Seeing that his army had finally climbed the city wall, One-Eyed Ronte raised his hands and laughed excitedly: "Hahahaha! Cowards who turn their backs on the traditions of the great Gułes and orcs are not our opponents at all! Go ahead! Warriors! Kill them all! Sacrifice the souls of these traitors to the great orc gods! ”

As a believer that might is truth, he is passionate about destroying the weaker tribes, especially those who dare to rebel against him, and only blood and lost lives can make them feel the ultimate satisfaction.

Of course, this also has something to do with his getting older, although the legendary warrior can slow down the speed of physical aging, but the half-hundred-year-old Ront still can't avoid starting to go downhill, because of this, he is extremely intolerant of people disobeying him, and his methods are becoming more and more brutal, just to establish an illusion, an illusion that he is still strong and invincible.

There is no respect for the old and the virtuous in the orc tradition, and those young warriors who are both talented and ambitious, who are constantly spying on the legendary throne of the Supreme Wasteland, will definitely challenge when they are sure, and some may even instigate rebellions, in short, evil and chaos rule most of the orc tribes.

One-Eyed Lunt doesn't have to worry about being challenged yet, because his muscles are still full of explosive power, and he will be able to remain at the level of a legendary warrior for at least a decade.

This time he led a large army to attack the civilized world, mainly to win the favor of the orc god Guush, after all, whether it was killing a traitor or starting a war, it was the god who was most happy to see. Lund wished he could receive the divinity bestowed upon him by the gods. Thus becoming an honorable elect. In this way, you will not be able to continue aging.

I have to say. As an orc with no education, it was not easy to think of so much, but in fact, he ignored the most important point, that is, he did not investigate the strength of his opponent clearly, and his impression of the West Hartland region was still stuck in the original Cheng dù.

You must know that this is the case when the wilderness invaded civilization in the past, drowning the opponent alive with an absolute superiority in numbers, no matter what tactics you have or not, just burn and loot all the way and push forward. Anyway, it doesn't matter where you fight, and when you grab enough, you will retreat.

After all, the West Hartland region has always been divided, except for some large cities such as Soba and Baldur's Gate, ordinary villages and towns do not have the ability to resist at all, and for the mighty monsters, it is simply equivalent to no defense, and they can come and go as they want, and looting happens from time to time.

In the eyes of One-Eyed Ronter, Henry is nothing more than a treacherous and weak human, and the reason why Netherworld touted him was nothing more than to increase his bargaining chips. If you want to reap more benefits in this war, you don't believe that the other side has the ability to confront you.

Located on the top of a hill not far behind the battlefield. A mage dressed in black running was observing the situation through a mirror, and when he saw countless orcs climbing the city wall under the cover of swamp lizards, he immediately stood up and said to the man in black cloak next to him: "Your Highness, it looks like Lunt's army is about to take the city, shall we help him and push the battle line across the bridge of Bariskell?" ”

"Hehe, you think this city will fall so easily?" The man gently took off his hood, revealing a handsome face full of a sarcastic smile, none other than the Shadow Prince Revaran. Tanshur.

He stared at the tragic scene unfolding in the mirror and explained: "Henry. Angome is no ordinary opponent, he has single-handedly established a huge intelligence agency on the continent of Ferron, which is not inferior to the Harper's Alliance and the Santarin Society, and he must have received the news and made a response at this moment. Look, as long as this section of the wall is lost, then the person who rescued the scene will appear immediately. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a warrior with a crimson two-handed greatsword fell from the sky and slammed into the back of a multi-headed lizard.

He swung his weapon like a god of war, and it only took a few seconds to cut off all five heads, the speed and skill of the martial arts were simply terrifying, and even the warring sides who were repeatedly fighting for the city wall subconsciously stopped, and their eyes widened to know what the sacredness was.

"Hahahahaha! War! This is my favorite war! Come on! Kill! I will wield the glory of the god of war here! Glory to Tampas! ”

The terrifying warrior laughed and shouted as he reaped the lives of his life, and the ordinary orc warrior could not survive a round in his hands, and even the multi-headed lizard that was rampant just now could only hold out for a few more seconds.

The trolls, gnolls, goblins and orcs who were originally soaring were instantly stunned and hurriedly retreated, especially the most daring goblins even turned around and ran away, and their morale fell directly to the freezing point.

The flaming two-handed greatsword restrained the regenerative abilities of the lizards and trolls, and the scorching heat could even melt steel, and most of the men who rushed up were burned before they could get close.

There is no doubt that the power of a legendary warrior is the power of a legendary warrior to fight against an endless army of savages in one person, and he is like a tireless killing machine, creating a horrific massacre in the blink of an eye.

All the enemies below the eastern wall were at a standstill, and with no backups, the defenders were quickly killed by the defenders, and the crumbling line was once again solidified.

Alan wiped the blood from his robes and shouted at the bottom of the walls, "Uncle Vaughan! The way you play is just pretty cool! Did my father ask you to come? ”

"Haha! Thank you for the compliment. That's right, your father asked me to come, and you must know that only the battlefield is my home. Saying that, the warrior with amazing strength lifted the mask of his helmet, revealing a big furry face, who was Vaughn, not the orc warrior.

Although he had killed two or three hundred people and four swamp lizards, there was no trace of exhaustion on his face at this moment, and his two blazing eyes exuded a sharp murderous aura, and anyone who was watched could not help but feel a sense of fear, as if he was being targeted by a dragon.

Alan smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Okay, then I'll leave it to you, I've been fighting for hours on end." Now it's time to get back to the Mage Tower and get some rest. ”

"Rest assured. As long as I'm here. These guys don't want to get any closer to the walls. Vaughn put down his mask and roared at the enemy with no end in sight, "Come on! Are you going to watch like a coward? ”

"Oh...... OMG...... This guy is simply a lunatic! He turned out to be provoking tens of thousands of enemies! A human mercenary said in a trembling voice. Although he had heard of the heroes of countless adventure stories, it was the first time he had seen such a brave and fearless one.

"That's because he has the strength. Keep your eyes open and take a good look at how a true warrior fights. The corners of Alan's mouth turned up slightly, and his face was full of confidence.

Since he was a child, he had seen Vaughn fight with his bare hands with nearly a hundred barbarian warriors in the barracks, and as a result, all the barbarian warriors were knocked to the ground, but the orc warrior still stood firmly on the ground, as if his body had been injured at all after hundreds of punches.

His early adventures in the Sierra des Naese gave Vaughn an extraordinary ability and body. He is better suited for protracted combat than any legendary warrior, and if the intensity of the fight is not carried out, it can last for days and nights until the enemy is exhausted.

Soon, the trolls with the lowest IQ and the worst patience couldn't help but take the lead in attacking, followed by the gnolls, and the orcs were not to be outdone, and they all rushed up in hula......

Vaughn cracked and laughed very happily, as if it was not the enemy who rushed over. It's a delicious portion of food and spirits. He stretched out very calmly, and then his eyes began to turn red rapidly. Raising his hot two-handed sword, he met it, and cut off the first few unlucky ones with just one face.

The Giant Slayer is longer, wider, and heavier than a regular two-handed greatsword, and it is theoretically better to make it into a two-handed axe than to make it into a sword, but as the saying goes, the right one is the best.

For Vaughn, this weapon is a perfect match for his strength and combat skills, especially when he performs martial arts such as sweeping and power splitting, it is completely more effective with half the effort, and even the head of a dragon can be cut off.

The terrifying two-handed giant sword was like a scythe of death in his hand, shattering corpses everywhere he passed, and forcibly opening a bloody path from tens of thousands of troops.

"It's horrible! Is this the power of a legendary warrior?! ”

Fugner was trembling all over his body as he stood on the city wall, and at the same time his eyes were staring directly at the one-eyed Lunt standing on the back of the swamp lizard in the distance, and he couldn't imagine that if this legend of the Supreme Wasteland had personally taken action from the beginning, wouldn't he have died a long time ago?

For the first time, he had a clear understanding of the high-end power of the Faren Continent, and understood that sometimes quantity had no advantage in the face of absolute quality, and at the same time he was determined to let his unborn son receive the best education, and he must cultivate him into a real powerhouse.

Vaughn was like a heavy tank, constantly moving forward, forward, and forward in the vast sea of people, stumps and severed arms flying all over the sky, and bloody internal organs and brains spilled all over the earth. He couldn't remember how many people he had killed, but he was just enjoying the battle, repeatedly modifying his sword-swinging movements and perfecting his unique martial arts......

Such a pure, unblemished warrior finally attracted the attention of the gods, and a light that symbolized neutrality shone on the orc warrior's body, and everyone saw the figure emerging in the sky.

It was a man in blood-stained full-body armor and a steel helmet, with a terrifying gaze under his mask. Armed with a black greatsword full of gaps, and crisscrossed with scars on his thighs and arms, anyone with a modicum of common sense will recognize him as the master of war in the world of Torrell, the patron saint of all warriors, and the great god of war Tampas.

No one dared to anger the majesty of Tampas, all battlefields belonged to the realm of the Lord of War, even if the orcs had their own war god Inavo and bowed their heads in fear, after all, the two are simply very different in terms of divine power level and influence.

Tampas is a powerful divine power, and his influence affects the entire main plane, and even the multiverse, while Enavor is just a weak divine power, a member of the orc god line, even the main god Geush may not be willing to recruit the king of war, let alone him.

Therefore, there was a strange scene on the battlefield, more and more people knelt down to welcome the arrival of the great god of war out of fear, and only two people remained unmoved, that is, One-Eyed Lunt and Vaughn...... (To be continued......)