The wind and sand were blowing, and a chill was felt over the desolate fields. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Battle flags fluttering.

The battle flag of the pitch-black blade was slightly broken, and this brand new battle flag was stained with the first wisps of blood here.

Blood is splattered, but the battle flag does not fall.

Toure's delicate armor was shattered, the sword given by Wang Xiaotian was broken, blood dripped down the corners of his mouth, he lowered his head, half-knelt on the ground, pestle the broken sword in one hand, and stubbornly held up the ink-bladed battle flag with the other.

Unwillingness, remorse, and shame.

"Toure, do you know why the orcs are oppressed to this point? In my eyes, the orcs are industrious, simple, and passionate about labor, but they can only survive here, have you ever wondered why? Because you have lost your civilization, you have lost your heritage, and a race that has lost its civilization is doomed to perish!"

Recalling that when Wang Xiaotian first appointed Toure as the general of the First Army, Wang Xiaotian's deep eyes were like endless voids, with no end in sight, and Toure firmly believed that under Wang Xiaotian's bohemian appearance, there was a wise man's wise heart, but in fact, Wang Xiaotian himself did not remember that he had said this.

"Who knows that the Greystone Alliance may be the spark of orc civilization, or the source of its demise?

Blood dripped.

Toure's sword-wielding hand couldn't help but burst into flames, he was the general of the Graystone Alliance, he was the holder of the battle banner of the Ink Blade Army, he was the sword-bearer appointed by Wang Xiaotian himself!

"Roar!"

With a roar, Toure stood up violently, he held the broken sword in his left hand, and the battle flag in his right hand, his strong body broke through the broken battle armor, and the two horns went straight into the sky, and he looked up to the sky and roared.

In the distance, an angry response began to ring out on the battlefield.

What a picture!

The great wilderness is bleak, the battle flag is fluttering, a thin minotaur, holding up the broken sword, looking up to the sky and roaring, the dark battle flag fluttering in front of him, behind him is one after another roars, one by one the dazed soldiers have raised their weapons in their hands, let out their own angry shouts, their eyes are full of suppressed anger.

A wisp of imperceptible things quietly condensed.

It has an indescribable name - the soul of the army, and after the humiliating war, this army began to condense a military spirit, a spirit that can be passed on from generation to generation.

Recalling the scene just now, the entire Ink Blade Army felt a deep sense of shame.

There was a loud bang.

The thirteen knights collided head-on with all the firepower of the moon blade, and the terrifying fluctuation was like dropping a missile on the battlefield, and both sides, whether orcs or humans, stopped fighting, and they were all intimidated by the terrifying aura wave.

"Kill!"

The waves of qi subsided, Toure's pupils shrank, and he clearly saw thirteen figures passing through the sand and dust in the sky, the dark red armor was wrapped in a layer of scarlet fighting energy, and these thirteen people were like hell knights, rushing out of the center of the explosion.

The charge of the thirteen people, the momentum was like a thousand troops, under the moon blade, they were unscathed, the blood-colored fighting spirit burst out, they rushed straight towards the ink blade military flag, the terrifying explosion, set off the thirteen terrifying figures.

"Thirteen Silver Pinnacles!"

Toure said this with difficulty, and in an instant, his eyes froze, and without hesitation, he raised his sword to meet the charge of the thirteen men.

Buzz! Buzz!

With a violent tremor, Toure's sword disintegrated inch by inch, and a momentum came towards him, with a mere bronze body, Toure stood in front of the battle flag of the ink blade without hesitation, and the terrifying coercion was suddenly suppressed.

Burst!

A mouthful of blood spat out, and Toure was pressed to his knees on one knee, his broken sword in his club, and he struggled to hold up the fluttering battle flag.

And in front of him, the Thirteen Knights paused in front of him.

The thirteen dark red knights looked down at Toure in a condescending and domineering manner, and a hint of appreciation flashed in the eyes of the crimson moon revealing their armor, and they said, "You, very good! Congratulations, you can go back and tell the one behind you that he is qualified!"

Toure raised his head sharply and stared at the human knight in front of him.

Crimson Moon didn't explain, and in an instant, he walked away without looking back.

"Tell me, your name!" Toure's hoarse voice sounded.

"Crimson Moon!"

An indifferent voice floated softly.

On the battlefield in the distance, the Thirteen Knights suddenly tore open a breath, and the Scarlet Legion dragged their wounded teammates away in the dust.

When the Scarlet Knights left, their eyes were full of desolation.

The crocodile man Red struggled to get up from the ground in a daze, he looked around, he couldn't see the enemy, only his comrades who were also dazed and decadent, they failed, in the face of this sudden war, they were defeated!

Suddenly, there was a roar in the distance.

Red remembered, the group of humans in dark red armor, the group of contemptuous attitude towards everything, with that roar, Toure pulled out his battle axe violently, and he also roared with the sky, the hideous body of the crocodile man, the flicking tail, looked full of unwillingness.

The whole battlefield seemed to have opened some kind of floodgate, and the surviving orcs were looking up to the sky and roaring, they were venting their unwillingness and anger in their hearts.

An inexplicable war, an inexplicable end.

The orcs left a trail of blood, the remnants of the army were broken, all the broken armor was not taken away, and on the battlefield, piles of bonfires were raised to burn those who had died in arms.

A sad and oppressive atmosphere filled the Ink Blade Army.

"Distant brothers!

In the heroic singing, may you be able to look up to the sky and laugh in the long journey......"

An inexplicable melody sounded, and the orcs couldn't help but hum a song with an inexplicable melody, which was sung by Wang Xiaotian during the first battle of the valley, when he was sad about the loss of his life, and then this song was inexplicably circulated in the Graystone Alliance.

Faced with such a scene, the orcs could only hum the sad and inexplicable melody, and many years later, this also became a tradition for the Ink Blade Army to pay tribute to their comrades.

The dull momentum made the air seem oppressive, and a feeling of iron and blood was condensing, and at this moment, if the Ink Blade Army was seen by the Crimson Moon, he would probably crush this army at all costs and break the backbone of this army.

In the midst of such a sad melody, there seems to be a feeling condensed in the darkness that this army officially has a soul of its own today, and this soul is the core of an invincible army.

Toure didn't stop the soldiers from humming, and there was anger in his heart, and he had a premonition that this defeat had caused the Inkblade Army to begin to quietly change.

After about an hour, the bonfire burned out, and the orcs of the Inkblade Army gathered away all the weapons of their dead comrades, even if they were too dilapidated to use, and buried their ashes in the ground.

This is an orc tradition.

When a warrior's soul returns to the earth, the weapons that accompany him throughout his life, whether good or bad, will be left to future generations, perhaps this tradition first appeared because of the barrenness of the orcs, but gradually, this has evolved into a heritage.

Perhaps, many years later, these remnants of the Ink Blade Army will also pass on their weapons to future generations. This is a kind of spirit, a kind of inheritance, when you are old, you can't walk, and your heirs hold your weapons, proudly embark on your unfinished journey, this may be an alternative continuation of those old orcs!