Rumble!

A dull loud bang echoed across the battlefield.

With the sound of desolate trumpets, the orcs swarmed up like a tidal wave, and the entire city wall had been turned into a bloody ground of meat grinding. Primitive and wild dashes hit the ancient city walls again and again, and the figures of the abyssal gnolls shuttled through the orc formation, leaping at high speed with great agility, always looking for an opportunity to cut into the fight. These agile enemies inflicted heavy casualties on the Half-Elves, as they were able to climb the walls of more than ten meters high with their bare hands.

"Milan!"

A hoarse low roar came, and then I saw a middle-aged man covered in blood and flesh in front of him rushing over with a heavy hammer in one hand, he picked up the war hammer and smashed a half-orc who climbed the city wall down, and then rushed towards this side quickly, and roared: "Are you crazy? What are you doing here? Hurry up! ”

"Take care of those women and children! …… This is not the place you should be! ……”

Touch.

Another strong half-orc climbed up, and the middle-aged man picked up an iron shield and crashed into it, knocking the enemy four or five meters away in an instant, and then fell from the city wall with a thud, and was already dead that he could no longer die.

"Let's go!"

The middle-aged man looked at the little girl in front of him, his eyes were bloodshot after days of crazy fighting, and his highly tense spirit and will did not notice the abnormality of the little girl at this moment. He stretched out his palm to grab the little girl in front of him, and then walked directly under the city wall, the situation on the battlefield has become more and more difficult, at this time there is no spare energy to take care of a little girl, she will only add to the chaos if she stays here.

"Huh?"

Facing the middle-aged man walking in front of her, the little girl's beautiful face frowned slightly, she moved her steps and turned around lightly, and then passed by him, not even touching her sleeves.

"Huh?" The middle-aged man stood in place in astonishment.

His hands were so empty that they didn't even touch the corners of the little girl's clothes. Her actions just now were all so smooth, and she invisibly revealed amazing agility skills.

Milan didn't look back.

The middle-aged man behind him was nothing more than a priest who had lost his magic, and it was not worth attracting her attention now, wasting her precious time.

Because all this time is in exchange for psionic energy!

………………

"Roar!"

A wild roar sounded, and an armored orc warrior rushed up the wall, and a beautiful white figure appeared in its sight, it was a beautiful little girl, she was dressed in a pure white dress, and bloomed like a holy lotus flower on the blood-covered battlefield. This pure white color was so striking on the blood-soaked battlefield that it instantly stung the blood-red pupils of the orc warrior. Without hesitation, it let out a low roar, swung its blade and slashed at it.

Its madness made it want to wither away this pure lotus-like beauty, and let the scarlet blood flow in a snow-white patch.

Sonorous!

With a slight touch of snow-white toes, Milan's figure flew like a butterfly, passing by a half-elf defender in an instant, and the next moment a narrow elven scimitar appeared in her palm, her figure did not stop at all, and in an instant, it passed past the half-orc warrior in front of her, and the cold sword light pierced the air. Then time froze at this moment, and the figure of the half-orc warrior froze in place.

Thump.

The sound of falling to the ground was very clear.

A head fell to the ground, and the headless corpse of the orc warrior slowly fell, blood gushing out frantically. But not a single drop stuck to Milan's pure white dress.

Her figure jumped on the city wall like a butterfly fluttering gracefully!

This moment.

The eyes of the entire battlefield were attracted by this white figure, and countless people in the battle saw her existence.

Guts.

Her presence seemed to awaken the courage of the warriors, making them extremely tired. Still bursting out with a force, the enemy's attack was forcefully repulsed.

Roar!

A frantic roar was heard.

The figure of the Abyssal Gnoll flew up from under the corner, and these powerful monsters with blood-red pupils noticed the little girl's existence. They rushed from all directions, like black shadows swept by, and pounced on the little girl in front of them, wanting to decapitate the only white light on the battlefield!

"Humph!"

Facing the abyssal gnolls rushing from all directions, a mocking smile appeared at the corner of the little girl's mouth, and with a slight hook of her snow-white toes, the second elven scimitar fell into her palm.

Sonorous!

Crisp metallic interlacing.

Milan's figure flew up in an instant, the whole person rotated at high speed, the double knives turned into a cold light in the sky, the snow-white dress made her like a flying butterfly, rushing out of the black shadows in an instant, her figure swept through the air, there were blood droplets that slipped from the blade of the knife in the air, and behind her was the sound of a piece of fluttering and landing, and the corpse of an abyssal gnoll fell directly from mid-air.

Clang.

The little girl landed gently, she frowned and glanced at the elven scimitar in her hand, which was already a little curled, and threw it away.

The battlefield was littered with weapons.

She glanced coldly at the others, and in an instant she found the two scimitars again, and then her figure turned into a white afterimage and swept through the air, and a cold and ruthless sword light appeared, and behind the white figure was the corpse of a half-orc and a jackal.

All of them are killed with one sword!

No enemy could hold up one more move in her hands, not even the Abyssal Gnolls for even a second!

The battlefield was deadly silent.

Milan's figure leaped across the city walls, killing hundreds of orcs and gnolls at once.

The orc's attack was instantly contained.

With the sound of a desolate horn, the frantically attacking orcs retreated like a tide.

A cheer rang out.

When all the enemies in front of them retreated from the city wall, the surviving half-elf warriors couldn't help but let out bursts of cheers.

………………

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The dull sound of war drums came from behind the orcs, and the crazy beat of the sacrificial drums instantly seemed to choke the throats of all the half-elf warriors, forcing them to stop cheering and look nervously at the rear of the half-orc battle formation. Groups of orcs parted like a tide, and with the sound of war drums that grew loud and frenzied, a huge monster of the blood of the Earth Walking Dragon appeared. It has thick dragon horns, a large body, strong limbs, and a hard dragon skin.

The old figure of the orc priest appears!

Eugene stood on the body of the giant drake beast, holding a white bone war spear in his hand, which smeared the powder of the grinding of the ashes of his clan on his face, ** his chest covered with countless scars.

The memories seem to go back to the winter of that year.

In that cold and snow-covered season, it was the same as clenching its war spear in its chest and facing the army of frost giants that threatened the survival of the tribe!

Roar!

It let out a roar.

The old body could not hide the power it possessed, and Eugene stared at the battlefield in front of him and roared, "For the tribe! For the sake of the Knife Tooth Clan! For our children and grandchildren!! ”

Airplanes.

The bone spear sliced through the air, and as Eugene pointed at the blood-soaked walls in front of him, countless orcs let out a wild roar, clenching the rudimentary weapons in their hands and hammering their chests hard, the fatigue accumulated from days of frantic attacks turning into a violent courage.

"Eugene! Knife teeth! Eugene! Knife teeth! ”

Countless orcs frantically shouted Eugene's name, their eyes blood-red and rushed to the battlefield in front of them again!

Cold, hunger, death.

This is the battle that will decide the fate of the orcs for hundreds of years to come!

Ever since the land was taken away by the half-elves, and the half-orc clans were banished to the cold barrens, the shadow of hunger and death has hung over them.

But!

The orcs did not fall and did not fail because of this.

Because they have 'Eugene'!

The greatest orc leader of all time!

It led its people to open up the Northwest Wilderness, and it traveled around the continent alone just to find a way to make the Swordtooth Clan strong and strong! It unites all orcs with fraternity and tolerance! It treats its enemies cruelly and mercilessly, but treats its people like its own children, and its eyes always reveal pity and sorrow! It slaughtered the Winter Wolves in the cold and ice, it went into the Swamp of Death alone to slay the Black Dragon, and it beheaded their king under siege from an army of frost giants!

It held up the backbone of the Swordtooth Clan with its old back!

It had never had a wife or children, nor any spouse, but the first thing it did after leading its people to defeat the army of half-elves was not to celebrate victory, but to kneel on the ground and kiss the black, fertile earth beneath its feet.

It's 'Eugene - Warspear'!

It is the backbone of the half-orcs, the hope of the half-orcs, the true chief of the half-orcs!

……………… (To be continued......)