behemoth's body clearly.

"God of War is on top, what the hell is that?"

"Dragon! Dragon? No, Obislachi, God, Packens bless me......"

The steel dragon with a length of 100 meters has actually completely exceeded the imagination limit of ordinary orc soldiers. At this moment, even such a brave and warlike fighting race is now a little at a loss, and can only seek the protection of faith. Of course, what they must not know is that even their true god deities have been beaten by this steel dragon.

"It's just a big puppet! Assemble, kill it! A slightly knowledgeable troll shaman shouted loudly. He didn't know what it was, but if he didn't do anything, the whole army would be finished.

At the behest of the brave and resourceful troll shaman, several of the larger mountain trolls gathered together and threw rocks into the sky. However, it is a pity that although the mountain troll can throw a stone the size of a millstone into the air at a height of 100 meters, it still can't reach the current location of the target.

The massive steel dragon circled in the sky, and the cannon doors on both sides suddenly opened, tilting countless cannon fire head-on. The brave and resourceful Troll Shaman and his brothers, as well as a pair of centaurs who had just assembled for an embarrassing shot, were torn to shreds on the spot. Of course, they were only a small part of the victims of this attack.

The Iron Dragon's strong presence almost drowned out more sounds from the sky. In fact, at this moment, the air force of the Federation has dominated the night sky. By the time a small number of orcs pulled their flying beasts to take off, the Federation prophetic mages had already located the location of the beast camp according to their actions, and countless thunderstorm javelins immediately fell from the sky, directly creating an industrial power plant-level disaster on the ground.

"Hold on to the air and stop the enemy from taking off! No unauthorized landing without an order! Did you hear that? Your Excellency the Commander has an order, not to be good at landing! Valerius, the captain of the legion's stables, riding on a horned eagle, loudly conveyed orders to the officers around him. His prestige was already very high at this time, but he was not worried that someone would disobey him.

Lu Xi didn't let the air force land, not because he really felt sorry for the lives of his subordinates, but he was simply more skeptical about their ability to land on the ground and fight a tough battle. What's more, there are more than 1,000 people, unless everyone is gold, it won't make much difference if they land, it's better to hide in the sky and fly kites.

As for the ground battlefield, leave it to the more professional.

Yes, at this very moment, the knightly troops, made up of Aucklanders, had already completed the formation in the direction due north. Maybe it was the influence of Lu Xi's "Xu Rulin", and the orc scouts didn't even notice their existence.

More than 1,000 tall and sturdy adult Xilin war horses have long been ready to go. Each of them was more than 1.7 meters tall on his back, his bones and muscles were as strong as if they were made of marble and steel, his nose was spewing excited heat, and his eyes were calm but full of evil. Where it still looks like a herbivore.

The horses were wrapped in vests made of wire chains and leather, with metal hoods, and on their backs were tall men who were also covered in thick iron armor. But even with such a heavy burden, these Xilin war horses did not feel any overwhelmed.

The knight, dressed in a sky-blue robe and cyan plate armor, lowered his visor. The ornate design of the blow painting unfolds directly, forming a majestic flame shape, like a sacred fire that burns the demons of hell. Each knight carries a sword and a hammer, but the most powerful blade is a lance. In small steps, the knights held their spears and pointed straight to the sky, like a coniferous forest that grew in the middle of the snow.

Although there were no more than a thousand heavy knights who began to prepare for the charge, when they began to start and jog slowly, there was really a sense of oppression from the torrent...... And this is far from the peak of the flood.

"When the Auckland Iron Rider began to charge, it was not yet born from this world to be able to resist its edge head-on!" Ever since the Aucklanders established their great empire in the Plains of Seredith, they have had this confidence.

And before the more than 1,000 "cyan lancers" from the Central Forbidden Army in Auckland were ready to charge, the "light cavalry" composed of various princes and feudal knights in Auckland (in fact, compared to the rest of the small countries, they were already armed to the teeth heavy cavalry) had also begun to move to the two wings.

"Count Rickard, I want you to lead the knights of the North to attack the left! Lord Tyrell, lead your army to the right side! Sir Ralph, stand by for support! "Knight Captain Kuradi quickly completed his dispatch. His qualifications and abilities are here, so he calmly gives orders to the children of the great nobles, and he is not worried that the other party will disobey him. Then he looked at the highest-ranking young man in the Oakland Army.

"Your Highness......"

"I, I, I ......" Prince Somans of Calgary? Sanskrit? Di Mahia looked at the enemy army illuminated by the firelight in the distance, but he couldn't see how many enemies were hidden in the mighty air. He gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, didn't know what he thought, and showed a resolute expression on his face: "Don't worry, Kuradiqing, I will never back down!" Never again disgrace the Holy Spring Crest! ”

"That's an exaggeration, Your Highness. It's not a dead end! The knight chief showed a smile: "At present, our victory is unshakable!" All that's left is to see how many enemy heads can be harvested. In this case, if you lose to the Nord barbarians, you will be disgraced by the Holy Spring Crest. However, before doing so, it is important that you take care of your own safety. In short, please be sure to follow the lower officials. ”

The young prince blushed, nodded his head as if a chicken pecked rice, and couldn't help but hold his horse spear in his hand again—in fact, as a child of the Holy Springs royal family, he had received complete knightly training since childhood. If you want to go to the battlefield, there is actually no problem in technology.

"So...... Teal Lancers! Knight Captain Koradi shouted to his comrades again.

The knights raised their spears and shouted in response almost at the same moment.

"Charge! Knead them! ”

At this moment, the surging water finally turned into a rushing and menacing flood peak. The Auckland spoken by 5,000 people overwhelmed the desperate orc language of tens of thousands, if not hundreds of thousands. The sound of the blades of the spears and swords tearing apart the flesh and the iron hooves of the horses crushing the human body together created a chaotic situation.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! It's Aucklanders! It's the cyan holy flame! An orc soldier rushed into the tent and shouted at the high-ranking figures in the tent in a voice that bordered on crying. This behavior also brought a considerable sense of impact to everyone in the account. You know, in the decades since the cyan lancers were established, the losses brought to the orcs were enough for them to have many nightmares.

"Aucklanders are here too? That's impossible! Gonon Khan involuntarily uttered a word of nonsense.

However, before the reckless orc could say a word, a spear pierced his back, and the whole man rolled into the tent with a wail.

Immediately afterwards, a typical Auckland feudal knight wearing chain mail and heraldic robes and a huge helmet rushed into the tent on horseback. He looked at the people in the tent with a big grin, and soon determined that these were "big fish".

"Barbarian chieftains? Give me my life! The knight probably thought that this was a trophy from the goddess Pallas that would allow him to reach the pinnacle of his life, and immediately let out a cry of excitement, driving his horse directly to the orc leaders in front of him.

The "Blood-Eyed Lion King" Shaleg snorted coldly, stretched out his hand, and the storm shield was directly unfurled in front of the knight. The latter was caught off guard, and rode his war horse into the storm shield, which directly caused the roar and friction of thunder and lightning, but only to see a flash of thunder, and even the people and horses suddenly turned into a mass of charcoal.

"We have failed! The defence of the Mubohair River is doomed to be untenable, and we can only hope to escape with more people now. Gentlemen, do your best to bring out as many people as you can. As long as you enter the ancient mountain road of the Great Black Mountain, the enemy will not be able to pursue it. The caster, who was already considered the most courageous spellcaster in the world, still spoke calmly and calmly: "I will still do my best to buy everyone enough time!" ”

As soon as he finished saying this, the only remaining single eye suddenly flashed a solemn expression, and opened his palm to make a grasping gesture. The war hammer placed on the weapon rack next to him flew directly into his hand as if it had come to life. Shaleg let out a roar of rage, leaped to his feet, and swung his war hammer directly into the center of the tent.

He certainly wasn't twitching. At this moment, a ripple of air also rose in the tent, and multiple figures condensed in the ripples.

"Phew!" The fierce and almost roaring sound of the clash of gold and iron shook the ears of the people in the tent. However, to the astonishment of the orc leaders present, it was Shaleg himself, who was as strong as an iron tower, who was shocked and staggered back several steps in a row.

Then, a figure swooped out directly from the ripples in the air, sword in both hands, and broadsword and saber floating beside him. The four blades were flying, and the attacks were continuous, and for a while, Shaleg was forced to be at a loss and retreated again and again. Every blow of the hammer and sword was like the impact of an iron ingot and a heavy hammer, and the air inside the tent was constantly rippling.

is not only sword skills, but in terms of strength, the other party faces the "Blood-Eyed Lion King", but he is not inferior at all. Then, when I looked at it again, it turned out to be a cute, petite and delicate little girl from Yuxue.

Before everyone could fully digest such information, the young mage, who was carrying the white staff, strode out of the ripples of the air. His expression was calm, his eyes were steady, and he glanced at the orc bigwigs in the tent, but it was like a lion in the flock.

Yes, he is more like a lion than the embarrassed Shaleg.

"Heroes? After the break? Sacrifice? Inheritance? Mission? Or is it a moment of martyrdom glory? I'm about a hopeless atmosphere buster! Isn't it a greater tragedy that a heroic epic that can be passed on to future generations, but has been given the color of farce by our generation? Lu Xi showed a solemn smile and snapped his fingers casually. Beside him, four huge teleportation circles floated up on the ground at the same time, forming a halo-forming gate. Heavily armed Nord hoplites and richly armed elven knights appeared in the light curtain.

With his own strength, Lu Xi directly built a huge teleportation circle in the enemy's home array.

Commander-in-Chief of the Southern Front, Artoria? Pan Gangda? Nord? Armed with a golden oath and a sword of victory, Arnor strode out of the teleportation array surrounded by the Nord warriors.