"Attack, attack!"

On the battlefield full of artillery fire, the leaders of Noximi's side shouted to attack, and a large number of heroic orcs rushed to the Startu hills without fear of death. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The continuous explosions became the background of the battlefield, and the six huge Noximi beasts seemed to have become six giant cannons and Wang Xiaotian's heavy artillery positions were frantically bombarded, in this world of swords and magic, the caster who had lost the reputation of the Lord of War, and the battlefield that should have been full of flesh and blood collision actually became a long-range bombardment.

Although the heavy artillery position was contained, but in the camp, the "small artillery troops" armed with cannons were frantically output, perhaps the range of [explosive fireworks] of these cannons was limited, but the firepower front built by the gunners of the cluster was so desperate.

Flashing sparks exploded wildly in Noximi's charging party, and although they had organized crossbowmen to fight back, the arrows were so powerless in the devastating explosion.

The distance from the cannon to the camp was less than five hundred meters, and it became a forbidden area of life and death, looking at the desperate firepower, with the regret of "just a little bit", countless Noximi orcs were blasted into scum.

At this time, the big shots of the Noximi tribe couldn't stand it.

Under the leadership of Bakaat, the commander of the third department, the Noximi Orcs, known as the "Orc Raiders", rushed into the battlefield like a roaring chariot, and under the fire of Wang Xiaotian, under the cover of countless cannon fodder warriors and countless arrows, they slaughtered under the camp.

Approaching the camp, they grinned and roared, this group of wild orcs wanted to use iron fists and blood to tell Wang Xiaotian what is called the bravery of orcs, what is called real strength, and they can't defeat the heroic orcs with long-range weapons and those iron bumps.

This is the way to win on the traditional battlefield, and once the ranged output is close to the melee fighters, the battle is almost clear, after all, the weak spellcaster will not be able to win against the melee fighters.

Just as the group of berserkers prepared to charge, what awaited them was even more terrible despair.

"Bloodhoof!

With a roar, countless heavily armored minotaurs rushed out of the tent, and those tall and cruel beastmen looked so weak in the face of this group of steel monsters wearing heavy armor and shining rune weapons in their hands.

The long-range output of artillery is certainly a big hole card for Wang Xiaotian, and the strong and fearless melee Wang Xiaotian has not ignored it.

The cannon fire was still roaring, the six giant beasts were afraid of the annihilation cannon and stopped, most of the orcs on the battlefield could not even cross the fire net formed by the artillery fire, and the few orcs who broke through dragged their bruised bodies to face the heavily armed bloody hoof army trained in the "Brilliant Arena".

The battlefield between the Noximi tribe and Wang Xiaotian came to a stalemate, and Bakat finally killed under the camp, looking at a group of terrible minotaurs, he roared unwillingly.

"Order the Bloodhoof to press, I want the head of the leader of the berserkers!" Wang Xiaotian shouted.

The Bloodhoof Army, which had long been ready to attack, was like a moving battlefield meat grinder, and the army rushed towards the orc raiders who had just broken through some chaos.

When five or six heavily armored bloodhoofers surrounded Bakat, the sturdy heavy armor and sharp battle axes ran over him mercilessly, and when his flying head was still dripping blood in the air, his angry eyes were still full of anger and hideousness, and he could not imagine that the brave orc raiders had failed like this.

The first charge failed with the death of Bakat, and this defeat sobered up the angry Noximi higher-ups.

Before their spellcaster troops arrived, in the face of such terrible firepower, their heroic charge was nothing but a wasted effort, so soon the orcs charging on the battlefield faded like a tide.

The battlefield fell into a brief lull.

Under this calm, the major tribes in the central part of the country who watched this battle couldn't help but be frightened, as soon as the war began, Wang Xiaotian and their side thwarted the Noximi tribe with a strong attitude, and after killing one of their giant beasts, they were still able to suppress the angry Noximi warriors.

However, at this time, Wang Xiaotian did not take advantage of the joy, because he knew that what was brewing under this short calm would be a terrible storm.

Take advantage of this war gap.

The follow-up forces of both sides are frantically accumulating, in Wang Xiaotian's gray stone city, a large number of strategic materials have been transported to the front line, and other allies on Noximi's side are also galloping over.

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"Woo woo"

With the sound of a distant trumpet, the battlefield, which had been quiet for nearly a day, began to fall into war again.

This time, the totem battle banner of another top tribe, the Sig tribe, appeared on the battlefield, apparently the people of the Sig tribe arrived, the Sig tribe is not like the Noximi tribe is more inclined to melee hand-to-hand combat, and their people have an extremely high proportion of sacrifices.

When a group of sacrifices appeared on the battlefield, Wang Xiaotian realized that this would be a tough battle.

With the blessing of the Sigur Sacrifice Tribe, the Noximi warriors were all sladen with at least five blessing spells, the six behemoths roared and unleashed a magical tide, and the terrifying flying stones once again blasted at Stato.

This time, when the cannon unit once again built a 500-meter artillery position, the sacrifices on the opposite side also began to chant strange spells, and the unique spell casting system of the strange orc sacrifices greatly weakened the effect of the artillery fire.

"Resist the Halo ......"

"Bloodthirsty Aura ......"

"Totem Chant ......"

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With the blessing of countless blessing spells and aura spells, Wang Xiaotian saw a large number of enemies crossing the fire line, and he immediately made a decision to let the Bloodhoof and the Horde Alliance attack.

Compared with the first wave of suppressive crushing, this second wave of attacks is completely a battlefield of blood and fire.

The fierce and powerful orcs collided fiercely under the fire of the bombardment, and both sides fought to the death for the people behind them or for some beliefs.

Blood was splattering, broken spears and exploding artillery fire were intertwined, and the warriors on both sides were slashing down the enemy in a roar before meeting the next one, the flying blades and glittering weapons reaping fresh lives.

Compared with the previous war, this charge is more frightening and boiling.

The Bloodhoof, as a heavily armed force, and the Behemoths of Noximi, wreak havoc on the battlefield like two fierce beasts, almost ignoring the enemies around them, fighting one-on-one, and often even the aftermath of the battle between the two behemoths makes the surrounding soldiers fly on all fours.

The sound of shouts and battles resounded throughout the sky of the Great Wilderness from this battlefield of blood and fire.