The ninth wall of the Blackstone Fort fortress group was crowded with human soldiers watching the battle, and the city wall that was a little more than three miles long and more than two meters wide was just a little bit of a place to put down, and now it was hard to squeeze out more than 100,000 human soldiers, and it was estimated that it would be difficult to even turn around under the crowd. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

They talked about all the things they had heard, how powerful and fearless the Slavic berserkers were, how fierce and brutal they were to their enemies, and the saliva sprayed on the faces of the surrounding crowd, and they still enjoyed it.

After all, in the previous time, they were pressed and beaten by the orcs, and they could only cower behind the city wall, and their hearts were already full of resentment, although now they have signed a mutual defense agreement, and the two countries can be called allies in a sense, but it does not prevent these melon-eating people from being willing to see the orcs being taught a hard lesson.

"Look at the warriors from the orc side. The melon-eating crowd clamoured, and they craned their necks and tried to look over there, wondering which hapless orc troops would be ravaged by the Slavic berserkers.

It was miles away, but the sound of uniform footsteps still reached the ninth wall, and then they saw a large field of steel cans from the opposite side, lined up in a neat line, and even the pace of their footsteps was exactly the same as that of the temporary gladiatorial arena.

The midday sun shone on the bodies of the steel cans, reflecting a large area of dazzling sunlight, which made it difficult for the eyes of the humans staring there to open for a while.

Although they knew that it was infantry, for a while, the many people who ate melons couldn't see the specific types of troops, only the flags in the hands of the thirteen strong ogres at the head of the row, and the fierce armored dragon banner were so conspicuous.

"They sent out the Steelcollar's militia brigade in the first battle. Hundreds of Northern Legion soldiers who had experienced orc sieges from beginning to end screamed, and then with these screams, the hundreds of thousands of human soldiers above the castle tower actually became agitated.

To say that this more than a month of great war, the most profound image to the defenders is these so-called militia brigades, but the elite Northern Army was beaten to the point of embarrassment.

Not to mention their small air force led by the armored fat dragon, the fire support units that completely suppressed the city, and the infantry besieging the city, all of which were the nightmare of the soldiers who were lucky enough to survive the battle with them.

The sophisticated armor that is better than the standard equipment of the Northern Legion actually has one for each of the lowest-level soldiers, and the sophisticated weapons that only the officers of the Northern Legion are issued are only comparable to the weapons in the hands of their small soldiers.

In addition, their fearless combat style, coupled with the kind of effective three-dimensional offensive method, has long made the defenders regard them as the most difficult opponents, but fortunately, at least today's battle is only ground troops, and the armored fat dragon can't shoot, otherwise there is no suspense about the victory or defeat of this battle at all.

Suddenly, a large cloud blocked the sun in the sky, allowing the human side to see clearly the configuration of the 1,000-strong Iron Leader militia.

Thirteen four-meter-tall ogres hit the head, the exaggerated thickness of the large armor on their bodies could make the opponent desperate, and behind them were all powerful orcs with big shoulders and round waists, and Niu Dali's entire guard battalion plus the powerful orcs in the militia brigade were almost all here.

However, these muscle bumps armed with countless steels had a great impact on the side of the Roland Empire, and the face of the Minister of Military Intelligence with a smug face instantly darkened.

The Slavs were originally considered to be the tallest people in the human race, and the height of these thousand people was more than two meters and two, and the previous military appearance could be said to be majestic and majestic.

But for fear of comparing goods, the thousand powerful orcs here are more than a head taller than the Slavs, and their stout bodies must be at least two laps.

Under the excellent food supply of the Iron Collar and the hard daily training, the size of these powerful orcs is plump like a balloon, and it is not fat, it is full of hard muscle bumps.

"Inform the mage group accompanying the army, and let them bless me with all the best blessing magic, so that these ignorant orcs know that the magic power of the human world is powerful. Brigg gritted his teeth.

With his order, the army mage corps of more than five hundred people began to bless and bless the magic for this thousand Slavs, and indeed more than five hundred mages, this number is simply unimaginable for these orcs.

More than a dozen kinds of buff magic, such as body protection stone skin, strength gain, and wind agility, appeared one by one, and various types of magic that could have blessing abilities, such as water, wind, fire, and light, all appeared, and every two Slavic berserkers could get a mage's spell, and the magic that shone for a while really blinded the eyes of the orcs.

Then about a hundred official priests of the God of War Temple began to bless the militia and bless the war song, and none of those priest apprentices appeared, after all, their ability to bless was very limited, and the good-looking orcs didn't pull them out at all.

Soon the two sides were blessed with magic and war songs, and the final preparations for the duel were completed, and then the battle began in the next second.

"Tatania. The middle-aged berserker of the Slavs, led by them, shouted this name full of honor for them, announcing that the most brutal hand-to-hand combat was about to begin.

Tatania was originally an unknown town in the Duchy of Alaton hundreds of years ago on the continent of Fira, when 523 Slavic mercenaries were stationed here, facing a rebel army of 200,000 people, and defended the town for three days at the cost of all their deaths.

Since then, the reputation of the most loyal mercenaries of the Slavic berserkers has begun to rise on the mainland, and it has also become the slogan that every Slavic mercenary must shout before the most brutal battle.

All the leather robes were thrown up high, and the upper bodies of the thousand Slavic berserkers were all bare, with only a pair of leather shorts.

Then they cut a deep wound in their chest with the sharp blade of their axe, and with the help of this inhuman pain, they entered a state of madness.

Within half an hour, these Slavic berserkers who had gone berserk in a frenzy had no pain, no fear, no regard for the strength of their opponents, and as long as their heads were not cut off, they would not stop fighting.

Against the powerful orcs who were taller and stronger than them, they charged up without flinching.

Even if this was his opponent, Niu Dali had to express his heartfelt appreciation for these strong and fearless Slavic warriors, and then he blurted out the three words of invincibility without hesitation compared to his middle finger: "******** the same voice roared out in the mouths of a thousand powerful beast militiamen, and then they also entered a state of madness, and this duel has entered the bloodiest time since it just began."