The sword light and sword shadows, the blood light filled the sky, and the sound of fighting and weapons colliding almost shattered the sky.

If you attack my heart, I will attack you.

If you cut off my arms, I will cut your throat with my teeth.

Killing, endless killing, the Orcs and the Black Armor are completely insane, the flames of war have consumed their timidity, giving them endless power.

The cool breeze blew, and the bones outside the Yongcheng gate were like mountains.

Long Ziyue stood on the city gate, watching the fierce battle below, and her heart was full of shock. In her previous life, as an agent, she was more likely to kill with thunder, even if it was a battle, it was just a battle of thousands of people, this kind of fierce confrontation of hundreds of thousands of troops, this kind of tragic scene of fighting for her life, she had never seen it.

This battle was fought in the dark, bloody and bloody.

A low sound suddenly came from above, and Long Ziyue looked up and saw two figures retreating in embarrassment.

Ziyan Mingchen's face was pale, the black armor suit on his body was torn apart, his body was quite embarrassed, and Tuoba Qingye on the opposite side was also bleak, his clothes were tattered, several scars were printed on his body, and his bewitching red hair was messily draped on his chest.

Glancing at each other, the two turned around and returned to their respective armies with a tacit understanding. Seeing that the leader and the chief general had returned, the two sides stopped and left.

Seeing this, Long Ziyue raised her eyebrows in surprise, this kind of combat method, this is the first time she has seen it, and she wants to see what kind of agreement Ziyan Mingchen and Tuoba Qingye have reached.

After a hard battle, the orc clan temporarily retreated, and Yongcheng also suffered heavy losses. The Black Armor Army suffered more than 10,000 deaths, while the Yongcheng garrison was almost completely killed and wounded.

The army of 330,000 people is less than 300,000 in the blink of an eye.

This is war, bloody, tragic.

It was late at night, but the main tent of the barracks was brightly lit. The city lord of Yongcheng and the generals of the Black Armor Army gathered together, listening to the battle recorder's report on the casualties, their faces were extremely gloomy.

"General, in just this battle, our Yongcheng City has suffered heavy losses, the army of 330,000 people is less than 300,000 in the blink of an eye, but the half-orc clan still has an army of nearly 500,000, the gap of 200,000, how can our army resist?"

The half-orc soldiers are coming to the city, how to defend the city?

Hearing this, Ziyan Mingchen's cold eyebrows and eyes were a little gloomy, "Tuoba Qingye broke through to the mid-level Spirit Sect, beyond my expectations, although his strength is not as good as mine, but with the strength of the half-orc physique, he can have a tie with me."

"This ...... In this way, the army of the orc race will not have any worries, how can this be good? ”

"The half-orc clan itself has a strong physique, and my wind spirit soldiers have already suffered a loss when they fight with them, and now there is a difference of more than 200,000 in terms of strength, so in this way, doesn't my Yongcheng have no chance of winning at all?"

"Why don't you explain the situation to the Holy Lord, and let the Holy Lord send more Black Armor Army?"

"Far water can't quench the thirst of the near, even if the Holy Lord sends troops to come, it will be a matter of a month, and Yongcheng has long been reduced to the territory of the orcs?"

"Do I have to give up my Yongcheng like this?"

“……”

Looking at the anxiety and panic on the faces of the generals, Ziyan Mingchen's eyes froze, and there was a touch of fierceness between his eyebrows, but his voice was surprisingly calm, "Before the orc clan invaded Yongcheng, the generals succumbed to the battle?" ”

Not in a hurry, not angry, lightly faint, but let the noisy camp tent be silent in an instant.

Flicking his sleeves and standing up, Ziyan Mingchen's eyes swept over the generals with a stupid face, and left the camp with a cold snort.