As the Ten Demon Dragons charged forward, the remaining thirty Demon Dragons quickly turned to the southern city wall, vowing to vent the resentment they had just received.

"Shaman, the south of the city is in an emergency!" a Sky Sparrow man patrolled the four walls of the temple from the air and reported the situation to the temple.

"I'll bring people up!" The city lord of Yusi was waiting for orders with nine tribe reinforcements, except for a few of them who were super-level powerhouses, the others were seventh-order ordinary orc warriors.

"Okay, ask the east and west of the city, can you draw some more people!" The turtle shaman really doesn't have any more mobile power in his hands.

The City Lord of Yusi had just walked for a while, and received a report from the finch man, "The Lord of Yusi City has died in battle, the demon dragon has captured the southern city wall, and there are less than a hundred city guards to resist, and there are only three strong people left in the barbarian half-orcs!"

"The battle in Xicheng is not fierce, but only twenty strong men from Wild Sand City and the Tiger and Fox Tribe have rushed to the south of the city! It is estimated that it will not last long!" an orc who had gone up to the west of the city to ask for help came back to report.

"Order all the flying orcs outside the city to rush to the south of the city to support at all costs! In addition, transfer the masters of the east of the city to support the south of the city!" Now, he can only count on the south of the city to hold out for a while! After all, the Qinglin patriarch is here, and the strong people of the Qinglin tribe in the east of the city must always be scruples, and it is impossible not to obey the order.

"No, there are a hundred and ten beasts attacking the city in the east of the city!" shouted the Sky Sparrow in the air.

It's over! In this moment, in addition to the dozens of strong people that Xicheng can transfer, where can he go to get the strong ones?

Suddenly, he heard a loud singing voice in the direction of Dongcheng again...... Something is going to happen to Dongcheng!

I couldn't help but be a turtle clan shaman, even the Qinglin patriarch's face changed, and before the turtle clan shaman moved, he had already risen and flew towards Dongcheng.

On the eastern city, more than a hundred underworld beasts have poured onto the city wall. Just now, the Qinglin tribe fought too hard against the demon dragon, and threw out all the "Silver Vermistem Dung Wine Barrels", and even threw away the "Mithril Wine Bombs" that were used as killer weapons, and now, more than a hundred underworld beasts suddenly surged, making them immediately overstretched.

Seeing that more than a dozen underworld beasts broke through the barrier, rushed into the middle of the elephant man and the minotaur, tore off the arms of more than a dozen people, and tried to tear an elephant man into two pieces from the middle, and transformed into "Hu Menglin" Caiyunnan! A long-lost orc song gushed out in her heart:

I carry the attachment of life,

Longing for the dawn of death!

The brilliance that bloomed in that moment

Let the heart of hope be at peace forever

I am not willing to be a slave to death

So I shouted

I only sing it once in a lifetime

The dawn of the thorn bird

For whom are tears in my eyes

The fountain of love overflows my heart

The flower of friendship blooms in my heart

The love of family makes me never want to sleep forever

But I chose to go for the thorns

Even if the blood on his body is dried

We must also strive for a more brilliant tomorrow

......

(Self-made)

"Don't, don't, Hu Menglin, hold on, I'm coming!" the Qinglin patriarch exclaimed, his heart was full of grief and indignation, this is the "Song of the Thorn Bird" in the orc sacrifice, also known as the "swan song of life", it is the last desperate means of the sacrifice, and it can attract up to ninety-nine eighty-one nebula chain lightning!

This is a real song of desperation, there is no possibility of stopping, as long as it is sung, it must be completed, and the enemy will die!

But no one sang this song anymore 8,000 years ago, because no matter how many sacrifices were sacrificed, it would be useless, and the world would not be able to attract thunder and lightning at all!

"It's over! Now that Zicai Yunnan is over, Hu Menglin will definitely not forgive himself!"

All eyes were focused on the long figure standing tall on the east city wall, letting go of his throat and singing the "Song of the Thorn Bird", and watched with admiration as this man gave up his life to play the swan song of his life to the fullest:

Legend of the Thorn Bird is an extremely ugly bird, backward and poor like the wild orcs, but it is also a child of nature.

Therefore, the Thorn Bird has been endowed with a special ability by the heavens, it can desperately burrow into the depths of the thorns when its life is seriously threatened, and when the flesh and blood are flying, it will sing the most beautiful song of despair in life, and its song will arouse the wrath of heaven and earth, and send its enemies into the abyss of no return.

If by chance, it will be lucky not to die, and it will become a beautiful phoenix.

This "Song of the Thorn Bird" later became the "Song of Desperation" in the orc sacrifice, and the singing of the orc sacrifice could not completely attract the wrath of heaven and earth like the thorn bird, but could only induce the only life magic "Nebula Chain Lightning".

Depending on the individual strength of the sacrificer, the nineth, sixteenth, twenty-fifth, thirty-sixth, forty-ninth, sixty-fourth, and eighty-one lightning bolts are triggered respectively, so as to inflict a devastating blow on the enemies who hurt the orc sacrifice.

In the battle of the Four Realms and Five Clans 8,000 years ago, more than one orc priest launched the "Song of the Thorn Bird", but the ruthless reality showed that the boiling beast blood and surging song power could not attract any lightning and thunder.

In the end, it took the lives of hundreds of sacrifices for the guardians to be convinced that the Thunder Elemental Guardian had indeed been injured and fell into a deep sleep, and the blood of hundreds of orc sacrifices flowed in vain. For 8,000 years, there are not many orc sacrifices that can still sing this "useless" orc sacrifice "Song of Despair".

Now, the Turtle Shaman once again heard the legendary song of "Death to the enemy", but his heart was extremely heavy. Is it true that the time has come for the wilderness? Open your eyes, O heaven, and give strength to your people!

In the sky, as if in response to the prayer of the turtle man, thick clouds were gathering, and above the head of the singing priest, a huge dark cloud was pitch black, and there was already lightning flashing in the black cloud.

Just now, he was still laughing loudly, laughing at the ignorance of this sacrifice, laughing at his stupidity-now, the expression on the face of the Ten Princes of the Demon Dragon suddenly froze, what is the situation?

Didn't it mean that the "Light" and "Lightning" elemental guardians of the Savage Plane had fallen into a deep sleep, could it have recovered from its injuries?

The face of the demon dragon became more and more gloomy, and the thunder in the dark clouds was clearly audible, although the sound was not loud, but it was extremely shaking people's heartstrings.

"God has opened his eyes, opened his eyes!" The turtle shaman was in a stirring mood, the orc sacrifice has always been the pillar of the mind and spirit among the orcs, because they can foresee disasters and welcome blessings, can assist the warriors, and improve their combat power, but, because of the lack of effective means of attack, the sacrifice has always been considered a chicken rib profession!

The sacrifice of "helpless chickens" is often in an extremely ineffective situation in a state of war.

The wars of 8,000 years ago showed that sacrifice had become one of the more embarrassing species of the orc profession. If it weren't for the fact that the orcs had not yet fully formed the concept of a state, and they still needed sacrifices to enlighten wisdom, perhaps the orc sacrifices would have been swept into the dustbin of history long ago.

Now, the time has come for the orc priest to stand up and decide the victory and sacrifice, and the turtle shaman priest strides towards the north of the city, where dozens of super-level underworld beasts have poured into the city, advancing bloodily into the city, tearing apart the bodies of dozens of people with every step.

The giant stick in Xiao Dick's hand had long since disappeared, from a spear to a short hammer, and then to two giant axes in use, he swept away a pair of "Hejia ghost-faced spiders" beside him, but suddenly saw a grinding disc-sized "Coffin Ant Emperor" open its mouth to sneak attack Fang Ruiyu at the corner end of the fierce battle.

As soon as he exerted his strength, the long axe in his left hand threw it out vigorously, pouring directly into the big open mouth of the Ant Emperor. Before the ant emperor's green formic acid was sprayed, it was being smashed, and his head exploded in an instant, spraying everywhere.

Ignoring the two "Hejia Ghost-faced Spiders" chasing behind him, he quickly approached Fang Ruiyu and slashed another long axe into the chest of the "Hell Three-Headed Dog" opposite Fang Ruiyu.

"Stand back! It's no more, we can't stop it, we're only five left!" shouted Shawddick. Yes, the twenty-three masters supported by the entire Dragon Clan Phoenix Clan are now left with the Crystal Dragon, the Metal Dragon, a Fire Phoenix, and the two of them.

It can be said that the masters are all lost, and the elite is lost! Look at the support troops of "Buzhuang Mountain" -- the Ma tribe has less than 20 people and is still in good condition, while the masters and warriors of Yusi Valley, except for a few wounded who are buried in the pile of corpses, the others have become history!

Now, except for more than thirty forest elf powerhouses who are still bending their bows and arrows, constantly shooting through the eyes and throats of the Sudden Immortal Beasts, the entire northern city wall has completely fallen.

Suddenly, Shaw Dick heard the familiar singing sound of the eastern city wall, and the loud singing made him immediately choke a little, not only because of the familiar voice, but also because the unyielding fighting spirit of 8,000 years ago in the song once again made his blood surge.

"Fight, fight to the death and don't retreat, the dragon clan can only move forward and live, and there is no way to retreat!" The five dragon and phoenix clans ignited their passion again, ignoring the increasingly serious injuries on their bodies, and waved all kinds of weapons in their hands and smashed them at their opponents.

Suddenly, an even more high-pitched song rang out, and another "song of the thorn bird" exploded over the north wall, followed by the same song on the west and south walls.

The Immortal Beasts looked up at the thunderclouds that were gathering all over the sky, and although they didn't understand what they were, their ancient memories still made them feel uneasy by instinct.

Several of the beasts retreated, wanting to leave the shroud of these black clouds, but they didn't want to, and the roar of the Silver Flame Fire Demon King behind them came—the meaning couldn't be clearer, there was no advance or retreat!

Facing the hundred beasts that rushed up again, Xiao Dick closed his eyes, it's over, this time it's completely confessed! Suddenly, a heart-rending shout came from the temple, "No, don't do this!"

With the sound, lightning and thunder thundered on the entire eastern city wall, and one by one the underworld beasts hanging high in the air turned into charcoal or were seriously injured, and fell to the ground and died. A black figure flashed, catching a figure that had just floated in the air but suddenly fell to the ground, and the voice of questioning exploded, "Qinglin, how did you get it?"

Xiao Dick was shocked, how could this voice be exactly the same as the voice he sang just now, could he be the real Hu Menglin?

And who is it that sings the song of despair?