Outside the wrought iron city, the twilight was vast, the remnant sun was like blood, and a military flag painted with the Holy Emblem of Pero fluttered in the wind, which was the banner of the Koras Division of the Far East Province of the Holy Assanian Empire. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The sudden sound of the horn brought endless hope to the dwarves of the Far East, but for the orcs, it was like a blow to the head.

Before Cook Skullcrusher and his men could figure out what was going on, a group of black-helmeted and black-armored cavalry had already rushed down from the pass and rushed straight to the flank of the orc army, intent on splitting it.

The Blackguard charge is not unpleasant, but the Koras Army's spellcaster team moves faster.

Mage Merlin and his twelve apprentices simultaneously open the "Arbitrary Gate" and jump directly over the battlefield.

"Feather Fall!" With a wave of the old mage's staff, even himself, the mage team was blessed with yellow arcane brilliance, and suddenly became as light as a feather, suspended in the air and slowly fell.

The old mage continued to cast the spell quietly, and in the blink of an eye, with a flick of his fingers, the "spider web technique" combined with the two super magic specialties - "Spell Increase" and "Spell Expansion" - covered the place where the orc flag stood in the center of the battlefield.

Swish! An oversized net fell from the sky, entangling all orcs within a hundred feet in diameter to the ground, unable to move.

At the same time, Merlin's disciples also finished chanting and waved their hands to release spells enhanced by the supermagic specialty.

"Spell power, fireball!"

Twelve huge fireballs fell like a meteor shower, and the orc soldiers trapped in the cobwebs could only watch as the fireballs fell, exploded, and the flames rose into the sky, the tribal banners fell, and the tents of the camp turned to ashes in the sea of fire.

Cook Skullcrusher desperately escaped the flames, and when he looked back, his headquarters had been razed to the ground, and the rest of the orc hierarchy had been wiped out except for himself. With the flag down, the headquarters burned, and the higher-ups caught off guard, Cook Skullcrusher raised his tomahawk and roared to vent his grief, but he was powerless to save his army from rapidly collapsing.

The war on the plateau turned into a race to kill and flee.

Rudolf Kolas led the charge with five hundred horsemen. The knights all held the high-quality and inexpensive wooden-handled riding spears in their hands, locked the orc chrysanthemum and stabbed it fiercely.

After a one-time charge, the wooden handle broke, and the forged steel spear head remained in the orc's body, and even if he did not die, he lost the strength to fight again, and collapsed on the snow and wailed in despair.

After a round of charge, the Blackguards drew their swords and rode back to slash the orcs who were still resisting.

Not missing the opportunity, Bratu Wrought Iron ordered the drawbridge to be lowered, and personally led the dwarven army out of the fortress, flanking the orc tribes that had collapsed.

"Hey! Old friend, meet again! Rudolph took the lead and went straight to the high ground where Cook Skullcrusher was, and on the way he met the Lord of Bratu, who was riding a silver war sheep, and laughed loudly: "This is not the place to talk, wait until I kill Cook Skullcrusher and come back to drink the celebration wine with you." ”

The Dwarven Lord laughed and raised his scepter to bless his old friend with a "high heroism".

"Rudolph, my good brother, I wish you a victorious start, and we will not get drunk tonight!"

Pulling out the legendary magic sword "Blasphemy Marauder" with his backhand, Rudolph urged the purgatory war horse under his crotch to accelerate the charge in laughter, Pavel and Alexei, two generals, followed him to his left and right, and the three high-ranking black guards formed a rushing formation, invincible, all the way to the high ground.

"Pasha, Alyosha, leave the minions here to you, I'll take out Cook Skullcrusher and end this damn war!"

"Your Excellency, I wish you a victorious start!"

Pavel and Alexei rode their horses and spread out towards their wings, and the two +3 cold iron heavy swords swung frequently, like chopping melons and vegetables, constantly cutting off the heads of the orcs, driving them to scatter and flee, where could they care about the chieftains who guarded them.

Cook Skullcrusher found that his personal guards were demoralized, and were actually defeated by three human knights, and he was so angry that he yelled: "Damn humans, dare to sneak attack Lao Tzu!" I swear that I will crush the skulls of all of you and make Murge from your brains mixed with blood! ”

"Hehe, stupid greenskin, I'm afraid you won't have a chance to make this wish come true."

With a sneer, the black-clothed knight charged, the heavy sword in his hand was pitch black and weird, exuding a terrifying aura, as if he was about to swallow up the remaining rays of the sunset on the horizon.

"Goo-dong!" Cook Skullcrusher swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, barely restraining the fear in his heart, tightened the double-edged axe forged from pure gold in his hand, gritted his teeth and rushed towards Rudolph.

"Who are you ****** to scare? Lao Tzu fought with you! ”

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Dwarven fortresses dotted the snowy plains are now the last fortifications for the desperate orcs.

An orc held his breath and lay on the roof of the fortress, clutching a javelin in his hand and his bloodshot eyes peering into the battlefield below.

Soon, a prey appeared in his field of vision.

It was a human knight in black armor and black armor, and the horse under his crotch was not the slightest variegated, like a pitch-black satin.

"To hell with damn humans!"

The orc warrior roared and leaped to his feet, his arm muscles tensed, and he threw his javelin.

"Huh?" Roland swept a cold glint from the corner of his eyes, quickly grabbed the reins, and drew his sword out of the sheath like lightning to block, and the broad sword body of the "Great Defender" worked wonders, like a solid shield to bounce the javelin away.

"Oh?! How could it be ......" The orcs on the fortress were full of astonishment, Roland had already urged his horse to rush forward, and the heavy sword swept through the air, and with a "poof" he cut it off, and the blood poured down like a waterfall, staining the roof of the dwarf castle scarlet.

As if stimulated by the tragic death of their companions, a group of orcs crawled out of the bunker, screaming with red eyes, and went straight to Roland to besiege him.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and a solemn look appeared on Roland's face. Dealing with the six-headed orc alone, he must be refreshed.

The left hand was slowly raised, and he was about to release the "Dark Technique", when a beam of green light suddenly flew from behind him, hitting the orc's feet, and countless vines sprang up from the ground, firmly entangling the six orcs.

Shout! Shout! Shout!

The sound of breaking wind was endless, and the arrows were shot in a row, all of which hit the hearts of the orcs, and the middle ones were killed instantly.

Roland Lerma looked back at the female ranger and praised with a smile: "I haven't seen you for a day, and my skills have improved by leaps and bounds." ”

Lyudmila held a powerful compound longbow, the corners of her lips rose, and she couldn't hide a smug smile: "Last night, I made a small altar by myself, held a pledge ceremony, randomly chose a new enemy, and then changed it to an orc with an improvisation badge, superimposed it with the first enemy, and as you can see, killing an orc is like mowing grass!" ”

Roland understood after a little thought. With the help of the special effect of the "Adaptation Badge", Lyudmila focused all the effects of the two rivals on the orcs, and each pair of orcs shot an arrow, adding 6 points of damage, which is not an exaggeration to say that it is "mowing the grass".

"My Lyudmila is really smart and clever."

"Then you still have to say it!" The giant girl gave him a blank look, and with a coquettish remark, she fired her bow and arrows, shooting an orc who had managed to break free from the vines.

The vines do not distinguish between the enemy and me, Roland didn't want to be entangled, and was about to ride his horse around, when a girl's exclamation suddenly came from behind him.

"Hey, what's that?"