West Plague Lands, Hearthvale.

Barnazar, the Dreadlord who has taken over the Great Lord of Dasuohan, has been more cautious and cautious since taking control of the Scarlet Crusaders here.

Now that the undead scourge is temporarily over, the current undead in the East and West Plague Lands are all defeated by the remnants of the dragons without a leader.

If that Titan discovers his secret, the consequences will be terrifying.

Do you want to shrink your forces again... After all, this is a sensitive time, and I ...

“aaaaaagh!!!”

A loud roar from afar interrupted Banazal's thoughts.

A moment later, a Scarlet Crusader soldier panicked and ran up to the top of the city, coming behind the Grand Lord of Dasohan.

"Great Lord, it's not good... The forward post under the hillside has discovered the enemy, and it is... It's an untold number of orcs!"

Banazar was puzzled when he heard this.

The Orcs don't have any grudges against the New Tribe, why are they suddenly attacking themselves?

As for the Iron Tribe, Banazal directly ruled out the possibility.

Nonsense, if it was the Iron Tribe, the Black Dragoons would have appeared in the sky here a long time ago.

The sounds of battle could already be heard in the distance, and the noisy clashing of weapons mixed with the screams of the soldiers before they died, and Banazal could hear them clearly.

Immediately, the blood-colored soldiers on the walls saw the enemy.

It was a sea of green like sewage, densely packed with countless orcs gathered agitatedly, and there was no formation to speak of.

Their weapons and armor were also in tatters, and some orcs were wearing only a pair of pants at all, wielding them with large wooden sticks that they had picked up from nowhere.

Several unusually rough catapults were pulled up by the orcs and aimed at the city wall not far away.

“aaaagh！”

A roar that seemed to be a command came from among the orcs, and Banazal spotted the tall orc in haphazard armor made of pieces of iron.

A large group of green-skinned goblins, strapped with high explosives, nimbly jumped into the catapult's loading position, and let out a shrill cry of excitement from their mouths.

Immediately, the catapult violently projected these goblins towards the city wall, and several goblins fell directly to the nearby ground due to the improper operation of the orcs, and then exploded directly, killing many green-skinned orcs.

The orc who was injured by the explosion suddenly became furious, picked up the goblin he could grasp, and directly tore it in half, and the colorful internal organs flowed all over the ground.

The big warlords don't care about the chaos at all, anyway, if they want the green skins, they will die, it doesn't matter.

After the green-skinned goblin that was successfully projected onto the city wall landed, it quickly ran towards the crowded area.

The blood-colored soldiers didn't react at all, and the scene in front of them was too weird.

It was the first time they had seen such a chaotic army, and it was the first time they had seen creatures thrown alive by catapults.

They quickly paid the price.

Violent explosions sounded everywhere, and the crude, low-quality ones made by the Black Soop Chaebol were not up to par, but the explosives that exploded with great power accompanied by the shrill laughter of the green-skinned goblins blew the city walls into potholes, and all kinds of severed limbs flew everywhere.

The soldiers finally reacted, and they hurriedly divided a group of soldiers to kill the greenskinned goblins who were still scurrying around the city, and the rest of the army began to fire back at the greenskins under the walls.

The greenskins had already charged, and they had no defenses but rushed towards the gate, trying to blow it open with the explosives in their hands.

The Scarlet Soldiers didn't have to aim at all, they could just shoot arrows or throw stones at the bottom of the walls, and they could kill one or two green-skinned orcs with their eyes closed.

Grand Lord Dasuohan stood at the head of the city under attack, carefully observing the green-skinned orcs, and he was now certain that this was not the force of the new tribe.

This is not an orc force on either side.

Normal orcs are never so chaotic and suicidal.

So where did these orcs come from?

There was a loud bang from beneath the city, and the heavy gate was blown to pieces along with a group of green-skinned orcs around it.

Then the greenskins crowded into the city of Hearthvale and staged a stampede. A large number of green-skinned progressives and accidentally fallen orcs were trampled into a puddle of disgusting meatloaf.

"Hurry up and welcome the enemy !! orcs into the city!"

Heart-rending shouts rang out everywhere, and the blood-colored soldiers on the city walls immediately ran towards the city gates.

The vicinity of the Gates of Fireplace Valley has been reduced to rubble, and the Greenskins are setting fire to one house after another. Or directly grab the green-skinned goblins around them, or even the severed limbs of humans, and gnaw on the spot.

They had no military discipline and no purpose, they just wanted to enter the city and wreak havoc.

When the Scarlet Crusaders regrouped and attacked the greenskins again, the disorganized orcs stopped destroying and eating and continued to attack the enemy in front of them.

The greenskinned goblins were still strapped to explosives all over the city, and the greenskinned orcs were slamming into the Scarlet Crusader line in waves, and then all of them died, and then a new batch of greenskins poured in from outside the city gates, repeating the same process.

It was as if they were endless, and they could never be killed.

The corpses in front of the human line of defense had piled up, like a small green dirt slope with a fishy smell.

Banazar took control of Dasohan's body, wielding his greatsword to slash one greenskin after another. Even if it was the Dreadlord of the Demon King, he felt that his hands were numb at the moment.

Finally, after killing all the greenskins that no longer knew how many waves they were, there was not a single standing orc left in the city.

The enemy seems to have stopped attacking?

They finally found out that it was suicidal?

Outside the city, the great warlord looked at the troops around him, which had shrunk by at least two-thirds, and nodded his huge, ugly head with satisfaction.

Wait, how can there be such a large amount of trash in pants?

“aaaaagh!!”

The blood-colored soldiers in the city suddenly collapsed when they heard this familiar roar.

Sure enough, another seemingly endless group of green-skinned orcs rushed in, as well as agile little men strapped to explosives.

Immediately, there were bursts of explosions and the chaotic sound of various weapons clashing in the valley of the hearth.

The Grand Warlord retreated with the remaining elite Greenskins.

When I came, there was an endless army, and there was no grass all the way, and even the ghouls ate it for you.

When they returned, they were a small force, inconspicuous in the vast plague land.

On a hillside not far away, several Nightchild scholars were taking notes under the protection of the Holy Army fanatics.

"It's okay, the observation data this time is perfect, let this big warlord come a few more times, and these green skins can be sent to the real battlefield. ”

"Angela's battle?" the Zealot squad leader looked curious.

The scholar immediately shook his head, "That doesn't deserve to be called a real battlefield, the Burning Legion is." These disgusting green skins are the best cannon fodder to fight with demons. ”

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