Dragonmen are known to be strong and strong, but they will never have the slightest bit to do with being reactive, and when the coalition forces stormed the camp, they hadn't even recovered from their shock. It wasn't until one of the dragonmen furthest from the altar was stabbed to the ground by Nazaire that they realized what had happened. With a hissing shout, the dragonman who had just woken up from a dream drew his weapon and met him.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the two gangs collided violently with each other. For a while, flesh and blood flew sideways, screaming again and again. However, the shape of the battlefield did not have the advantage of the sneak attackers as Diego had expected, and in fact, although they were slightly inferior in numbers, with their strong physique and the difficult terrain of the camp, the dragons fought well.

The dragons have never been a very industrious race, and although they have occupied the ruins for a long time, they still haven't cleared the pile of broken bricks and rubble, except for the one around the altar in the middle, there are few large flat areas in the camp. Neither the attackers nor the defenders were able to form a formation between the ruins, and had to fight alone.

In this kind of terrain, the dragons have a big advantage! Unlike the dragonmen of the Blue Dragon and Bronze Dragons, who are good at spells, the Black Dragons have always been known for their furious strength and durability. The thick, scaly skin gave them plenty of defense, and the orcs' spears and swords slashed at it, leaving nothing but a white mark. The dragonmen's massive broad-bladed broadblades could easily cut through their almost half-naked bodies.

Faced with this situation, the orcs did not retreat. The wolf cavalry who didn't ride a wolf was also a wolf cavalry. The orcs were more fearless than the other, and some of them threw their nets. Wrap the dragons together, and some pounce on them with a desperate fit. While being stabbed in the middle of the enemy, he stabs the opponent in the throat without scales. For a while, the orcs barely reached a tie with the dragonmen, relying on human lives to stalemate, and before one side died, no one could help the other. Can you rush to the front of Nazaire? The blood spear was almost dripping blood in distress - the surprise attack was in pairs, which was not what he wanted at all!

At this time, the Minotaurs, who won purely by strength, fought vigorously, and no one could withstand the blows of their heavy halberds and war hammers, in this narrow terrain. Many dragons often have no way to hide, and they are overturned in a single photo. They don't look like they have any wounds on the outside, but the inside of their bodies has been smashed into minced flesh and rotted into a mess.

At this moment, humans finally joined the battlefield. But in Christopher? Under the command of Farral, they did not blindly rush into the narrow area and fight each other alone, but in groups of three or four, they formed a battle formation in a slightly more spacious place, and then covered each other to attack. This is the advantage of discipline over savagery. One by one, the dragonmen were cut down to the ground, and the entire line of defense was crumbling by them.

With the addition of this new force, the balance of the battlefield began to shift in favor of the coalition forces, but for the deepest rushing orcs. They don't feel the change, because they look at the past, back and forth, left and right. Almost all of them are dragonmen, even the minotaurs closest to them. It's also so far away from the ruins of three or four collapsed wooden sheds. But in this desperate situation, not a single orc flinched. They are still fighting frantically, trying to cut down one more enemy before they fall.

Nazir? The Blood Spear was also in a bitter battle, he had been stabbed several times, covered in blood, but more painful than the wounds on his body was the death of his siblings, and the fall of almost every orc was like a knife in his heart. Although these valiant orc warriors died with honor, he still didn't want to see that scene.

He skillfully raised the blood spear in his hand, stabbing its sharp tip into the throat of a rushing dragonman, but before he could pull out the spear, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a huge shadow attacking him from his side, and he even saw the glow of a campfire reflected from the broad-bladed sword, which was already close to him!

He subconsciously tried to draw his spear to resist the fierce slash, but the spear did not retreat in front of him as he wished—the dragonman he had stabbed was dying, but still grinning and clutching the hilt, even though the action widened the wound on his throat, and blood gushed out of it like a spring.

"Die for victory!" The orc straightened up and shouted wildly. He calmly prepared for death, like every valiant and glorious orc.

However, at this moment, he heard a loud thunderous sound and a scream of the air being cut, and the imaginary slash did not come. He turned his head and saw a tall dragonman—who looked like an officer—standing there in a daze. The dragonman lowered his head to see what was going on in his chest, but all he saw was a large hole in his chest. The transparent front was about the size of a carrot, but the exit on the back was larger than the mouth of the bowl, and almost all the internal organs in his chest were flowing from the huge wound along with blood. The injuries were so severe that even four legs could not keep him on his feet, and before the blood could run out, he collapsed to the ground, unable to breathe.

Nazaire kicked the dragonman, still clutching the hilt of his spear, to the ground and drew the spear. He looked back and saw Diego standing on a pile of rubble by the camp gate, looking at it with his gun in hand.

"Hey, man, I owe you once!" He shouted awkwardly.

Diego did not speak, he shifted his aim and continued shooting. The Death Gaze, specially created to deal with Onexia, finally showed its full power, and even without infusing the Holy Light, the weakened dragon scales on the dragonman's exterior could not resist the bullets, and almost every time a gun was fired, a dragonman would fall.

To add insult to injury to the dragonman soldiers, another attack descended. The minotaurs finally rushed to the distance where they could support the orcs. With the sound of Dezko chanting incantations, a jagged bolt of lightning pierced the night sky and burst in the densest places of the dragonmen, and crackling chains of lightning swam, jumping in a chain through the crowd, scorching the dragonmen's bodies blackened, and even the orcs who were fighting them were numb with electricity, and their hair stood on end. The orcs who had joined forces with their allies were in high spirits and launched an even more violent attack.

The resistance of the dragonmen was not indestructible, they fought the enemy almost with their lives and blood, but the terrible attacks of the attackers continued one after another, like the raging waves of the sea at high tide, not only did not abate in the slightest, but became more and more ferocious. The massive impact of the coalition forces pressed the dragonmen's defenses further and further back, shrinking more and more.

When a huge brown bear and a yellow leopard suddenly appeared behind them, the dragons finally couldn't hold on. These two ferocious beasts frantically bit and pounced on the dragonman's back, and although they did not cause much damage in a short period of time, they plunged the entire front into chaos. Realizing that the situation was irreparable, the leader of the dragonmen wisely gave the order to retreat, and they withdrew from a gap on the south side of the camp's fence - from the outside, you hardly see that the dozen or so pointed stakes could be knocked down at any time - to the outside of the camp.

Their retreat was swift and orderly, and by the time the coalition had chopped down all the dragonmen who had been left behind, a third of the dragonmen had already fled from here.

The exhausted coalition forces did not continue the pursuit, as the dragonmen had fled in the direction of Onexia's lair, and they were not ready to meet the dragons.

Diego stood beneath the dragon's head totem in the center of the camp and watched as the soldiers cleaned the battlefield and treated the wounded. At this time, Nazaire? The blood spear limped over, standing in front of the savior with an embarrassed face.

"Ahem, I have to admit that this gadget of yours is still good, half as good as my blood spear." The orc scratched his scalp and praised lamely.

"Alright, come on, man, your sycophant skills are far from human." Diego said with a bit of a laugh, he turned his head and looked at Dezko, "We need to retreat quickly, find a place to hide before the black dragon arrives here." In such a cramped and cramped place, a single breath of the black dragon can wipe out our entire army. (To be continued.) )