Strange dark clouds shrouded the entire Stathu hills, and during the short and calm respite period of the battlefield, Wang Xiaotian watched as a terrifying black mist filled the opposite camp. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The prelude to this coronation battle was so ferocious and so inexplicable that both sides seemed to have forgotten what they were fighting for.

As the Greystone Alliance on the defensive side, this war can be described as a senseless disaster for them, for war, any war is to serve a certain purpose, on the earth, most wars can be started for some political purpose or out of some need, but this battle came so suddenly.

The Great Wilderness is a historical garbage heap, the exiled orcs and the few races survive here, the environment here can be imagined, and more importantly, it seems to be some kind of dark rule, the more you go to the outer part of the Great Wilderness, the more barren the land, and even the strength of the orcs is weaker.

Like the Great Wilderness on the east side where the Greystone Alliance is located, although there are more minerals, animal and plant resources than the outside world, the land that is not suitable for cultivation and cheap minerals are not enough to feed many orcs, and the reason why the Central Wilderness is prosperous is that on the one hand, there are many strong people, and on the other hand, the central part is rich in a lot of expensive magical ores, and even some land is so fertile that seeds can grow food.

Compared with the two, the Eastern Wilderness, where the Greystone Alliance is located, is so barren that Wang Xiaotian can't figure out why the King of the Winter Wolf wants to cross a central wilderness and be tough with him, and what is the meaning of this war that serves political purposes.

In Wang Xiaotian's expectation, maybe this war will be very cruel, maybe this war will be very long, but it is by no means in the prelude overture that he fell into the quagmire of blood.

The three tribes that responded to the call of the Winter Wolf King, like desperate gamblers, mobilized almost all their forces, like countless tribes to compromise, in exchange for this prelude battle.

"Where is this prelude...... If you can't withstand these two tribes, I'm afraid this will be the final Armageddon. ”

Looking at the increasingly strange dark clouds, Wang Xiaotian had a bad premonition in his heart, and when he thought of the Evan tribe and the king of the winter wolves who had not yet reached the battlefield, his heart was suffocating.

When the dark clouds accumulated to a certain extent, it was like a black curtain covering the entire sky, and a blood-red pillar of light that rushed into the sky came into view, the pillar of light was like a key to open a certain door, and the scarlet color made Wang Xiaotian's heart throb.

"Woooooo

The horn of war sounded again, and the orcs rushed up like a tide, and the light emitted by the strange pillar of light was not only communicating something, but the blood-colored light swayed on the attacking orcs, as if they were put on a bloodthirsty spell.

The originally vigorous and burly orc warriors were bathed in the blood light, and the muscles of their bodies were strengthened more than doubled, and the eyes that were originally looking at death began to glow with bloodthirsty light.

In the roar of heavy armor, the counterattack led by the Bloodhoof Army rushed out from Stattu like a black torrent, and the Alliance Army led by Baron collided with the orcs on the opposite side like a sharp spear.

After a brief recuperation, the Runeblade recharged, and the whistling blade slashed through the enemy's head, sending the head flying through the sky, its body crushed into a pulp by a crowd of running minotaurs.

In such a melee, the two sides are like two streams of water, gradually merging into one, and in such a chaotic tide, the heavily armored minotaur is like an indestructible wall of copper coins, and war in their eyes is to charge, swing a knife, and then charge and swing a knife.

Although the Central Wilderness is prosperous, but in the face of Wang Xiaotian's desperate rune armament to smash pots and sell iron, their attacks can't even break through the defense of the minotaur, and the power of the heavy infantry is like a harvesting machine in this situation.

The roaring artillery fire sounded again, the heavy artillery position frantically vented its fire into the distance, and the six-headed giant beast also began to call for a frenzy of magical power, in such a mixture of blood and fire, on the strange blood pillar, a whirlpool slowly formed.

"Fresh air! What a wonderful smell! Is the time finally coming?"

A low and resounding sound of the entire battlefield came from the whirlpool, and in an instant, Wang Xiaotian saw that the originally dim sky became even more ugly, the clouds in mid-air turned a strange blood red, and the yin wind gusted, and if it was lowered a little, it was a pungent and disgusting smell of blood.

The dark clouds turned into blood clouds, and the larger and larger whirlpool gradually enveloped half of the battlefield, and the clouds in the entire sky were trembling, and then, a hoof burning with a strange green flame stepped out of the whirlpool, and soon, both sides saw a figure wrapped in a thick smell of blood in the sky, riding a giant beast with a burning green flame dragon wings across the border.

"Here you are, the strongest warrior of my Sig tribe!

An old priest roared madly, he waved the sacrificial staff in his hand, and a blood-colored breath poured into the altar in front of him, and the blood-colored vortex in the sky became faster and faster.

One, two, three......

Soon, in the entire sky, at least thousands of terrifying figures appeared, these figures riding giant beasts had a terrifying aura, and there was an inhuman feeling, and the figures covering the sky and the sun were dominating the sky, overlooking the battlefield.

Wang Xiaotian could clearly feel that the cold and ruthless gaze in the eyes of the terrifying existence led by him swept across the battlefield, and this group of knights who descended from the blood-colored vortex let out a long roar and joined the battlefield.

"Air Force, damn it...... Artillery, artillery, shoot them down!"

When he saw the strange giant beast with its wings spread soaring above the battlefield, Wang Xiaotian immediately reacted, it was a group of air forces, which was undoubtedly fatal to the Graystone Alliance, which had weak air power.

Rolling like muffled thunder, a whistling cannonball blasted into the sky, and something surprising happened, those strange beasts with claw dragon wings roared, and the huge figure nimbly avoided the cannon fire.

"Stupid fellow, how do you understand where our Terror Heavy Rider has returned!" sneered, and the Sigur Sacrifice continued to infuse the power of the Blood Sacrifice.

With a flap of flesh wings, the giant beast swooped down with the Sig Knights, and the burning green flames turned into balls of missiles and fell into the battlefield, exploding like bombs, and for a while, the superior coalition army suffered heavy losses.