87_87410The fall of the Bearman Knights was only the beginning of the orc rout, and when the remnants of the Hammer of Justice and the Dreadnoughts led by Isdar killed the Bearmen Knights, they immediately rushed towards those ordinary orc troops.

It should be mentioned that shortly after the fall of the bear people, there was a large war bear more than two meters long on Setis's seat, but after the death of the bear man patriarch Nosmara, Setis fell into a fight with the war bear, regardless of the surrounding situation.

Nosmara's mount is also brutal and brutal, but it can't stand up to the more savage and ferocious Setis.

The method of Setis taming the large war bear is very simple, he will ride on the war bear, the war bear will cut it when it struggles, and it will be cut if it resists, and it will be cut even more when he is shoeed, in short, he will cut it if he is not allowed to ride, until the war bear under the crotch is honest.

After more than half an hour of struggle, he was cut; resisting, being cut; After the miserable experience of being stumbled and slashed, the war bear of Norsemara was honest, and could only let Setis ride on it with resentment and sadness.

The destruction of the Bear Knight threw the situation on the right side of the human-beast battlefield out of balance, and with the tyglisa on the rampant with the Royal Knights, it was only a matter of time before the orcs on the right side were defeated.

At this time, Isdar came to the battlefield between Count Milda and the orc sword master, and a blank area with a diameter of more than ten meters was cleared in the place where the two fought, and in the face of the battle between the two heroes and powerhouses, the ordinary soldiers around him could not intervene at all.

And the situation at this time is that Count Milda is completely suppressed by the orc Swordmaster, if it weren't for being a paladin and known for his defense, I'm afraid that Count Milda would have been defeated by the orc Swordmaster now.

Looking at the orc swordmaster dancing with bursts of red light at the big sword, Isdar slowly let go of the momentum on his body and walked towards the orc swordmaster.

Feeling that there was another heroic powerhouse beside him, the orc sword master retracted, and quickly jumped to the side and looked at the new Isdar vigilantly.

"Milda, you go somewhere else, leave it to me here." Isdar stared at the orc Juggernaut and said to Milda, who was gasping for breath.

Hearing Isdar's words, Mirda wanted to stop talking, he wanted to remind Istar that now was not the time to be rash, but after seeing Isdar's determined and sharp eyes, Mirda shook her head, and after all, she didn't speak.

"Officially, the Hammer of Justice rules Isdar." Isdar slowly raised the knife in his hand and said in the standard human lingua franca.

"Flameblade Clan, Damlyn Flameblade." The orcs simply spoke in the lingua franca and also took an offensive stance.

In the battlefield of Simtoo, Isdar and Damrin Flameblade have not faced each other once or twice, but the two have never been decided.

Damlyn Fireblade belongs to the Orc Juggernaut, but Isdar is technically a branch of the Juggernaut, as can be seen from the fact that both of them use weapons of roughly similar style.

Since entering the hero rank, the authentic orc swordmaster in the orc clan has always been the opponent that Isdar is eager to meet, since he met Damlin Flame Blade, Isdar's heart has been full of desire to fight with him, in a way, this is a fateful battle between Isdar and the orc swordmaster, defeat is death, victory is a great increase in strength.

"I've been waiting for this battle for a long time! Let's shoot!" Isdar's long knife pointed at Damlyn Flameblade.

"Whew!" Hearing Isdar's words, he saw the orc sword saint Damlyn Fireblade's hand holding the knife tightened, and the whole person turned into an afterimage and jumped towards Isdar.

"Khooth!" Sparks flew around, and Ismailyan's knife blocked Damlin's jump slash

While Isdar was fighting to the death with the orc sword saint Damlyn Flameblade, the Hammer of Justice, which had defeated the bears, merged with the Royal Knights led by Teglisa, killing ordinary orc troops as if they were in a no-man's land.

Looking at the battlefield on the left at this time, facing the *master Firav Michau and the dragon riding the sun elf Audreyna, the orc high priest Voga Storm Voice recalled the hero-level wind elemental lord Netumun, and the two joined forces to fight the three heroic powerhouses of Firav, Audreyna, and the dwarf Mog Bronze Hammer.

At this time, Audreyna had already laid down her own dragon, and magic arrows flew out from her longbow with a pale golden light and shot towards the Wind Elemental Lord, while her mount Natasha was in charge of hand-to-hand combat with the Wind Elemental Lord Netumun.

Although Natasha's strength is a cut lower than Netumun's, and her body is a few sizes smaller, the dragon's innate magic resistance attribute allows Natasha to effectively resist Netumun's magical attacks.

And Filav and the dwarf lord Mog Bronze Hammer are not far from Netumun and the high priest Voga, to say that although Voga is a hero's high-level strength, but the melee skills are not strong, after all, he is already old, but surrounded by thunder and lightning, Voga, who has thundercloud storm magic on his head, is not so easy to get close at all, and the two ninth-order orc warriors around him are guarding, which makes Mog Copper Hammer feel like he can't start, it can be said that today's battle is the most aggrieved of Mog Copper Hammer.

Time passed, and the orcs on the right were scattered at a visible speed, and at this time, another change occurred in the orc camp.

"Lord Adulon, everything is ready." An orc in a gray robe said to a hooded orc.

"Very good, activate the magic circle, our time is coming, and every qiē will be trampled under our feet." The orc known as Lord Adulon said in a slightly excited voice.

If anyone familiar sees the hooded orc, they will recognize it as Adulon Blood Pact, the priest of the Howling Moon Clan.

At this time, I saw that following Adulon's words, I saw a huge * array covering nearly one-fifth of the orc camp appear in the orc camp.

As soon as the giant array was activated, it emitted a faint red-black mist.

"Breath of darkness!" As soon as the circle in the orc camp was activated, Dawn, who had brought the Dreadnoughts to meet with New Sain and Twilight, noticed it.

Not only Dawn, but also heroic paladins such as New Sain and Milda sensed the unusualness in the orc camp.

"Abyss, someone is summoning creatures of the Abyss!" Neosain looked at the orc chief Gamor in Shugosh and said with a look of anger on his face, he didn't expect the orcs to dare to summon the creatures of the abyss, and now Neosain took the lead and attacked the Shugosh troops in front of him even harder.

"Who is it? Who's summoning the Abyss Demon?" On the battlefield on the left, the orc priest Voga looked at the direction of the orc camp and said in disbelief.

No one knows the horrors of the Abyss Demons better than them, the priests who have passed down from generation to generation and can communicate with their ancestors.

When there are already psychic church people in their own tribe, such people must be found and killed, and they will destroy the orcs. For a moment, such thoughts flashed through the mind of High Priest Voga, but he had forgotten that this was a battlefield and that he could not be distracted.

As Voga was distracted by shock, an arrow glowing with golden light flew from Netulmoonn and headed straight for Vogar Storm Sound.

"High Priest, be careful!" A ninth-order orc warrior reminded him as soon as he saw the golden arrow, but it was too late.

The golden arrow pierced Voga's abdomen with a flash of light, leaving a wound the size of an arm's length on his waist.

"Whew!" Reaching out to cover the wound, the pale green light flickered violently between his hands, and Voga immediately began to treat himself, but no matter how miraculous the healing technique was, how could such a fatal wound be treated.

"High priest, go quickly, we will stop them." Seeing that Voga was injured, one of the ninth-order orcs who blocked Mog Bronze Hammer shouted.

Hearing the orc's words, Voga didn't hesitate, he turned around and walked towards the orc camp.

Voga is not afraid of death, but he can't die now, his own tribe is summoning demons, and he can't let his tribe be buried at the hands of demons.

Seeing that Voga was about to run, Mog Bronze Hammer hurriedly tried to chase after him, but he was desperately stopped by the two ninth-order great warriors, and Audreyna and Firav were also blocked by the wind elemental lord Netulmoon.

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