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A different voice sounded overhead. The foot knights lined up in a tight array of guns in front of the fortress gate looked up and saw that the black titan was holding one arm high, unable to move.

It turned out to be a rough but strong iron chain that wrapped around the Black Titan's arm. The other end of the chain, which was stretched straight, was being dragged by hundreds of orc laborers, pulling hard.

What do these orcs want to do? Trapping the Black Titan with chains?

The improvised ballista that had been moved to the roof in the distance, under the control of the goblin, continued to fire one ballista after another with chains attached to the end of the black titan. The tips of these heavy bolts are not hard metal arrowheads, but some kind of dark brown gooey substance.

The goblins' poor gunnery caused most of the bolts to lose their target, but some of them hit the Black Titans. The viscous substance at the tip of the bolt comes into contact with the Black Titan's metal outer armor, and immediately makes a "snort" sound, then melts and solidifies, firmly fixing the bolt to the Black Titan's arm.

In this way, in a short time, seven iron chains each wrapped around the two arms of the giant golem.

"Hey...... Hey...... Hey ......"

Behind each chain, hundreds of orc laborers were working neatly, and the sound of trumpets even drowned out the shouts of killing. The Black Titan's huge body slanted violently, and he almost fell from the sudden and huge pull.

Looking at the sudden danger of the Black Titan, Count Reinarin's hand holding the hilt of the sword was white. He was as nervous as a new recruit. Because whether or not you can hold the Red Boulder Fortress depends on this powerful constructed creature. If it falls too quickly. I am afraid that the flame of hope that will turn the tide of the war will be completely extinguished.

Fortunately, Gordon, the manipulator who was far away in the air, made adjustments to the Black Titan in time. He made the golem change to a sideways half-crouch position. The center of gravity was lowered, and then the power output was increased.

The two sides began the most primitive tug-of-war.

However, although the Black Titan has the surging power of the Mithic core output, the Orcs have almost infinite human resources. More and more orc laborers gathered, and even more than twenty tundra pack beasts joined them. Weighing an average of about ten tons, these giant herbivores are docile and powerful, and are one of the few resources in the barren tundra that the Ferretonians who occupy fertile lands also need.

These pack beasts, which were originally used to transport military supplies, joined the wrestling. Immediately put a lot of pressure on the Black Titan. The joints of its arms clicked, and the connecting parts and gearing beeped.

Although it can't defeat the Black Titan, it can limit the actions of this terrifying killing machine. For the orcs, it was already the biggest victory.

The rumbling drums of war shook the eardrums, and the orcs once again organized their men to attack. And this time. The Black Titan has been unable to stop them.

On narrow roads. The surging green wave collided with the shining human wall of human knights.

The orc warrior who rushed to the front smashed the axes, long knives, and broadswords in his hands into the iron chain net that stood in front of them. The blade slammed into the black iron, bursting with brilliant sparks, which were immediately extinguished by the gushing of hot blood.

Although the spears in the hands of the Foot Knights do not have a strong visual impact like the giant warhammers in the hands of the Black Titans, the spear formations they form still kill and injure the enemy with great efficiency.

Piercing, retracting; Prick it out again, take it back again.

Simple and mechanical movements can achieve the greatest results. These are the subject of long-term professional military training. Both the physical element and the fighting skills are far from the average soldier's foot knight, and the spear in his hand has become the most efficient slaughtering machine. Neither the broad chest nor the fine armor could block their stabbing blows.

The green wave smashed into pieces on the wall, which shone like silver in the dark night, and gradually died down. After more and more corpses piled up on the ground, the orc attack force finally could not bear such heavy casualties and retreated.

After the enemy retreated, the Ferredonians did not shout for joy.

The regimental commander Reinarin changed the formation with skillful command, so that the foot knights in the back row who were not engaged in the battle rotated with the front row to ensure that the entire gun formation was always in the best combat condition.

The knightly squires farther back passed on their new spears one by one, replacing them with those that had been broken or curled in battle.

This qiē was carried out in silence until Count Reinalin, who had been observing the enemy in the distance, uttered a heart-wrenching phrase: "Here we go again!" ”

The second wave of the Orc offensive soon arrived. This time, Count Renaline seemed to be different when he saw those attacking orc warriors. Their skin was slightly dark red, their bodies were stronger, and their eyes showed a chilling momentum in their eyes. If the group of attackers just now can be described as "heroic and belligerent", then in the face of these new enemies, it can only be described as "crazy and fearless".

Count Reinnarin had heard Gordon mention that in the orc army, there was a new type of orcs mixed with abyssal blood, and they had no reason or fear in battle. Now that the Earl had seen this new type of orcs for the first time, he immediately felt that although their equipment was much worse than the previous batch of orcs, and there was almost no metal armor on their bodies, he instinctively sensed that these enemies were much more tricky.

His guess was also confirmed by the facts.

The abyssal orcs roared out of an incomprehensible roar to the ears of humans, stepping on the still warm corpses of their companions and rushing towards the array of guns. They fearlessly faced the spears that kept stabbing out, even if they were poked out of the blood holes one after another, and even if the head of the spear was stuck in the ribs, they didn't care, just used the weapons in their hands to frantically slash at the chain network in front of them.

When!

Finally, an iron chain could not bear it, and with a crisp sound, it broke in half.

The orcs who were watching the battle not far away suddenly cheered in unison. On the human side, everyone's hearts sank suddenly.

None of the abyssal orcs, who knew what fear and death were, fought like creatures, escaped. After the Knights on foot stabbed the last of the Abyssal Orcs to death with their spears. The iron chain that was tied between the feet of the Black Titan had broken two.

The Black Titan, whose arms are still firmly entangled, continues to engage in a tug-of-war. At this point, the situation is not too good. In its cold eyes, the red light flickered and flickered, and the exhaust pipe behind it was constantly spewing hot white steam. The water-cooled cooling system that Gordon had placed in the Black Titan's body had not been activated in the previous battles. This is enough to show that the golem is now close to full capacity. How long it will last is a question.

Comparatively speaking, an army of 100,000 orcs. There are at least 30,000 laborers with the army, plus 100 tundra pack beasts, manpower is not a problem at all.

Just drag it on. The winner of this tug-of-war definitely belongs to the orcs.

But the orcs clearly didn't want to drag it out. The loss of an entire team of Abyssal Orcs does not stop the Orc Commander from seeking victory**. The third wave of the offensive came as scheduled.

Even the well-trained knights, after the first two high-intensity battles, although there were no casualties. But the body is extremely expensive. They didn't have time to calm their rapid breathing. It was too late to rest the sore arm, and a new round of fighting began.

And this time, the strength of the enemy has risen to a new level.

It was the most elite unit of the tundra orc army that attacked. Each of these sturdy orcs is two meters tall, and all of them hold the title of "Slayer", the most glorious warrior in tundra orc culture. They are the war warlord Ugru. Iron Claw's guard, sharp knife, shield.

What's even more terrifying is that these big men are wearing two layers of iron armor and weigh more than fifty kilograms with two-handed battle axes in their hands. His body was also glowing with all kinds of magical aura.

They have been blessed with shamanic jurisprudence.

"Geush!"

The orc warriors who were the first to rush to the front shouted the name of the god they believed in, and raised their battle axes in the air. Then it slammed down. Only a crisp sound was heard, and another chain was cut by him with a single blow. In the process, four spears stabbed at him at once, three of which were ricocheted off by the heavy armor, and only one pierced his body through the gap between his shoulder armor and breastplate.

But after the blessing of the shaman's spell, this elite orc warrior was not afraid of this injury at all, and even when the spear was pulled out, the prismatic wound that kept gushing blood began to heal quickly.

In the face of such an enemy, if the mind is a little weaker, I am afraid that the fighting spirit will immediately collapse and flee.

But the Redstone Legion's gun array held on, not taking a step back.

Count Reinalin, who had been calmly watching the battle, frowned, observed the battle situation for a while, and finally drew his sword, and then said to the adjutant, herald, and standard-bearer beside him: "If the battle situation changes in a while, immediately rush forward with me." ”

"My lord......" The soldiers also drew their weapons in unison with a sad look on their faces.

At this moment, a gray-brown dim magical aura suddenly flashed above the orc's head, and in this dark night, I am afraid that not many people noticed it. But after the light faded, the huge stone ball that suddenly fell from the sky attracted everyone's attention.

This huge stone ball with a diameter of two meters instantly smashed three orc "slayer" guards who had been blessed by shamanic spells and were heavily armored and almost invulnerable. After a brief pause, it began to roll and crush in the orc formation, taking life with it as it was stained with white flesh and dark red blood.

High Rock Castle Lord Resso. Rolledo gritted his teeth and kept changing his gestures to control the stone ball. Although he is only a three-ring mage, he is a high-ranking nobleman with a lot of wealth, and he naturally has some high-level magic props on him to save his life.

This time, he used a five-ring sculpting school spell, the "Stone Orb", to attack the enemy, which was a very risky move. After all, it is not an easy task for a three-ring mage to extract the spell energy from the five-ring magic scroll and successfully shape it, and a small mistake is likely to make him be eaten by the spell energy.

However, the city lord succeeded in the end.

With the help of the indestructible boulder orb, the Ferredonians finally repelled the enemy once again. But now there are only three of them left, and they are crumbling.

Before the retreating "Slayer" guards could return to the orc formation, a chain of lightning suddenly fell from the sky and slashed above the head of the High Rock Castle Lord. The blue-purple energy kept jumping, and the two mage assistants standing beside Rayso were also unlucky.

"Damn it!"

The Redstone Legion commander hadn't had time to rejoice in the victory. You have to face the situation that the Lord of High Rock City is killed in battle, and there is not a single mage on your side.

Looking at the corpse that had been scorched black by lightning, but there was still a corpse on its face that had the joy of successfully casting the spell. His mood sank to the bottom.

"A little three-ring human mage dares to play spells in front of me? The power of the great wasteland spirit will make you humans tremble completely. ”

A smug voice came from the orc formation along the cold wind.

The Phoredon warriors, who had stood in front of the fortress, saw a tall orc shaman slowly walking out. He wears a robe made of black feathers - a symbol of the great shaman of the tribe.

The bone staff in the shaman's hand glowed with blue light, and from time to time the lightning exploded. Obviously, the murderer who killed the Lord of High Rock Castle. That's him.

"That's the warlord Uglu. The most trusted person by Ironclaw's side, the great shaman Chakaru. As the battle progressed, Reinnarin's voice grew deeper.

Xie Ona, who was standing beside him, said nothing. As a matter of fact. The girl had been standing quietly by the wall since the war began. Even when the Great Shaman, the heavyweight of the orc army, appeared, she remained silent.

Reinnarin knew that Sheona could swing a sword and go into battle. Can kill enemies. She was so quiet, not because she was afraid, but simply because she was waiting. And seeing the calm appearance of this amazing little girl, the Redstone Legion Captain knew that the enemy she was waiting for was not the orc Great Shaman.

The orc shaman kept walking, and finally stopped at a distance of fifty meters from the gun. The crossbowmen on the fortress kept pouring long-range firepower on the swaggering guy. But when any arrow flew within a meter of arc in front of him, it lost its degree and fell to the ground.

"Stupid human struggling in vain!" Chakaru's boar-like face erupted into a contemptuous smile. He blessed himself with a sound amplification. So all humans can hear him very clearly.

"Your battles, your sacrifices. Your persistence in the great Uglu. In front of the iron claws, it was all in vain. You don't need an army of tens of millions, the powerful war warlord can easily tear apart the defense line you have painstakingly managed by himself-"

The tail of the great shaman dragged on for a long time, and as soon as the words fell, there was a tsunami-like cheer from the orc army behind him. The orcs didn't have the lingua franca like the Great Shaman, but even if they didn't understand the orc language, the human side could still hear a person's name from the cheers of the enemy.

Uglu.

The huge figure that completely ignited the love of the orcs gradually appeared in the eyes of humans.

A tall orc of nearly two meters and five strong, riding a rare white giant wolf, slowly walked to the side of the orc great shaman Chakaru. He leaped from the wolf's back, then slammed the huge black tomahawk he slung to his shoulder.

Rumble!

Immediately, a ring crack appeared in the hard stone ground, and the sound of metal vibrating could be heard far away, knocking on every human eardrum.

If you get hit by that terrible tomahawk......

Just thinking about this possibility makes people shudder and break out in a cold sweat.

"This guy is almost comparable to the ancient Hercules sung in those long narrative poems!" Count Reinnarin couldn't help but sigh. When he saw the iron claw installed on the severed hand of the orc giant, he immediately knew the identity of the other party: the war warlord who commanded the entire army of tundra orcs, Ugru. Iron Claw!

Knowing that ranged attacks could not penetrate the shaman's protective spells, the human crossbowmen continued to attack in what Ugru saw as weak. Looking at the arrows that crashed into the shield and then crackled and fell to the ground, the warlord of war smiled contemptuously, and then shouted: "Human, let me tell you what true power is—mighty and unstoppable!" ”

He took a step, calmly, steadily, and unhurriedly.

It's just one person, and it feels like a mountain is approaching on the human side.

The Great Shaman Chakaru followed, letting the spell shield follow the war warlord.

Count Reinarin, who has been fighting the tundra orcs for many years and has a deep understanding of their social values and customs, knows that the orcs must think that victory is in their hands, so they give up the plan to continue to consume troops, and instead want to rely on the bravery of the war warlord Ugru alone to defeat the human defense.

In the eyes of humanity, such an approach to putting the Supreme Commander in battle is stupid. But for the orcs, this was an opportunity to show their power, please the gods, and cement their dominance.

After all, in the orc tribe, there are not as many political tricks, intrigues and intrigues in human society, and one qiē is based on strength.

Moreover, Uglu is not a fool either. After the previous waves of attacks, although the casualties suffered by mankind were not large, they were already exhausted. And Reinarin also knew that after the Black Titan was trapped, he didn't even have a mage, and even if he concentrated his high-end forces, it would be difficult to kill the powerful Ugru.

"Knights, hold the line!"

Reinarin didn't have many options, so he had to keep his boys holding on and fighting this formidable enemy with their collective strength.

Uglu. Ironclaw moved on. He turned a blind eye to the gleaming spear that was getting closer and closer, still hanging the blood of his men. The black battle axe in his hand glowed bright red and began to beep slightly, as if a beast of prey was hidden within, howling in a desire to fight.

Roar!

Uglu. Iron Claw suddenly roared, and the already strong muscles on his body immediately bulged again, and the source energy gushing out of his body actually caused a small storm to roll up in the air around him.

In the midst of the flying sand and rocks, the huge figure of the war warlord jumped up, and the huge battle axe in his hand swung forward.

On the two arms of the black titan, a terrible red light flashed one after another. (To be continued......)