"Orcs will eventually rule the continent, and lowly humans have no choice but to surrender and become slaves!" Van Skull held Leonidas's head in his hand and roared loudly at the Spartan warriors around him who were still fighting the orcs of their vassal race.

Hearing Van Crush's roar, the Spartan soldiers noticed that their king was being held in the hands of the ape-man like a marionette, and the sharp claws of the huge ape-man's palms had pierced deep into Leonidas's flesh, and wisps of blood continued to drip downward.

"Leonidas!" the Spartans chanted their king's name in unison, and it was hard to believe that a king who had always been a great warrior could be defeated so easily.

"After my death, Asnod will continue to lead the Spartans in battle! Remember, the Spartans will never give in!" Leonidas exhorted his soldiers under Van Skull's control.

"Damn human!" Leonidas's unyielding resistance made Van Skull lose the last of his patience, and his right hand slammed into such a thud that a thud was heard, and Leonidas's head was pinched alive like a ripe tomato, and even the helmet on his head was twisted and twisted by Van Skull's strange force.

"No!" almost all the Spartan warriors had seen their king get headshot by the ape orc, and a roar of rage rang out incessantly.

At this moment, the anger of the Spartans was completely aroused by the brutality of Van Skull. You know, Leonidas was the king of the Spartans, and during his reign, he was just and brave, loved and trusted by his people, and all the soldiers were willing to give their loyalty and lives to this great king, and were willing to fight for him. But now, the death of such a respected king at the hands of an orc was unacceptable to all the Spartan warriors.

"Blood can only be repaid with blood!Spartans, hold on to your weapons and fight!" commanded the Spartan centurion Asnod, the Spartan centurion designated successor to Leonidas' deathbed, raising his spear in his hand.

"Fight!" roared tens of thousands of Spartan soldiers, as if to vent the anger of the king's death, a sound that could be heard even by those fighting fiercely on both sides of the fortress.

Van Skull looked gloomily at the fanatical Spartan warriors in front of him, not quite understanding what was going on with these humans. Based on the experience of previous wars with humans, it is easy to break their will to fight by simply killing their military commanders, but this army in front of them is not like that. Killing their commander in public has only sent them into a battle rage, which is clearly inconsistent with Van Skull's knowledge of human soldiers.

Looking back at the disempowered fellow clans who were constantly dragged away by the pro-guards, Van Crushed took a deep breath and loudly ordered the orc warriors of the vassal races around him: "For the will of the beast god, for the glory of the orc empire, for the continuation of the clan, fight!"

Inspired by the ape patriarch who had just pinched the enemy's officer, the warriors of all the vassal races shouted in unison, clenched their weapons, and continued to kill the humans. At the same time, the angry Spartan warriors also rushed forward with high morale, and the two sides were caught in a fierce battle.

Leonidas' death was really beyond Leo's expectations, and with Leonidas's superb combat skills, Leo never imagined such a situation. Fortunately, the Spartans were born to fight, and the death of Leonidas not only did not demoralize them, but only stimulated their will to fight. But it's a pity for the king of Sparta, Leo felt very sorry for the death of Leonidas, but now he can't do anything but be in a hurry from the podium.

On the battlefield, the Spartan warriors and the orc vassal races have fought a real fire, the Spartans are determined to avenge their king, and the orc vassal race knows that defeat will face the king's heavy responsibility. Seeing that early winter is coming, if they can't break through the defense line of the human race, not to mention themselves, even the entire orc empire will perish, under such a common understanding, not even the most timid rat clan will escape.

"Are you still going to see when the excitement will be, and you won't do it until the orc empire is gone?" said the high priest of Naelo to the shamans beside him, holding on to its broken totem pole with one hand.

Those shamans who were stunned by the tragic battle situation in front of them suddenly returned to their totem poles, or chanted or sang loudly, and released their war songs in one go.

The level of these shamans is not high, and most of the war songs released are some recovery and state blessing war songs, which can not play a big role in this kind of life-and-death battlefield, but only one fox shaman understands the war song is the blitzkrieg war song, and with each chant, a lightning bolt will burst out from the towering totem pole, shooting towards the battlefield in the distance.

The Spartan hoplites were all dressed in one-piece armor, and the spears, short swords, and round shields in their hands were also metal objects, and under the conduction of these metal objects, the lightning almost played an unimaginable role, and each lightning bolt was constantly jumping on the Spartan warriors' bodies, and all those who were struck by lightning were foaming at the mouth and falling to the ground with black limbs.

Seeing the continuous appearance of the orc's war songs, Mage Merlin nodded to Immorton: "It's time for us to strike!"

With that, Mage Merlin put up the short wooden staff in his hand and chanted his spell in a low voice. At the level of Mage Merlin, most of the low-level magic can basically be silent, and only those spells that are so powerful will require him to chant the full spell.

Immorton whispered silently as a thin sand fell from his sleeves, and with his spell, the sand slowly spread across the ground into the distance, turning the entire wasteland of the orcs into a desert.

In addition to the light stature of the cat and rat people, who can move flexibly between the fine sand, the clumsy and heavy body of a pig like the pig is almost submerged in the fine sand, and he can't even take a step, let alone fight. And without the charge cover of the pig warriors on the front line, the cat and mouse warriors alone are simply giving the angry Spartans a head.