"I can't go on like this!" "Looking at the mighty Spartan warriors, the old High Priest of Nailo sighed heavily, these humans are simply crazy people who want to drag the orcs with them to be buried together, even if it is the first time that the high priest of Anero has seen such a human in his long life, if all humans are desperate like this, I am afraid that the plan of the Orc Empire to destroy the human race will be frustrated.

Raising his hand to rub his hand on the totem pole that had accompanied him for countless years, the high priest of Nailo knew every mottled mark on it, and the crack caused by the forcible cracking of the natural war song traversed the entire totem pole, and the deep crack looked a little shocking.

"I'm afraid this is the last time we'll fight, old man," sighed the High Priest of Naelo. Where his palm touched the totem pole, there was a green glow, and the mouth of the shaman priest of the old fox clan also sang a war song with a distant tune full of mystery.

Similar to the yellow sand in Immorton's hands, the green light from the totem pole was rapidly spreading in the direction of the battlefield when the High Priest of Nailo chanted the war song, and every place where the green light passed, countless grassy vines grew out of the ground, frantically stretching their vine leaves in all directions.

As a natural shaman, the natural growth war song of the high priest of Nailo is its famous war song, whether it is the coverage area of these grass vines or the ability to strangle, it is enough to influence the situation on the battlefield.

Under the cover of the natural growth war song, the yellow sand summoned by Immorton was gradually flooded with green, and countless grass vines emerged from the yellow sand, and then quickly grew and spread, turning the yellow sand into an oasis. In this vine meadow, the orcs got rid of the stagnation of the yellow sand, and a trace of turquoise vitality continued to emanate from the vines, bringing them an extremely comfortable feeling, and the wounds on their bodies also accelerated the healing under the moisture of natural vitality.

The other shamanic warriors are blessed with various statuses for the Orc warriors on the front line, such as the Blessing Song to enhance attack, the Wind Battle Song to increase agility, the Guardian Battle Song to strengthen defense, and the Howling War Song to boost morale. When will the warriors of those vassal races be blessed with so many war songs? This time, the shaman's war songs were cast unreservedly as if they were flowing without spending money, making these warriors of the vassal races feel the pressure from behind them in addition to excitement.

With so many war songs, even the weakest rat warriors roared and dared to confront the Spartan hoplites who were also in madness.

The wasteland in front of the Dawn Fortress has become a Shura field, and the battle between humans and orcs has stained the entire land red, and the shouts of killing are earth-shattering and endless, and the defenders of the Holy Griffin Empire in the fortress are accustomed to seeing the battle scene, and they are also shocked by such a tragic scene.

Gordon Pons was reappointed as a general in the Golden Legion for the courage of his previous battles, and was responsible for the defense of a small section of the fortress. Seeing that the crazy Spartans outside the fortress completely gave up their defensive actions, and relied on the armor on their bodies to exchange injuries for injuries and fight for their lives with those orcs, his mouth unconsciously sighed: "I really don't know how the Grand Duke of Pritz trained these soldiers, this is simply a group of crazy people! But fortunately, they are in the way, if we let those orcs rush up, I'm afraid we may not be able to stop it!"

Gordon Pons's words also made many soldiers around him secretly agree in their hearts, fortunately, it was the direct legion of the Grand Duke of Pritz who was facing it head-on, if such a crazy orc was allowed to attack the Dawn Fortress, I don't know if he could resist it?

The answer to this question in many people's minds is no. Even if they usually claim to be elite soldiers, they also have self-knowledge, no matter how hard they train, they can't do the same as those Spartan warriors, the kind of iron will to fight, the kind of fighting method like a fire in the prairie is not comparable to these ordinary soldiers at all.

On the command platform, Prince Grantham's turquoise eyes fluctuated, the fierceness and tenacity of the Spartan army were far beyond his imagination, but with his vision and experience, it was natural to see that those Spartans had already saved their will to die, and even if they won this battle, there were probably not many soldiers left in this army.

"Alas, your men are all good!" Prince Grantham patted Leo on the shoulder, and praised him heartily, but now Leo did not notice Prince Grantham at all, and all his attention was drawn to the battle in the distance.

When Leonidas was killed in battle, Leo once again experienced the heartache of the annihilation of the White Horse Rebellion. Although summoned through the Arena of the Gods, in Leo's mind, these warriors were living people, not a bunch of cold numbers.

Leonidas's rough nerves, hearty laughter, heroic movements, Spartan soldiers' respectful greetings, and neat queues have long become Leo's partners. But such a group of lovely and loyal warriors, but they died one by one in this cruel war, even the skilled Leonidas was not spared, Leo felt that his heart was like a knife stirring wildly, the pain and incomparable emotion made Leo's eyes completely blurred with tears.

If it weren't for his own willfulness, if it weren't for his own recklessness, he thought that the Spartan legion, which replenished a large number of soldiers, would definitely win, if he could have been more cautious, if he had been more stable and more appropriate, maybe Leonidas would not have died in battle, and the Spartan soldiers would not have fought so frantically. Regret and self-blame made Leo's heart depressed, his breathing between his mouth and nose lost his former stability, and the surging internal force in his body gradually showed a tendency to get out of control.

The sound of a gong exploded in Leo's spiritual world, and the sound of this gong came from somewhere, shaking every corner of Leo's spiritual world like a groundbreak, and the continuous tail sound continued to come with the trembling of the gong. Leo's whole body shook, his fingers and all the hair trembled, and the meridians of his whole body continued to tremble in this loud sound, and the inner breath that gradually became loose slowly subsided like a wild horse on a haunted horse.

Leo looked down at the Arena of the Gods in front of him in horror, this was the first time that the Arena of the Gods had taken the initiative to make a sound, and it was in such a way to remind himself.