"What are you talking about? You said that the war ahead was purely about sending people to death?"

Wang Xiaotian's voice raised an octave, and looking at the innocent Ke Lie, he was a little incredulous for a while. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Yes, Boss, you don't know, the group of people in front of them are crazy, they are like crazy people, they rush forward one after another, our crossbowmen easily beat them into a sieve, those rows of fallen people, it is really spectacular......!" What a bunch of crazy people!"

Saying that, he was afraid that Wang Xiaotian would not believe it, so Kelie hurriedly dragged Wang Xiaotian to climb onto a guard tower in the rear camp.

"Boss, I'm not so lax, there are our people on those towers, and if the battle situation in front of us is not right, we can immediately react at the first time. Kelie saw that Wang Xiaotian's face was not very good, and immediately licked his face and explained.

At this moment, Wang Xiaotian didn't care about Kelie's words, his eyes were completely attracted by the front war.

The battle ahead, not so much a war as a massacre.

Below the Stathu camp, a group of orcs are dense like a tide, frantically attacking towards the not very high camp, like a wave, constantly hitting the rock of the Stattu camp, when the waves in front are smashed by the collision, the crowd in the rear continues to surge, wave after wave.

"This ...... It's crazy!" Wang Xiaotian exclaimed in disbelief after seeing the battlefield clearly.

The crowd of orcs formed by the orcs, one after another, constantly attacked the camp of Stattu, and the side of Gray Rock City firmly occupied the gate of the camp of more than ten meters, rows of strong crossbows, constantly firing whistling sharp arrows, each wave of salvo took away a batch of orcs, that look is the same as harvesting wheat in autumn, it is no exaggeration.

After the corpse in front fell, the orcs behind did not stop for a moment, brazenly crossed the corpses of their companions, holding a round bone shield, constantly impacting the camp, and at this time, the tall and tall minotaurs would continue to throw spears out, and the terrible power and sharp spears directly pierced the bone shield, nailing several orcs together.

There were even times when the corpses piled up too high, and the bloodhoof, clad in heavy armor, would open the gate and crush it like a torrent of steel, clearing a clearing.

And every time this happens, the wild war drums and desolate trumpets are played.

Some of the rampaging special orcs would rush up like a tide, and the strong orcs would use their flesh and blood to collide with the "Rune Heavy Armored Infantry Regiment" carefully built by Wang Xiaotian.

At this time, the bloodhoofed orcs only need to swing their knives, slash, and then keep charging forward.

Powerful heavy armor will give them unparalleled defense, and any weapon cut at them will leave a little white mark at most, like a steel monster, crushing everything, this is the romance of heavy infantry!

Occasionally, there would be some strange and powerful orcs, all of whom had the strength of silver at the very least, trying to stop the heavy infantry who were pushing everything, and at this time, the cannon gunners in the camp would give him a shot from afar.

And these splashes of blood, the cries of orcs and heavy infantry are intertwined into a battlefield.

But this strange battlefield, no matter how you look at it, is a one-sided slaughter in Gray Rock City!

............

On the west side of the battlefield, in an orc tent that dominates the entire battle.

There were three positions in the main direction, each with three different orcs, and on the lower sides of the flank, some gray-haired or expressionless orcs were sitting silently.

Suddenly, an embarrassed figure outside the tent rushed in.

"Great Elder, all the 1,300 warriors of our Gravel Tribe have all returned to Valhalla! and Elder Rogge has also been hit by the enemy's terrible weapons!"

A choked voice came out of the mouth of a strong orc man more than two meters tall, and with red eyes, he threw himself next to an old orc with gray hair, crying like a child, but no one in the audience blamed this strong man.

The armor on his body was beaten to tatters, and one right hand hung weakly down, apparently after a terrible battle.

"Good boys, you're all good boys...... Their souls will rest in our ancestors' Valhalla," the white-haired Great Elder of the Broken Bone Tribe trembled and gently patted the strong man's body, and his trembling lips began to turn blue.

He stood up tremblingly, bowed deeply to the three people on the main seat, and said in a low tone: "Three adults, our Broken Bone Tribe has taken its leave, I hope you will not forget your promise!"

After saying that, regardless of the reaction of the three orcs, he helped the one-armed strong man and staggered out of the tent.

"It's time for the Claw Tribe," the cold words came from the mouth of a Noximi orc on the main seat.

Listening to the sound of death, an expressionless middle-aged orc stood up, without a word, he silently pulled out the weapon on his waist, and slowly walked out of the camp.

Soon, a muffled proclamation came from outside the tent.

"Talon Tribe! Don't let other tribes look down on us Talon Tribe, all of us must be pressed! Attack me, and after this battle, our people will be able to rest and have enough resources for our lives!"

There was a determination in his deep voice, and he was answered by heavy footsteps and a horn to attack.

There was a dead silence in the tent, and everyone could even imagine that a group of young warriors with resolute expressions and no fear of death took up arms and walked into the battlefield without fear of death, which was the hope of a tribe.

There is no hesitation, no timidity, no sacredness in this war without benevolence. There is no evil, all are fighting for their tribe and loved ones.

Soon after, another shouting and fighting could be heard in the distance, with the occasional cannon explosion sounding.

A silent figure struggled into the tent.

It was the expressionless middle-aged orc who stepped out not long ago, he was covered in blood at the moment, and there was a broken arrow stuck in his chest, and despite such a serious injury, he still walked into the tent with a blank face.

"Talon Tribe...... Farewell!"

Like the Broken Bone Tribe in front, the middle-aged man said the same thing and silently dragged the stump away.

Then the tribes came out one after another, and they walked out of the tent either with grief or expressionlessness, and every time they returned, they must have been covered in blood.

When the last tribe also left, the Noximi orcs on the main seat spoke.

"All twenty-six tribes attacked...... Did you find anything?"

Another cold voice rang out.

"Temptation? It's just a bunch of waste, what can they try? Their greatest function is to consume the enemy's arrows, and of course, the sacrifice of blood. ”

And at this moment, a deep and powerful voice sounded.

"Enough, no matter how weak they are, but at this moment, they are all warriors who sacrifice for the tribe and dare to face death! Their steps are so firm that I can clearly hear them sitting in the tent! Such a group of real warriors is not something we can evaluate arbitrarily! We should think about how to face the king on the side of Statitu!"