Zhao Mai flicked his spear and threw the empty armor and cloak to the ground. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoAround him, the stone bullets of the trebuchet, the crossbow bolts of the giant crossbow, and all kinds of arrows of long and short lengths fell like hailstones of all sizes, drawing a big circle around Zhao Mai. They were already worried, and some of them were even slid open by Zhao Mai's psychic ability barrier, so they all returned in vain.

The wind was blowing, the clouds were surging, and the heavy, lead-gray clouds were summoned by the Force of Nature, covering the scorching sun. Soon, a trickling rain of ice fell from the sky and poured on the skin, making the orcs who had been scorched by the sun feel extremely comfortable. They slowly got up from the ground, gasping for breath in embarrassment, and surveyed the situation around them: the entire battlefield fell into a rare calm, and everyone's eyes were focused on Zhao Mai alone.

"Your defeat is decided, surrender! Surrender the city!" Zhao Mai's voice overshadowed the wind and rain and reached the castle. "The Ringwraith is already a defeated general under me, according to the rules of the orcs, I have won all the general challenges, and you have been defeated!"

There was no response from the walls, only black clouds that kept rolling in the sky. Zoro already knew the failures of his generals, and the Nine Great Ring Spirits he trusted and relied on the most had already failed eight times in Zhao Mai. It takes time for the Ringwraith to regroup, and Sauron is undoubtedly in trouble. The Flame Eye of the Evil Black Tower cast a red gaze that pierced the distance of thousands of miles and shone directly on the castle of Taliaon. A red bolt of lightning exploded on the city walls, and a huge thunderclap continued, and then the orcs of the entire castle fell into a frenzy.

Not only orcs, but also goblins, giants, and ogres. Their eyes were red, their blood was pumping, and their bulging muscles were crawling with earthworm-like veins. There are no more orc rules, no more judgment ability to judge the strength of the enemy, all that is left is killing and chaos.

The gates fell to the ground with a thud, and countless orcs slaughtered them. Thousands, centurions, all the way to ordinary orc warriors, engulfing all the living creatures in the castle to kill the generals. The first to take the lead was a bald chicken, which jumped directly from the city wall, flapping its wings to slow down, and charging with its neck on its edge, completely ignoring Zhao Mai.

"You should surrender!" Zhao Mai roared. His voice was engulfed with the power of psychic powers, intimidating orcs, including chickens. But the others who rushed behind did not slow down. When he found that someone was blocking the way in front of him, he waved his weapon and cut a bloody path without thinking about it. Sauron's thunder reverberated in the sky, urging the defenders to abandon the city and fight a bloody battle like a war drum.

This voice also reached Zhao Mai's side, and the orcs of the Blackfoot Settlement also began to get excited, bloodshot crawled into their eyes, and the group of people became short of breath one by one. Orcs, after all, are a race born to kill and destroy, and even rules can be broken?

"WAAAGH!!" The blackfoot colony erupted in rage, and they began to charge through the freezing rain, stepping on puddles of water, and brandishing their weapons. Zhao Mai heard the footsteps of charging in both directions, and closed his eyes painfully on the battlefield. War, once it starts, becomes a wild horse that will always get out of control. Only with enough blood shed, only enough sacrifices have been made, will this maddening monster be satisfied, and it will be possible to be put in a cage. In that case, let's bleed......

The rain cleared, and the sun slammed down. Zhao Mai wanted to use this method to disperse the orcs on his side, but how could Zoro let him get his wish? The power of the dark curse once again covered the sky, and the sun was tightly blocked. All the orcs were excited, feeling like they were back in their best physical condition.

Zhao Mai is no longer imaginable. The two evils tend to be lesser, and Zhao Mai must try his best to reduce the losses of the blackfoot settlement. He no longer hesitated, raised his Hunter Blood Spear and rushed in the direction of the castle.

Phantom Shifter led Zhao Mai across the battlefield, always appearing in the densest areas of the orcs. Then came the brilliant trajectory of the lightsaber, the stumps and severed arms flying in the sky, and the heads that still maintained their screaming expressions continued to rotate in the air. The huge difference in ability, skill, strength, and speed makes this battle boring, and there is only one-sided killing.

And Zhao Mai felt that this speed was not fast enough. He glanced and saw that the two orcs were still rapidly approaching each other. So he put away his melee weapon and transformed into a ball of light for the spirit element. Pure white energy balls appear in the forward line of the castle orcs.

And then there's the thunder. Lightning of pure psychic abilities erupted from the orc's orb of light and swept across the orc's body. Psychic lightning pierced the orc's skulls one by one, burning their brains, and then continued to leap on the next orc's head. This is the Witch King Karrak's favorite trick, enough to crush any slave revolt. His ambition, his brutality, his power to suppress everything, were all condensed in this lightning storm of the mind.

Lightning shot out from his fingertips, and Zhao Mai let out a roar. What began as a roar of disappointment and resentment turned into sheer tyranny. He had always believed in the rules of the orcs, hoping to reduce the number of casualties in this way. He also has the illusion that the best way to end evil is to directly eliminate the leader of evil, and evil will naturally collapse. But the truth is that not a single war ended in such a way.

A fan-faced charging orc fell in front of Zhao Mai, and Zhao Mai's eyes turned blood-red. He changed his position again, and once again a psychic lightning storm erupted, and another fan fell. The "WAAAGH!!" of the Blackfoot Settlement is getting closer and closer, and Zhao Mai's lightning is getting more and more urgent. The white ball of light gradually turned red, and the color of the psychic lightning became darker and darker.

The two teams of orcs finally collided together, and Zhao Mai also teleported to the rear of the castle orcs, and the lightning was still there. He roared, "Surrender, surrender, surrender or die!" The red ball of light spun, and the lightning of the psychic ability swept in all directions, and the power began to spiral out of control. The power of the natural elements was mixed into the otherwise pure psychic ability, and the explosion occurred. Instead of attacking only minds, lightning began to cut, scorch, and blast flesh. The scene immediately became terrifying.

Zhao Mai finally rushed to the city gate, and lightning rushed straight in, raging in the fortress castle. No orcs were able to rush out again, but they were still charging, corpses piling up. Psychic lightning continued to shatter the corpse, and flesh and blood came from the city gate like lava, slowly passing by Zhao Mai's feet, like a scene of the end of the world.

The red thunder resounded in the sky for a while, and finally lost to Zhao Mai's spiritual lightning. The clouds stopped rolling, the thunder gradually subsided, and the whole castle gradually fell silent. Zhao Mai regained his original form, standing in front of the city gate covered in blood, his feet already covered in red, gray, and green slime. Behind him, the Blackfoot Colony shouted victorious, "WAAAGH!!" endlessly.