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Orc Wilderness Battle: The Undead of the Nine Sacred Realms Strike!

Five minutes later, after being baptized by various spells that fell from the sky, the makeshift orc camp that looked unusually shabby became dilapidated. At first glance, there are green-skinned orcs who have been injured or even killed, or orcs of other races.

I have to say that the air-to-ground advantage in this magical world is similar to that on Earth, and in the face of more than a thousand air knights and more than a hundred air horse mages, even if the current orc alliance army still has more than 100,000 troops, it is helpless. Aside from staring dryly on the ground, the Orc Alliance, which only has a few dozen flying magical beasts, has no way to deal with spells that fall from the sky!

Bow and arrow? I'm sorry, except for a few races among the orcs who are good at bows and arrows, the other races are not allowed to use spears or slings, and the tribe that gathers on the battlefield has only a centaur tribe of more than 200 archers, which cannot pose an effective threat to the human knights in the sky.

Fighting spirit? Unless it is a gold rank or a master with a special secret method, the effective power of the Dou Qi Slash of the general Bronze rank and silver rank will not exceed a distance of five hundred meters!

Magic? It's a little more reliable, but the problem is that the number of Warcraft knights and legal professionals in the Orc Alliance is less than two thousand, and less than one thousand of them have natural spells that can reach each other, and they are still scattered

As a result, the orcs, who had no effective means of response, paid more than five figures in casualties in the air raid, and also allowed the remnants of the Ice Nightmare Legion, which had been surrounded and cornered, to obtain valuable reinforcements, no matter how you look at it, the situation is not good.

The orc contractors who were beaten all over didn't know that there were four Sacred Domain powerhouses and one legendary powerhouse in this human sky knight team coming to the aid from the Scarlet Canyon, if it weren't for the fact that there were not enough masters in the orc camp, maybe these top masters of reinforcements would directly fight with the orc camp below!

The orc side, who didn't know that they were already in trouble, was still cleaning up the mess, and the leaders of the orc contractors who had been provoked were organizing the orcs to bomb the camp, and at the same time thinking about the idea of speeding up the capture of the human camp.

Compared to the mournful orcs who agreed, the human camp on the other side was full of jubilation.

After seeing the reinforcements in the air arrive, the members of the Ice Nightmare Legion, who originally thought that they were dead this time, swept away the pessimistic and death-fighting atmosphere just now, and looked at the griffins and all kinds of flying monsters slowly descending from the sky, and the soldiers of the Ice Nightmare Legion and the contractors cheered loudly.

However, compared to the excitement of the minions, Marquis Sanglad Tron, the commander of the remnants of the Ice Legion, and Lutel Belen, the powerhouse of the Sanctuary who was still sitting in front with injuries, were not so happy. Because as soon as the reinforcements from the Scarlet Canyon landed on the ground, the legendary powerhouse who led the reinforcements directly called the two for a conversation.

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In a fairly tidy room in the dilapidated camp, several nobles of either noble status such as the Marquis, or even legendary powerhouses of the Sanctuary gathered in the room to look at each other.

The faces of several Saint Domain powerhouses in charge of this support operation in the Scarlet Canyon were relaxed, looking at the Marquis of Sangla Tron, who was already dripping with cold sweat on his forehead, and the somewhat pale Saint Domain powerhouse, Lutre Belen, with eyes full of pity.

Because sitting in front of the two of them was a magician in a dark black robe! A legendary dark mage, the famous "Dark Apostle" in the Scarlet Canyon - Jason Terry!

In front of this strong man whose hands were stained with the blood of unknown humans and orcs, not many people dared to say that they could be relaxed, especially Luther Belen and Sangla Tron, who had just suffered a lot of frustration and suffered a lot of losses from the orcs.

"Because you didn't take precautions, you were attacked by the orcs at night, and you have survived until now because you are holding on for help?"

After listening to Luther Belen and Sanra Tron talk about their experiences, Jason Terry, the dark legendary mage, spoke slowly.

Jason Terry's words were flat, but the voice of this dark legendary mage, who listened to the voice of a man in his forties and fifties at most, was not loud, but it gave everyone present an uncomfortable feeling as if someone had suddenly grabbed their throats and then their eyes went black.

"Yes! Lord Terry!" *2

The two unlucky ones quickly replied after listening to the question of the dark legendary mage, who was said to have a bad temper.

Even Luther Belen, the powerhouse of the Sanctuary, is extremely well-behaved, and he doesn't dare to take a big head in front of Jason Terry, the ruthless dark legendary mage - learning to be respectful to the strong is a necessary skill in this world, including the Sanctuary powerhouse and the legendary powerhouse, and it will definitely not be an exception!

"Belen, as a powerhouse of the Holy Domain, you're actually going to get hurt? Could it be that among those patchwork orcs here, there are still first-level powerhouses in the Holy Domain?"

Listening to the answers of the two unlucky guys, Jason Terry, who looked like a hooked nose, flaxen gray hair, and a pair of indifferent and ruthless eyes, looked at Luther Belen, who was a little pale, and asked with great interest.

Compared with the military strategy, Jason Terry is more interested in the strong, especially after just discovering that there are no sanctuaries and legendary powerhouses among the orcs this time, and even the regular army of the orc empire is not it, Jason Terry who rushed here because he thought it was something interesting was very disappointed. But now looking at the situation of Luther Belen, Jason Terry seems to be interested again.

"Lord Terry, you're not a Sanctuary powerhouse! Rather, it's a strange green-skinned orc! Only the Golden Rank !!"

Looking at Jason Terry's eyes as deep as a black hole, Luther Belen, who was originally struggling, suddenly became a clever man, and quickly told the embarrassing things he had tried to hide.

It's not a very glorious thing for a dignified Sanctuary powerhouse to lose to a green-skinned orc, especially when this green-skinned orc is still at the golden rank instead of the Sanctuary rank, he is embarrassed and thrown home!

After all, the pig green-skinned orcs belong to the lowest position in the orc empire, and they belong to an out-and-out cannon fodder race, and the strong battle races such as the orcs, royal clans, lion clans, and tiger clans that claim to be able to leapfrog the challenge are not at all a grade of existence!

But to Lutel Belen's surprise, in addition to the stunned face of Marquis Sangla Teron, the legendary powerhouse Jason Terry and the other four Sanctuary powerhouses present did not seem to be the slightest surprise, and Jason Terry showed an inexplicable smile on the corner of his mouth after asking about the green-skinned orc who injured Lutel Belen.

But at this time, a loud noise suddenly sounded in the military camp outside, and it seemed that the orcs had attacked again!

"Dies, Blair, let the two of you do it!"

After watching this situation, Jason Terry, who couldn't go on the meeting, ordered very dryly.

"Yes! Lord Terry!" *2

Listening to Jason Terry's order, the one of the four Sacred Domain powerhouses wearing impermeable black armor and the Sacred Domain powerhouse wrapped in black robes should be respectfully bent over.

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Three minutes later, directly in front of the camp, the green-skinned orc, who was howling wildly under the extensive bloodthirsty spell, saw a figure in black robes suddenly appear on the broken camp walls.

For the green-skinned orcs who were now full of murderous intent and fanaticism in their minds, it didn't make sense whether a single figure appeared on the walls of the camp or a large number of defenders. Now they completely ignore life and death, even under the bombardment of enchanted arrows and spells, they can continue to charge without changing their faces, and it is nothing that a single figure appears on the city wall.

But soon, the green-skinned orcs with this thought, the humans and orcs watching the battle all received an education on how dangerous the top powerhouses are!

"Corpse Explosion !!"

Accompanied by a slightly hoarse human lingua franca voice, the corpses under the feet of the green-skinned orcs who didn't understand what that voice meant, one after another, a corpse with missing arms and legs, or even only half of it, suddenly turned black and swelled, and then the corpse that swelled to the extreme in a few short seconds directly made a loud noise.

"Boom !!"

"Boom !!"

With a slightly dull explosion, a corpse that had swelled into a black ball exploded like a bomb, and countless pieces of black juice, rotten flesh, and bone fragments swept through the green-skinned orcs ten meters around the corpse like shrapnel from a cannonball. And as soon as the ordinary green-skinned orcs get their hands on these things, they will howl and roll on the ground like unlucky eggs splashed with sulfuric acid, and then in a few seconds they will run out of gas and turn black with it, then swell and explode!

Those green-skinned orcs who had reached the bronze rank were able to use their fighting spirit to block the exploding splashes of corpses that they had already understood were not good things. But when these Crite-Rank Green-skinned Orcs, many of whom were contractors, blocked those splashes with their Fighting Qi, they were shocked to find that their Fighting Qi had only stopped those corpse explosion techniques. Then the sound of the ferocious fighting spirit being corroded alerted many of the fast-reacting green-skinned orcs, and they suddenly fled towards those open places.

Most of the copper-rank green-skinned orcs who were a little slower to react could not react before they saw that the fighting qi of the protective body on their bodies was directly broken by the corrosives, followed by a burst of screams and corpse explosions!

In less than a few minutes, the tens of thousands of green-skinned orcs attacking here were completely lost, and only a few green-skinned orcs survived, leaving the field with poisonous fog and corroded ground.

"This, this" Seeing this, Marquis Sangla Tren, who was watching the battle, almost popped out in his eyes, gasping and not knowing what to say. On the other hand, except for Jason Terry, a legendary mage, and those two Sanctuary powerhouses who are also contractors, even a Sanctuary powerhouse like Lutel Belen couldn't help but gasp!

"Report! The orcs on the other side have all been routed!"

While the Marquis of Sanla Tren and Luther Belen were a little stunned when they looked at the one-sided slaughter, a magician with a strange face passed on the news of the battlefield that was also unbelievable.

"What ?!!!" (To be continued......)