While Leo was bewildered by the sudden sound of the Arena of the Gods, the magic that Mage Merlin had prepared had finished chanting. At a height of tens of thousands of meters above the battlefield, a huge meteorite was being pulled by some mysterious force, detached from its original orbit, and roared according to the trajectory predetermined by Master Merlin.

A bright orange in the sky didn't attract the attention of the warring parties at first, and most of the people's attention was drawn to a fierce battle in front of them, except for Mage Merlin, who kept looking up. But the bright orange color quickly expanded from the size of a grain of rice to the size of a fist, and then in the blink of an eye, it became the size of a basin, and a thick tail flame of evaporation mixed with impurities from burning matter hung across the sky.

During the descent, the meteorite had strong friction with the atmosphere, and in addition to burning the surface of the meteorite red, there was also a rumbling thunder in the sky. The thunder on a clear day made both humans and orcs look up. At this glance, he was almost not shocked to death, and a huge and friendless meteorite was falling towards the battlefield with unparalleled might.

Prince Grantham, who was on the command platform of the fortress, was shocked, and his heart kept praying to the god of war he believed in, that this meteorite must not fall on the head of the Dawning Fortress, otherwise all hope for mankind would be lost. And the Beast Emperor, who personally went to the eastern front of the fortress to direct the battle, stared closely at the meteorite in the sky from its seat, and constantly estimated the landing point of this meteorite in his heart. Whether it was a human or an orc, whether it was the eastern front or the western front, the two sides stopped fighting almost at the same time, waiting for the meteorite to fall.

However, only on the frontal battlefield of the northern front where the Spartan legion was located, these Spartans had already put life and death aside, regardless of any meteorite or danger, they only had the enemy in front of them, and they only had one thought in their hearts, which was to kill all the orcs and avenge their king Leonidas.

Being so pressed and beaten by the Spartans, those orc vassal race warriors who fought against them also had to go all out and concentrate on fighting, under the threat of meteorites, this battlefield was not affected at all, and life was dissipating every moment and every minute.

As the oldest and most knowledgeable old fox shaman among the orcs, High Priest Naelo was the first to calculate the meteorite's location, but this answer made it close its eyes in pain, preferring to miscalculate.

"Run, everyone, get out of the camp!" cried out the old priest with all his strength, trying to alert the terrified shamans around him.

But it was all in vain, the meteorite does not seem to be falling fast, but in reality it is far beyond what one might think. Before the voice of the High Priest of Nairo could be heard, a huge shadow hung over the orc camp along with the burning and peeling rubble.

The Orc Emperor got up from his seat, and kept glad in his heart that he was extremely wise to come to the battlefield on the Eastern Front today, if he was still in the camp, I am afraid that he would not be able to escape the threat of this meteorite. The shamans in the camp were all earthy, and the young ones who were quick to see the opportunity screamed and even ignored their totem poles, and ran out quickly on all fours, but more shamans watched in despair as the huge meteorites in the sky slowly grew larger in front of their eyes, until they filled their entire eye sockets and could no longer be seen.

The moment the meteorite fell, there seemed to be silence between heaven and earth, and the earth seemed to jump up suddenly, bouncing everything on the ground, even the Dawn Fortress made of bluestone in the distance trembled a few times, and many arrow towers and lookouts were tilted dangerously. Almost all the creatures in the wasteland were shaken to their feet and fell to the ground on their backs.

Then, a roar erupted from the place where the meteorite fell, and Leo looked from the fortress command platform into the distance, a magnificent mushroom cloud was rising upward, and a strong shock wave was rapidly spreading and spreading in all directions.

"Danger, get down!" Leo threw the stunned Prince Grantham to the ground, and did not forget to shout a warning as he moved.

The strong sound wave swept in quickly, and even though he tried to open his mouth wide, Leo still felt that the roots of his ears were shaken and painful. After the sound wave, the waves of air swept the dirt, grass clippings, and sand on the wasteland, hitting all those who dared to stop in front of them, and several arrow towers and watchtowers that were tilted in the shaking collapsed.

The strong air stream crackled and blew for a long time before it stopped, and when Leo helped Prince Grantham to his feet and looked out, the otherwise fiercely fought northern heath was devastated. Except for the collapse of some towering buildings, the main building of the Dawning Fortress, which is made of huge stones, has not suffered any damage, and due to the protection of the city wall, the Golden Legion and the Tang Legion as defenders have not been affected.

But outside the fortress was a different story: countless soldiers were lying on the ground moaning and rolling feebly, and the sound had taken a toll on their eardrums, and many were deaf from it. The worst thing is the orc races with sharp ears and eyes, except for a few masters who are quick to see the opportunity or have a higher level, almost all the orcs were shocked by the loud noise, and they lay on the ground dizzy and couldn't get up.

On the frontal battlefield on the northern front, the Spartan warriors used their round shields to form small circles at the last moment, as if a swarm of metal beetles had appeared in the wasteland. The Spartan Circle was strong enough to minimize the effects of the sound waves and air waves, and when the shock wave passed, the Spartan warriors did not suffer much damage except for a slight disappearance.

But their enemies were not so lucky at all, because they were facing away from the meteorite landing point, and they were in the middle of the battle at that time, when the meteorite fell, they did not react in time, coupled with the tradition of focusing on attack and ignoring defense, so that those orcs were quite seriously damaged in the shock wave. In addition to the deafness caused by the sound wave, the strong impact of the qi wave caused the weak rat people and cat people to suffer heavy blows, and the orcs with broken tendons and broken internal organs abounded, which can be said to be full of grief.

As the landing point of the meteorite, the orc camp is completely gone, those towering totem poles, and the continuous camp tents have all turned into a huge pit, wisps of green smoke brought by the high temperature burning from time to time, and the thick smell of burnt paste spreads with the wind, as if a scene of the end of the world.