The war began without any suspense.

Of course, it is still far from reaching the meat grinder stage where the main army is facing the anus and the corpses are bleeding in the wild.

If anything, it's just a skirmish.

Whether it is the Salvation Army or the Abyss Alliance, they are trying to pull the battle line to the terrain in their favor while testing the other side.

An arrow pierced the air and slammed into the orc's head with a sharp sound, causing the orc's head to explode like a smashed watermelon, splattering red and white slime.

The rest of the orcs screamed and hid behind the ruins, taking cover from the ruins of the Daredevil era.

The Salvation Army's outposts are largely human-free, and are dominated by fast-moving centaurs and elves.

Judging from Xiwei's eyes, these two races have well implemented the sixteen-character phalanx of advancing and retreating towards the Taizu enemy, chasing the enemy retreating, disturbing the enemy stationing and disturbing me, and the enemy tired and disturbing, and completely turned the orcs who had few hairs on their heads into baldness......

And ordinary orcs are not the opponents of these two races that can be called the pride of the sky, once they encounter each other, if they are not twice as many as them, it will be the end of the total annihilation.

In this regard, the orcs' lemmings' reproductive abilities have played a role, and so far, the Abyss Coalition has not been short of manpower under the influence of the orcs......

In addition to this, the terrain is also very important.

Let's say the enemy they encountered this time was a centaur, as usual. The centaur is so strong in the steppe that it flies, and the bow and arrow charge bravely strikes, which can almost be said to be omnipotent.

However, in this ruinous ruin area, it can very well limit the combat effectiveness of those centaurs.

The ruins can be used to obstruct vision, use as cover to avoid arrows, or limit the charge of the centaurs, trapping their strongest iron hooves!

Gollum snorted, and his simple head still recalled the thousand instructions that his Great Elder had told them before he set out on the expedition.

It lifted the filthy fur of the beast from its body, wiped it on the sharpened stone axe, and then slowly poked its head out to take a look. He quickly shrank back.

It's almost the same instant. An arrow flew through the last hair on its head, nailing deep into the opposite wall - the walls that have survived so many years without being weathered have more or less been protected by the magical enchantment of the Night Demon Creation Zào, even if it is too long. A great deal of its mana has been lost. But it is also able to defend against most attacks......

However, this arrow was like shooting wood. It's easy to embed it.

Gollum's simple mind couldn't figure out what that meant, but the instinctive sixth sense of danger made it realize that it had almost been killed—just like its brother had just died in a headshot.

From time to time, the screams of their compatriots before they died sounded.

Gollum didn't feel much about the death of his compatriots. One is that the brain is too simple to deal with the feeling of sadness, and the second is that it has lived in a place where the law of the jungle can die at any time since it was a child.

Now what it thinks is purely the desire to survive based on biological instincts.

The Great Elder did as those terrible men in black said, the totem drawn on it glittered, grunted, threw away the axe in his hand, raised his claws and bit hard, and under the stimulation of blood, it clutched its throat and cried out in pain.

Its body hair covered its body, its claws and canine teeth grew longer and longer, and it was as if it had undergone atavism, transforming from a creature barely humanoid to a monster with a completely withdrawn tail.

As the pain faded away, it was replaced by a feeling of power that bubbled up like a fountain, drowning out its already little sanity.

After a long howl at the sun that had not yet set, there were many echoing whistling sounds around it, and it seemed that other orcs had also activated this atavistic power.

Leaping from behind cover, they began to unleash their four-legged gallops, targeting the centaurs with bows and arrows.

I have to say that after the beast, these guys have made great progress in both strength and speed, and the indomitable bloodthirsty momentum has made the centaurs of the Warfire Tribe a little uneasy.

But this uneasiness came at the sight of their patriarch, the recognized god of war among the mountain centaurs, and the centaur hero Ares. After the war, it disappeared completely.

No one can beat Ares in hand-to-hand combat! Even a few hundred maddened orcs!

"Ulla!"

Ares raised his hammer, his hind hooves straining, his front hooves up, and after a stroke in mid-air, the whole man swooped out, rushing towards the orcs who were more than half killed in the first wave of arrows, but still outnumbered the centaurs!

Under his leadership, all the centaurs put away their bows and arrows, drew their melee weapons, and began to charge together.

Those who have shields also beat their own shields with their weapons, making a loud sound like drums to cheer up their own side.

Fortunately, the orcs had long since lost their minds and rushed out from behind cover like death squads, otherwise it would not have been easy to kill them in a place of ruins.

As soon as they made contact, Ares' warhammer continued with the power of the charge, directly smashing the two orcs that looked a little like hyenas into the air, and after drawing a standard parabola in the sky, it shattered the ruins of the ruins and the bones of their bodies, and they could no longer die.

Then he wielded a half-ton war hammer with a heavy lift, smashing the orcs who tried to pounce on him into meatloaf one by one, and at the same time, the hooves nailed up to the special hoof also one by one, trampling the orcs into meat puree!

Although not every centaur can be as brave and powerful as Ares, every centaur who can be selected to participate in the final battle is a well-known man in the clan!

The battle lasted just over ten minutes before the orcs were wiped out.

Centaurs, on the other hand, suffered only minor injuries.

"Lord Ares, we've spotted traces of the Dark Wizard half a mile to the west." A centaur scout runs to report to Ares, who has his eyes closed.

"Keep scouting and make sure you know where they are. Be careful, those things aren't very combative, but they're a little too weird. ”

Ares frowned and said loudly.

"Order!"

Unbeknownst to the centaurs, a legendary 'mage' from the future was also leading his team of mercenaries towards them. (To be continued......)

PS: There should be another chapter later......