Montu's strength comes from pain, and when he is scarred, he is at his strongest.

It is precisely because of this profession similar to self-harm that his body was once empty, and he is afraid that he will not be a legend in his lifetime.

Montu stood on the hill behind him, holding in his hand a bone spear crudely made from the bones of some unknown beast.

He watched as the heroic orcs were nailed to the ground by arrows, and the hand holding the spear couldn't help but increase his strength a little.

But he still didn't call a stop.

Because, this is war!

Every orc, including him, is a participant and a victim!

Montu's birth was ordinary.

For as long as he can remember, his clan has lived on the other side of the harsh mountains, and every day to fight hunger, his people have learned to hunt and sacrifice from an early age.

"If you can't escape death in the end, then at least you have to fall like a warrior, at least you can drag an opponent to die together!"

These were Montu's fathers, ordinary orcs who had taught him since childhood.

They are a group of people who are determined to live each day with a determination to die.

Hunger, monsters, poisonous insects, etc., are their enemies, fighting against heaven and earth, and fearlessness flows in their blood.

"Let Wilder inform the Frostfang Clan! Get ready to attack! ”

When he saw the first flail snail rooted in the city, Montu coldly ordered.

His eyes were fixed on the fortress.

It's just that under his indifferent expression, there is always a trace of anxiety and worry hidden in his eyes.

"Can't lose! This battle! We can't afford to lose! ”

The thought of the mountains behind him made Montu's expression terrifying.

He clutched the bone spear tightly, as if that would give him courage, only to see him shout sharply: "Let the priests continue the [Dance of the Beast], and let the flail snails hurry up!" ”

"Lord Montu! This will damage the snails' ......," one orc said eagerly.

"Execute the order!" Montu interrupted him irritably.

"Yes!"

Of course he knew the consequences of the Dance of the Beasts, but he had to do it, even if he knew that these flail snails were important partners of their clan, he would grit his teeth and give orders.

The significance of the flail snail to the orc clan is extraordinary.

Just as the Oriental people have a passion for the ploughing oxen, these orc clans regard the flail snails as a gift from nature, and their feelings for these large creatures are sincere and pure.

"No way! If you lose this battle, it's all over! Montu thought with a determined gaze.

As one of the most warlike chieftains of the Bloodsong Clan.

Montu looked farther than the other orcs, and he knew very well why the barren orc clan was in the middle of nowhere.

Humanity is too powerful.

The glorious orc royal court of the past has been defeated, and although the three major clans in the mountains continue to be glorious in the past, he knows very well that they are weakening day by day.

They are not ready to take on the challenge of the entire human kingdom on the Salt Coast.

Despite knowing that human beings are powerful.

The only three remaining clans of the orcs still led countless affiliated tribes to resolutely prepare to attack the human kingdom.

Everything is a last resort!

Suddenly.

The air on the entire battlefield was trembling, and in an instant, it seemed as if an invisible force was spreading, directly enveloping the entire battlefield.

It was as if the ancient beasts had awakened, and their attacks on the entire battlefield, whether orcs or humans, had come to an abrupt halt, and everyone froze in place, making it difficult for them to breathe.

"It is! ……”

Montu raised his head with difficulty, his eyes looking in the direction of the mountains behind him.

"The power of Ssuke!" He said in a hoarse voice.

The words just fell.

Somewhere in the mountains, a blue aurora hit the city of the Ponse Fortress at a very fast speed.

Extremely cold!

Everywhere the blue light went, it was as if even time had frozen.

With a look of excitement in his eyes, Montu broke the silence of the battlefield and shouted, "Attack!" Offensive! It's Ssuke! Frostfang's Ssuke is here! ”

A cheer rang out.

When the blue light fell, countless orcs were like taking drugs, and their brave posture made people chill, and they continued to attack the city like fanatical madmen.

"Frostfang! Sthuk! Frost Teeth! Sthuk! ”

Countless orcs chanted the name frantically, and from the other side of the mountains, orcs appeared like a tide, and their eyes were red and rushed into the battlefield again.

Ssuke.

This is not the name of some orc leader.

In fact.

In the old tales of the Orcs, Ssuk is a powerful and invincible monster with a variety of forms, from the legend of a large bird with blue wings in some places to a giant python that can devour mountains in other tribes.

But there is one thing, Ssuke must be the kind of being that can match the gods.

The ancestors of the Frostfang Clan saw Ssuk as a totem.

In the ancient past, the last Ssuk was slain by a human demigod, but Ssuk left a gift to the Frostfang Clan before he died.

Tears of Ssuke!

It was a sacred relic of the Frostfang clan, and I heard that the high priest of Frostfang was recognized by Ssuke and was given the name of [Ssuke].

Any [Ssuke] orc, his strength is comparable to that of a legend.

Distance.

When the blue light fell into the fortress, a terrible cold wind swept in all directions, and in an instant, the entire fortress wall was covered with crystal ice, and both orcs and humans on the wall were indiscriminately frozen into ice sculptures.

- "Arctic Storm! ”

Montu's slightly aged face showed a hint of horror.

The cold filled the air.

A green mist rose from inside the fortress, and the blue cold air was constantly driven away by the green power.

A spellcaster in a black robe slowly fell from the sky, and with a wave of his hand, countless vines broke out of the ground, and one by one the orcs were entangled in the vines, turning into thick water in an instant.

"No !!"

Montu's eyes were red, and with a wave of his hand, he saw that the orcs under the city walls had been wiped out, leaving only a few lonely snail shells hanging on the wall.

"Blood Song Clan! Frostfang Clan! The enemy is a legendary spellcaster! Remove! All of them! Hurry up and retreat! ”

A chilling voice resounded on the battlefield, and then, on the other side of the mountain, countless ice-crystal cold spears shot out, constantly blasting towards the black-robed mysterious man.

The legendary caster chanted a spell, and countless acid rains fell, colliding with the icy spear.

There was nothing else left on the battlefield.

This belongs to the level of immortal fighting.

Splashes of ice shards or acid rain can easily wipe out a large number of orcs and humans.

Soon.

Under the unwilling eyes of Montu and other orc leaders, all the orcs temporarily withdrew from the fortress, and Montu stared at the spellcaster at the head of the city with hatred on the one hand, and looked into the depths of the mountains with doubts and worries on the other.

"Ssuke is back! We're running out of time! ”

Montu was in a hurry, he seemed to be worried about something!