"Battle song! It's the war song of the shaman!" Just as the ape warriors fell into a frenzy, the exclamations of the battle generals rang out from the command platform of the fortress.

Seeing those ape warriors swelling up like balloons one by one, with infinite power between their gestures, slapping the Spartan warriors in front of them like slapping goshawks, Leo's eyes suddenly widened, and his teeth couldn't help but clench. This is the war song of the orc shaman? This is too powerful, isn't it? Even if he replenishes the Spartan heavy army to 30,000 men, I am afraid that this will not be enough to stop these ape warriors from having a meal.

"Huh?" Prince Grantham snorted as he looked at the ape warriors outside the fortress who had fallen into a frenzy. With the rich experience of the prince and the orcs for many years, it is natural to see that the shaman priest is singing the battle song of madness, but the battle has just begun, and it seems a little unusual for these orcs to be so eager to use such a defeat war song. If this continues, even if these ape warriors can break through the Spartan legions outside the fortress, they will pay a heavy price after the first battle, which is a bit more than worth the loss.

"What are these orcs paying attention to? Is it true that their condition has reached the point where they have to fight desperately?" Prince Grantham didn't know about the dispute between the snake and ape races in the orc empire, and naturally he couldn't imagine that the snake priest deliberately used the mad war song to consume the strength of the ape race.

In any case, now the Spartan army is indeed in danger, and the ape warriors who originally crushed those Spartans in terms of strength are even more powerful after they go berserk, and they can knock the Spartan warriors in front of them out with a single stick, while the Spartan warriors who can still maneuver around with their superior combat skills have no power to resist at all.

Leo punched the walls of the fortress in hatred, and the Spartan army, which he had spent a lot of gods to replenish, saw that it was in danger, how could this not make him anxious.

"Joan of Arc, inspire the warriors!Immorton, whatever you do, do your best to weaken and hold back the enemy!" Leo shouted to the heroes standing behind the Spartan Legion, signaling that it was time for them to play.

After receiving Leo's order, Joan of Arc held her iconic battle flag high in her hand, slammed the flagpole to the ground, and cried out: "O great Lord, your faithful pray that you will send down boundless gifts to save the lost lamb and save the people who are struggling in this world!"

With the prayer of Joan of Arc, the battle flag with white flowers on a red background instantly bloomed with golden light, and when these lights fell on the Spartan warriors, they instantly submerged into their bodies, and the injuries on the bodies of those Spartan warriors immediately healed quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye. At the same time, an indescribable force poured out of their bodies, making them feel like they had never been in such good shape, and they were eager to yell out to vent.

Leonidas, who was standing at the forefront of the battle array, threw aside the broken round shield of his left hand, thrust the broken half of the spear in his right hand into the ground, and then pulled out his short sword with his backhand, raised his head and shouted: "God bless Sparta!"

"God bless Sparta!" shouted a frenzied cry from the mouths of the Spartan hoplites behind him, and these Spartan warriors who had regained their vitality and fighting spirit under the blessing of Joan of Arc had only one thought in their hearts: to kill all the enemies in front of them!

"This is the magic of war!" Prince Grantham exclaimed, completely devoid of his previous calmness, he glanced at Leo in disbelief, how could he not have imagined that this nephew still had a sorcerer, and the sorcerer that could envelop such a large battlefield, I am afraid that the level of this sorcerer is probably no less than that of the cardinal archbishop of the Sect of Light.

This is why Prince Grantham didn't see Joan of Arc, otherwise he would have exclaimed evil, and a high-level magician who was less than twenty years old would definitely shatter all the cognition of His Royal Highness.

The Spartan warriors in the divine blessing no longer maintained a defensive formation, and under the leadership of Leonidas and Achilles, they took the initiative to attack the orcs who had fallen into a frenzy. When the mad Ape Warrior is unable to crush the Spartan warrior in strength, the weakness of delirium and decreased reflexes brought about by the madness is exposed. Once skilled Spartan warriors can keep up with the orcs in speed and strength, their instinctive fighting skills become an orc nightmare.

Although the powerful hemlock club has an extremely wide attack range, the process of making and receiving moves is surprisingly slow in the eyes of Spartan warriors. They had plenty of time to evade the Storm Ape Samurai before they calmly launched a counterattack. And those violent ape warriors have greatly increased their strength after becoming mad, but they can only hit the empty space and consume their energy in vain.

If Joan of Arc's divine blessings laid the foundation for the Spartan Legion's victory, Immorton's subsequent curse with the Bible of Death was the last straw that overwhelmed the apes.

"%¥...#" With a low and trembling incantation, Immorton's eyes widened, and he pointed his hands in the direction of the orcs in the distance, and from his wide robes suddenly burst out of the sound of ghosts crying wolves, and vaguely could see black shadows quickly moving through the battlefield, accurately possessing each of the Storm Ape warriors.

I saw that the originally swollen and sturdy bodies of those violent ape warriors suddenly shrank a lot, and many violent ape warriors even got rid of the madness directly, and one by one they became weak and weak, and they could only fight back on the battlefield and became the combat exploits of the Spartan warriors.

"How is this possible! How can those humans break the effect of my war song?" the snake priest was still pinched in Van Crush's hands, and when it saw that its war song was invalidating so quickly, it had a look of disbelief on its face, ignoring the large hand in its throat, and screamed frantically.

"You bastard still has the face to say, if it weren't for you, my people wouldn't have been killed by those humans so easily!" Van Skull pulled it in front of him, roaring almost face to face.

The serpent priest was slightly distracted by Van Crush's roar, and let the droplets and saliva from the bloody mouth continue to fall on his body, and it only moaned weakly in its mouth, "Impossible! My war song can't be invalid so soon!"