"Soldiers, although the enemy's artillery is invincible, they have no glory, their hearts are empty, and it is difficult to defeat us."

"Remember the glory of the Lionheart, and don't forget the dead brothers, who sacrificed their lives for the country, not to defeat you in despair, but to bring their share of the effort!"

The High Priest wore a large white golden robe on the boulder, looked fanatical, and bragged over and over again, trying to weaken the power of the cannon of Tomorrow City and raise the fighting power of his own people.

This is a set familiar to orcs who engage in propaganda, suppressing the enemy in language, elevating themselves, and then brainwashing with big pies such as Lionheart Glory and Triumph.

The high priest walked to the highest position of the temple, and his eloquence was also top-notch, and after a long time of talking, he finally pulled most of the lion people back on track, and his facial expression became angry.

What is the next thing to say, family, friendship, revenge, money...... The high priest touched his beard, his mind tumbling inside.

In the next second, the alarm bell sounded in his heart, an unprecedented sense of crisis erupted in his heart, and his chest was so uncomfortable, as if all the air in his lungs had been emptied, and it was difficult to breathe.

"What's going on!"

The high priest's face changed, and he was very shocked.

His instincts were telling him that he was facing the greatest life crisis in his history, and that if he didn't dodge it in time, he would die.

The high priest didn't bother to speak, didn't even bother to say anything about retreating, turned around and ran.

The lion people in the field were confused and did not know why the priest had run away.

When they heard "work together with their share", they thought of their dead comrades, and the anger in their chests ignited their inner emotions.

As long as the High Priest takes a few more minutes to speak, the frustrated orcs will rekindle their fighting passion and become iron-blooded lions.

But the point was that the priest fled, and he fled in a hurry, and looked at the sky with frightened eyes.

They also looked at the sky, and there was nothing but a white cloud, oh no, it seemed like there were four dark shadows floating over.

At this time, the Templars in the crowd also moved, and they all sensed the danger of life and death just like the High Priest, but each of them reacted quickly and slowly to the death warning.

When they saw the High Priest fleeing, the Paladin was sure that the strange feeling in his heart was a death crisis, and he quickly ran away.

"Give me a shield!"

The high priest looked up and saw four black shadows falling from the sky, and knew that there was no time to run, so it was better to grab a shield to protect himself.

The shield soldier did not hesitate and threw the shield out, and the priest hurriedly took the shield and walked to the nearest tree.

At this time, four grenades entered the woods, and the fastest one had already entered under the canopy, ready to touch the ground.

The priest's heart was pounding, and he stood his shield in front of him, his back resting on the tree.

Rumble!

The black shadow fell to the ground, turning into a bright ball of light, illuminating the entire forest of leaves.

Then three black shadows fell around it, and four explosions exploded in a row.

The number one stand-in didn't know where he was, he didn't know who he was, his eardrums were broken, his ears were bleeding, he couldn't hear the sound outside, he could only listen to the vibrations through his bones.

Shake, shake, except for shake or shake!

Not one person shaking, but the whole ground shaking!

On the edge of the center of the explosion, he saw an endless stream of light envelop him, and the shield turned from cold to hot, like a hot potato, piping hot.

But he didn't dare to throw it, and wanted to use his greatest strength to resist the high-temperature and high-pressure gas born by the explosion.

Burst!

After all, the mortal could not block the shock wave, the hands of the first double were broken, the shield could no longer be held steadily, the whole face was hit by the shield, the head was broken and bleeding, and he passed out.

Immediately following the waves of flames enveloped him, past him, and ran farther away.

When the four mushroom clouds rose into the air, the lion soldiers couldn't contain the fear in their hearts, screamed loudly, and retreated.

"Lord Priest, Lord Priest!"

The lion soldiers turned pale and clutched their heads, looking desperately at the four rising mushroom clouds.

Just now, the priest reinvigorated their faith, but it didn't last a minute when four devilish grenades shattered the faith of the Lionheart's soldiers.

The priest was also in the center of the blow just now, and I don't know if he survived.

"The priest is a child of destiny, and like the king, he has many lives, and he must be fine." The lions said as they stepped back.

The winds of the explosions swept through the forest, ruffling the hair and beards of many of the lionmen.

The orcs saw that the grass at the center of the explosion had been covered with fire, and the corpses, armor, and other objects were covered in flames, and the fear continued to spread, and their feet trembled unconsciously.

Some lion soldiers want to be deserters now, but their roots are in the country of Lionheart, if they really become deserters, with the iron-fisted policy of the country of Lionheart, their families will definitely have a hard time.

A minute later, the shouts of some soldiers could be heard in the forest.

"All retreat, the priest has an order, go back to the camp!"

"After returning to the camp, all the soldiers will be named, and the soldiers who do not return to the camp after half an hour will be dealt with carefully by military law!"

The orcs breathed a sigh of relief when they heard the soldiers convey the priest's new orders.

"Great, the priest is really blessed and resurrected."

"But this time many generals died in the center of the explosion, can we really win this war?"

The orcs picked up their equipment and ran away, all of them retreating quickly towards the camp, for fear that the orcs of Tomorrow City would appear behind.

They were the vanquished, they were already very tired, and they were hit by the grenade at a super long range, and their morale could be said to have dropped to the bottom, and they were also absent-minded on the way back, and the formation was very scattered.

There was a rustling sound.

The wounded soldier who had stragged behind walked on the road, reacting half a beat slower, and was suddenly stretched out to cover his mouth and throat.

The hands looked a little soft, but the strength was not weak at all, and the neck was instantly strangled vigorously, and the throat bone was broken.

Click!

The lion soldier had his throat slit, his eyes rolled and he collapsed.

The cat-people hurriedly took off their military uniforms, changed into the armor of the lion soldiers, and by the way, put on the helmet, covered the cat ears on their heads, and successfully disguised themselves as the soldiers of the lion clan.

At the same time, many of the lion soldiers were wiped out on the way back, and they couldn't even sound a warning.

This was a hasty escape, the defeated army fled in an orderly manner, and if it was a neat and orderly retreat, it would definitely not be attacked by the cat people at close range.

Half a minute later, a group of "lionmen" dressed in lion armor hurriedly ran towards the enemy camp.

The enemy camp is located at a point of 4,000 meters, built on a small hillside with a back to Tomorrow City, where there are a little more trees than the old camp, and the advantage is that it will not be monitored by Tomorrow City snipers from high places.

"Come in, run, the priest is ready to take the roll call, slow down what it will be!" The guards at the gate of the camp yelled at Natasha, who was moving a little slowly.

Natasha retracted her hesitant thoughts, her eyes inside the helmet became sharp, her throat rolled slightly, and she responded with a rough voice change: "Yes!" ”

She is a former mining orc in Datie Village, and she is very dressed as a man, and her voice is not a problem, and her roar is full of anger and manliness.

Mixing through the Gatekeeper Pass, Natasha didn't plan to join the gathering, but quickly recalled the map of the interior of the enemy camp building that Allen had drawn on the city walls, and she remembered that there were several routes to the granary.

By the way, the map was not a source of information circulated within the enemy, but was the product of eagles, pigeons, and other people who communicated with Allen in bird language.

Until now, she still has the eagle's words in her ears, the cooing of pigeons and other auditory hallucinations.