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There was a dragon raging in the sky, and a large number of soldiers either fled in all directions or were burned to death by the dragon flames. And those armies that were protected by mages just now also fell into fear and confusion after mages were killed by orc sneak attackers one by one.

Davenport, who had regained his senses, was not reconciled, and he also wanted to fight and send out the most elite guards around him to protect the magicians from regrouping. But soon he despaired, this time in utter despair without any suspense!

After many days of scuffle, the land under his feet has long been trampled without grass, and even some of the surrounding shrubs and dense forests have long been swept away. But at this moment, at the foot of Davenport, strange plants emerged from the ground soaked in blood-cement slurry, sprouted and branched, and spread rapidly. Almost a few breaths away, a series of vine ramparts were formed, entangled with each other, separating Davenport from the surrounding rebels. His escort was so frightened that they rushed to the rescue of the magicians, swooping down on the vines and slashing at them, trying to rescue the master.

It's a pity that this is a wonderful plant of the elves, extremely tough, and even the sword can only leave a shallow slash mark. Often, when one vine breaks, ten grow out at once. Seeing Davenport wrapped in vines in the middle, no one can save him!

This is not just the case for Davenport, but in many places, where a large number of magicians are swept away by the vines and wrapped in balls. The elves came to the aid of the orcs, which can be said to be a bloody investment, you must know that it is very difficult to cultivate this plant, and they only used it once last year, when the Samoa Empire encircled and suppressed the elite army of the Holy See.

The boss was strangely imprisoned, and without a commander, the human army was left to fight on its own. And at this time, they were panicking, who would have the fighting spirit? Baroque saw all this, and he finally ordered the orcs around him to blow the horn of the all-out attack!

The orcs, who had just been exhausted and panting, were shocked when they heard the sound of the horn. Their fighting spirit was instantly vigorous. The first orc began to hammer the chest, then the second, the third...... All the orcs hammered their chests, their battle axes and heavy swords, and strode with an earthquake-like roar. The shaman priests behind them who have exhausted their soul power. Desperately trying to unleash the shamanic light on the orcs once again, making their fighting spirit even higher.

On the far sides of the battlefield, two horns were heard! Tulayan and Angre, each leading a team of 10,000 people, appeared at the far end and swooped back into the battlefield. They were the last resort of the Baroque ———— in case the main battlefield collapsed. The sudden killings of Tulayan and Angre can also delay a little, causing a riot for the enemy and buying a little respite from the main battlefield.

The appearance of thirty dragons directly crushed the battlefield, and the magical plants scattered by the elven druids instantly imprisoned Davenport, the human commander, and separated him from the army. The human army, which has lost its command, is already on the verge of collapse. The Baroque is in full swing at this time, just right!

It was as if there were enemies everywhere, and there were enemy ambushes everywhere! But when the hearts of the people are scattered, it is over! After another slaughter of the dragons, the terrible and terrifying battlefield finally collapses. First, the formation of a thousand people was defeated and fled, and then the river burst its banks, and the whole line collapsed. Even some die-hard militants, no matter how much they stop the scolding, it will not help.

Baroque did not forget to find Muru in the chaos of the battle, gave him a few words, and then stopped! With the strong help of the dragon, there was no suspense in this battle. He only told Muru to continue to command, and must not give the human race a chance to regroup. It must be bitten to death and chased endlessly. Until there is no possibility of turning over the human army.

The Golden Dragon King was of a noble position, and just now he sprayed the dragon flame at random, and then left the battlefield, guarding the wounded dragon in the rear. The reason why the dragon clan is so small is that it still stands out from the crowd. It's because they are very united with each other, even if they are high kings, they will love an ordinary race.

No matter how tired Baroque was, he immediately unleashed the power of the shaman to heal the dragon's wounds. The power of the magic arrow caused one of the dragon's hind legs to be blown off with a large chunk of flesh, almost visible to the bone. Fortunately, the bones were not broken. Bathed in the white light of the witch doctor's healing, the terrifying wound, which could barely hold two baroque wounds, was visibly healed with the naked eye, and quickly recovered. Except for the scale armor on the surface, some of which are slightly lighter in color, there is no abnormality at all.

Baroque withdrew his hand breathlessly, while the Golden Dragon King who was watching from the sidelines was already stunned in shock, as if he had seen a miracle! Even if the healing power of the shaman witch doctor is magical, it can't be so powerful and incredible, right?

The healed dragon fluttered its wings for joy, thanked Baroque, and flapped its wings into the sky, except for a little slowly, fully recovered!

Baroque looked back at Obasetita and said with a smile: "Obasetta, I really didn't expect you to come in person, I have to sincerely thank you, you are a true friend of the orcs!

Some of the distracted Obasekita didn't hear what Baroque said, and it wasn't until he shouted loudly that the Dragon King came back to his senses: "Oh, it's nothing, just like you once helped us, the Dragons have always been sincere with their true friends." ”

The boundaries between the two races have gone beyond the boundaries of ordinary allies, and they can be considered brothers. Although in the past, dragons and orcs were enemies, that was the past, and now, under the rule of Baroque and Obasetta, they will be highly aligned and face the challenges of enemies, especially the Terrans!

Oh, and the elves!The dragon king specially told Baroque: "Her Majesty the Empress was supposed to come in person, but for some reason, it seems that something has happened, and she has to send the elven druids to lead a team of elite hunters to help. And she asked me to apologize to you. ”

Baroque frowned! For a short time in the past, he also noticed that something seemed to be going on the continent, but at that time, he was in full swing with the human army, and he didn't care about it, and now when he heard the Dragon King mention it, his feeling at that time became clear!

"It's true that something is happening, and I'm aware of it, but I'm not on Dragon Island, I'm not in the ancestral land, and my perception isn't as acute as that of the Elven Empress. But it was a bad feeling, as if there was a sense of impending disaster, and for a moment, it was as if darkness was coming out of nowhere. "So we decided to let her stay and go to the elven altar to seek the guidance of the elven goddess, while I came to reinforce you." Maybe when I go back, the Empress will have an answer!"

The battlefield was not a good place to talk, Baroque healed the wounded dragon, and then apologized to the dragon king: "Sorry, Obasakita, the battle is not over yet, we can't entertain the dragons and elves yet, and we will have a good talk after the humans are destroyed or expelled from the orc territory." ”

"Baroque, we're here to help you fight, not to play, let's go, let's continue to fight side by side! Haha, there aren't many opportunities to chase the ass of the human army like this!"

"Well, then you wait a minute, and I'll have a few words with the elven druids. Baroque replied, then looked at an elven druid who was walking towards him, a druid elder who was the leader of the elven reinforcements. The two greeted each other and talked a few words. The elves helped a lot this time, and if it weren't for their magical plants that bound Davenport and a large number of human mages, the war wouldn't have gone so smoothly. The next step was to pursue the human rout, and without the help of the elves, Baroque asked the elves to stay, and together with an army of orcs who had taken care of the aftermath, to free the bound controllers and magicians, and then imprison them to be dealt with when he returned.

The Druid Elder gladly agreed to Baroque's request, and he didn't need them to fight anyway, which was exactly what he wanted.

After dealing with it properly, the Dragon King and the dragon that had recovered from his injuries flew into the sky, and the Baroque also fused the Thunder Eagle Beast Armor, beckoned the herald around him, and asked him to deliver the message to the Valley of Miracles in the rear, and then flew into the sky with his wings, chasing the Dragon King and rushing in the direction of the human retreat!

The defeat was like a mountain, and I didn't feel it before, but now I really feel it. The human race still has an army of more than 800,000, which is four times more than the less than 200,000 orcs who can fight after the battle. But the situation in front of him is that the orcs are chasing the ass of the human and attacking.

The human cavalry has long since been wiped out, and how can the remaining infantry, with only their own two legs, outrun the orcs who are all cavalry? Almost a defeated army of tens of thousands of people was surrounded, and the orcs of several legions around them went up together and killed them all. Then they continued to disperse separately and pursued the next group of defeated troops.

In the beginning, even if the defeated human army was defeated, it was still stubbornly resistant, and almost no surrendered. Later, when they were exhausted from running and had reached the limit, the last breath of the army also dispersed, and people who begged for mercy and surrendered began to appear. At this time, it shows the temperament and style of the orc generals.

Tulayan and Yatutu completely ignored it without accident, even if the defeated human soldiers knelt down and begged for mercy, they still ruthlessly killed them all, in their eyes, the best human race was the dead human race, and the two of them could be described as the iron-blooded militant faction of the beast race.

Muru and Lorne Khan, on the other hand, were much calmer, and the defeated troops who begged for mercy were all cleared of their weapons, tied their hands behind their backs, and escorted together, waiting for the Baroque to fall. As for the more intelligent and thoughtful people, like Angel and Plotoya, they also sent people to the back to ask for the opinion of the Baroque.

The Baroque and the Dragon King soon flew over the defeated army, seeing a very different way of disposing of their captives. His father was Obasekita, who died under the vile siege of the Holy See, and never left a prisoner in all the battles with the Terrans. He was impressed with the legions commanded by Tulayan and Yattutu, and flew over, with a cheerful dragon roar, to drive the defeated human army into the pockets of Tulayan's army. No matter how many people die, he will only be happier.

Baroque frowned, it was not his intention to massacre the human race like this. That will only make the person who surrenders to Cheng feel unstable in his heart. After all, the orcs are bound to swallow a large part of Odria's territory in the future, and the humans on it will definitely not be able to kill all of them. Orcs and humans always have to get along, and brutal slaughter alone will not solve the problem. (To be continued.) )