A few minutes ago!

The orcs had already rushed through several gaps in the troll-open formations, fighting with the human soldiers in tight formations.

After all, the defense line constructed of human body, armor, swords and spears is not as stable as the hard tortoiseshell car.

On the front, several local industries were forcibly entered.

Rao is at the forefront is already the infantry of the two major knights of the Golden Horse and the Golden Eagle, and from the sky, they can still easily see that the front has already become intertwined.

Although on several occasions, the front commander of the Order organized a two-handed broadsword, and the knights with full plate armor carried out a counter-charge from the infantry team, but in front of the orc elite who fought desperately for their homeland, at most it was a draw, and it did not help the overall situation.

Countless Bakaria soldiers were shocked in their hearts.

If you encounter such a tiger and wolf army in the wild at the beginning, I am afraid that your side will be swallowed to the point that there are no bones left.

Whether it is a half-sized orc, a goblin who has always shown cowardice, or a black orc as the main combat force, its will to fight is stronger than every Bakaria knight who is present and watching the battle can imagine.

"Kill!"

"Cut off their heads and hang them from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain!"

The shouts, the roars, the hum of metal crashing, the muffled sound of heavy weapons smashing flesh and bones, all the sounds were mixed together.

Even several assaults were defused at the last moment. In general, the orc troops were still left without an inch, but the human side paid an extremely tragic price, and at least sixty percent of the blood stained on the red plateau was on the human side.

As long as the human battle line is broken, the human race will be a lamb to the slaughter, easily falling under the butcher's knife of the orcs.

Originally, everything was played out according to the script of the orc's imagination. The war has reached this point, and there is no need to care about how many lives have been lost, whether the clan can be revitalized tomorrow, because as long as you take a step back, it will be an abyss, and one step further will be victory.

However, with the fire of Ggent and the appearance of Martin, everything has changed-

A clear and incomparably clear voice spread throughout the plateau battlefield.

It is impossible to hear this voice clearly on the chaotic battlefield, but it is not a sound that simply relies on the vocal cords of a person.

This is the voice of the soul that comes from the faintest divine power mixed with the [orc blood] god-given equipment. There is no need for translation, and the meaning inside goes straight to the heart.

"I'm Martin Lorraine—"

"The nemesis of the orcs!"

"The invincible monster of your nightmares. ”

If such a thing were to be said by another person, it would surely be ridiculed by thousands of orcs. They will use their own heroic laughter, with their hammers and axes, to teach this arrogant human a lesson.

Martin is different!

Almost at the moment when his words fell, his magnificent figure had already ignored the obstruction of his line of sight, ignored all other interferences, and directly broke into the spiritual world of every orc within a radius of one kilometer.

In the center of the picture, of course, is Martin in golden armor.

In front of Martin, however, were thousands of orcs who had died in the darkness of the night under the flames of Lorraineburg. Their souls could not rest in peace, bound to the inside of Martin's golden, but actually bright red leather armor.

They wailed, cried, and begged Martin for forgiveness in a humble manner, but Martin stared at it all with a cold and cruel face.

On either side of Martin, it was the increasingly towering Kyoto Temple.

Countless orcs were decapitated, descended from the sky, and landed at the top of the Kyoto Temple.

Jingguan, which symbolizes the disgrace and defeat of the orcs, is getting higher and higher in the spiritual vision of the orcs......

Some orcs shook their heads violently, trying to drive the horrible illusion out of their minds.

He succeeded, temporarily.

However, he couldn't help but set his eyes on the real Jingguan on both sides of the [Bloodletter] fortress. Then, as soon as he turned around, he immediately saw a large army cut off behind him. Countless orc compatriots screamed in despair in the flames of the chariot, rolling on the ground in flames.

This unimaginable horror instantly shattered their hearts that they thought they were firm.

Martin's terrifying voice continues.

"Orcs—in front of me, your name is the weak!"

"Tremble under my terrifying power!"

"Submit to the god of death from which you can't escape—"

In one breath, Martin used the [Orc Buster], which was already an advanced version of the [Orc Killer], and the [Orc Shock] that came with the [Orc Blood] leather armor.

It looks like the effect is simply outstanding!

Even after breaking through the human front, the black orcs who rushed to the front of the orcs slowed down.

They had completely lost the rage of the destruction of their homes and the pain of their wounds, and now all they had in their hearts was the fear of Martin's overwhelming sense of majesty.

"You big green ants. Who allowed you to lift your head up at me?"

The golden figure with a terrifying crimson in it, and before he knew it, his pupils had turned red. The pair of red eyes that seemed to burn up, looking down on the orcs who were still trying to make a last stand, looked down on the high slope.

At this moment, in a trance, Martin seemed to coincide with Gilgamesh.

"Ugly orcs don't see my qualifications. Ants have to be like ants, just lie on the ground and keep their heads down and die!"

Around Martin, dozens of golden swords, symbolizing death and terror, condensed in midair.

They shimmered with brilliant brilliance, and although each one was in the style of a cross sword, these golden swords, which seemed to be splendid works of art, were not simply ornamental.

At this moment, what came out of Martin's mouth was the Sumerian language of the earth that no one in this world could understand.

In fact, no one on earth, except historians, understands the ancient language of the Sumerian people, who originated in the lower reaches of the Euphrates and Tigris rivers in present-day southeastern Iraq.

The golden flying sword, with a piercing sound of breaking wind, whistled and struck the orc commanders who still had not lost the will to resist.

Centurion!

Commander!

The existence of these orcs is a symbol of bravery in itself, and it is the benchmark in the orc army.

At this moment, the flying sword that came in the air directly pierced the heads of eleven centurions and two thousands.

"Ahhhh

"The centurion is dead!"

"The Commander is dead, too!"

"It's over! we can't be the match for the demon in human skin!"

"Run—"

The last string of the morale of the orc army was finally cut off.

There was only one thought left in the minds of all orcs - invincible! Without thinking about it anymore, their instincts told them that the man in front of them was absolutely invincible.