"Orc Grenadiers..."The Black Knife looked at the ten orcs who were quickly surrounding him in an arcing position, and a hint of strangeness flashed in his eyes.

Half-orcs are a hybrid of orcs and barbarians, and because they have inherited the strong genes of both, they are naturally powerful. However, compared to their physical gifts, orcs are generally not very intelligent and irritable, making them very destructive. For a long time, the kingdom of Erathia had forbidden orcs to enter the country.

"See you again, blacksmith!" The barbarian ochre stood in front of the arc, looked at the black knife coldly, and said with a cruel smile.

"Oh, it's you, a dwarf and goblin mongrel." The black knife glanced at Ochre disdainfully, and said contemptuously, "When you speak, you can jump at the same time." Otherwise, I can't even see which idiot is farting. ”

"You!" The black knife's provocation and insult were as good as ever, and the barbarian's face immediately turned red, and his eyes were full of anger and violence.

"Ochre! Do it. Seeing that her subordinates had once again become violent under the instigation of their opponents, the female werewolf couldn't help frowning, and then shouted.

"Yes, master!" Ochre took a deep breath and stretched out his arm to point at the black knife: "Grenadier, fire!" ”

"Hamlin! (Kill)" Hearing Ochre's attack order, the ten orcs immediately roared in unison.

With a roar, the orc grenadier's chest began to bulge violently, and the thick cyan veins on his arms quickly burst and writhed, like snakes.

"Be careful yourself." For the first time, the black knife's eyes revealed solemnity. After a deep sound, the black knife suddenly made a mistake, and then the whole person rushed towards Ochre and the werewolf like a cannonball.

"Cover the Black Knife."

Inside the corridor, Moriarty stepped back; And the falcon aura under White's feet also lit up.

The black knife advanced quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it had already rushed to the top of the corpse mound. Obviously, the target of his attack is very clear, it is the female werewolf who is the leader.

However, Black Knife is not a fighter known for his speed and agility after all. When he stepped onto the top of the corpse mound, the enemy's ferocious attack was also launched.

In a piercing sound of wind cracking, twenty palm axes whizzed out with the fierce swing of the orc grenadier's arm, sweeping towards the black knife in all directions with a frantic spin.

There was no space or time to dodge at all, and the aura under the black knife's feet flashed instantly, and then a rust-colored light curtain fell around the black knife's body.

Almost at the same time, those fast-flying axes also rushed into the light curtain intensively. But what was surprising was that as soon as the twenty axes came into contact with the rust-colored light curtain, they immediately began to corrode at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Eclipse Aura!" Seeing this scene, the corners of the female werewolf's eyebrows couldn't help but jump slightly.

It's just that because the flying speed of the palm axe is really fast, and the kinetic energy it carries is huge, although its blade has been dulled due to erosion, it still brings a lot of damage to the black knife after hitting its body. In particular, the leg of the black knife, which was not protected by armor, was immediately cut with several dripping gaps.

However, just as the ten orc grenadiers took their new axes from the armed belts on their chests without pause, there was a sudden "snort", and a faint arrow shadow shot out from the tunnel, hitting one of the orcs in the head before everyone could react.

Clusters of sharp arrows pierced the grenadier's head with astonishing sharpness, and then emerged from the back of his head. As a result, the poor orc's head was like a penetrated water bladder, spewing out a large stream of red and white mixture from the two wounds in front and back, and it was extremely bloody. …,

"Die!"

And taking advantage of the opportunity for everyone to be together, the black knife roared, jumped down from the corpse mound, and accelerated towards the female werewolf.

However, the werewolf warriors around him reacted extremely quickly. Except for a small group of men and horses who immediately turned around and rushed towards the corridor, most of the other warriors once again surrounded the black knives.

In this round, both sides were firing on fire.

Scimitars, fangs, claws, and black swords collide, intertwine, and entangle each other in a storm of flesh and blood. Life is already degraded like waste paper in a moment, at the mercy of death.

Despite the influence of the eroded aura, the werewolf warrior's scimitars were rusting at an alarming rate. But the orcs' fierce will to fight supported them to rush forward like waves. And in the face of the werewolf's desperate siege regardless of casualties, every step of the black knife's advance was extremely difficult.

On the other side, in the direction of the road, White took over the original position of the black knife and fired with a crossbow.

Blessed with the Eagle Halo, White fires extremely fast and has no missed arrows. The werewolf warriors who came at him didn't even have time to get closer, and they were killed by White one by one.

However, as the orc grenadiers opened fire again, White's situation suddenly became critical. As if given an order, the orc's attack direction shifted from the temporarily surrounded black knife to White.

In the face of the rain of axes, White could no longer stand at the Yongdao crossing, and had to swim away at a rapid pace while shooting back at the orcs. Fortunately, the axe throwers of the Cruelrod grenadiers were fierce, but their accuracy was generally poor, and the space in the hallway was still enough for the crossbowmen to dodge in a roundabout way, so White was still able to maintain the balance of attack and defense at a time of one to nine.

"Oh? It was one of the two people at that time..."

On the other side of the battlefield, the werewolf's blue gaze kept wandering between the black knife that was advancing with difficulty and the white who was fighting quickly. For some reason, a trace of uneasiness quietly rose in his heart. It's as if some important key has been left out of the past.

Orcs are the most instinctive race, because that is the natural instinct given to them by the god of war.

Without hesitation, the werewolf's eyes flashed, and a silver-handled scepter exuding an ancient aura suddenly appeared in her hand. At the top of the scepter is a golden-colored statue of a wolf's head, which looks majestic and fierce.

Clearly, she was planning a quick fix.

With her hands clasped together, the werewolf raised her scepter alof. At the same time, the vast war song began to sound loudly above the battlefield.

……

The fierce wind, from the distant sky;

With the breath of the god of war, blowing Beamon's long hair up;

The mutilated thumb caresses the blood-stained battle suit;

In the palm of his hand, the broken sword was still sharp.

Ahead, new enemies have gathered;

Listen, the thunder of the drums of war rang out again;

Puff up your chest and raise the weapon in your hand;

Roar, let our war hymn resound throughout the earth.

Victory or death;

The heroic Beamon is fearless;

No matter the glory, no matter the loneliness;

The great Beamon is the enemy of the world.

……

As the female werewolf's high-pitched battle song grew, both the werewolf warrior and the orc grenadier roared in unison, as if it were a harmony, and they should drink the simple and fiery song.

"'Dreadnought' Beamon Battle Song - 'Breath of the God of War'! You're a Beamon shaman! Hearing the werewolf singing that shocking battle song, the black knife who fell into the fierce battle couldn't help but be taken aback and shouted.

Beamon shamans, an ancient and great group.

Once upon a time, when the various races of the pan-continent were still sleeping in ignorance, when the powerful elven empire wantonly enslaved other primitive civilizations with its developed magical achievements, it was the spark of wisdom that the Beamon Shaman brought to the entire "Anta Greci", allowing countless beings to truly open their eyes for the first time and see this wonderful and magical world clearly. And in the epic war against the elven empire that decided the fate of the continent, it was Shaman Beamon who led the Italian army from all walks of life, overcoming thorns and thorns and spilling blood, and finally completely overthrew the elven hegemony that had been inherited for thousands of years and expelled it for a long time. …,

It can be said that Shaman Beamon is the original mentor of the major civilizations of the "Antagrich" today. This is something that even humans who have long since denied that they once belonged to the Beamon clan.

However, as time moves forward mercilessly, the once infinitely glorious Beamon Shaman will not escape the fate of decline after all. Especially after the rise of the Terrans, defeating the Beamon Empire, and driving the orcs and barbarians to the barren desert of the northwest, the lofty position of the Beamon shaman was gradually replaced by mages and priests, and he had to reluctantly leave the center of the historical stage.

To this day, the lineage of the Beamon Shaman is confined to the United Kingdom of Krulord. As one of the hands holding the supreme power of Krulrod, the Beamon Shaman and the "Military Junkers" maintain and protect the development and security of the entire United Kingdom.

Generally speaking, the core mission of the Beamon shaman is the enlightenment of wisdom and the spread of civilization. However, as a servant and follower of the god of war, Shaman Beamon also possesses all kinds of strange abilities endowed by the gods. Among them, the most well-known is the Battle Song of Beamon.

Some say that Beamon's Warsong is a branch of the magical civilization of the Ancient Elven Empire; It is also said that the Beamon War Song is a supreme gift from the god of war. But no matter what, since the first day of the birth of the Beamon War Song, this powerful and magical force has always been revered and revered by the world. Even its enemies, in the face of the surging and inspiring singing, had to temporarily lower their proud foreheads and pay enough respect to it.

It's just that it is extremely difficult to become a qualified Beamon Shaman, even if it is the lowest rank of a junior Radiant Shaman. Even, compared to the promotion rate of Mage Bracada, it is much lower than the birth rate of the Mon Shaman.

Therefore, a female werewolf of such a young age has been promoted to a scepter shaman, even if it is the lowest level of the junior scepter shaman, it is enough to surprise people.

(Corresponding to the three levels of human primary, middle, and high classes, the corresponding levels of the Beamon Shaman are the Radiance Rank, the Scepter Rank, and the Glory Rank.) And within each order, it is divided into four levels; Taking the Radiance Rank as an example, they are: Beginner Radiant Shaman, Intermediate Radiant Shaman, Advanced Radiant Shaman, and Great Radiant Shaman. ）

This chapter is not easy to write, but it is quite fulfilling.

I have been thinking about it for a long time back and forth for a long time with only one song "The Breath of the God of War", but when the pen is gradually written, I feel a heroic spirit surging in my chest.

Writing such a text is really a good accompaniment to wine.