At the beginning, the people of the blue wolf tribe still had a bit of luck, thinking that they were all orcs, and these orc armies of unknown origin should not really attack. Only the most core orcs do not have such illusions, and Balintha and Yatutu sternly defeat everyone's illusions. They brandished their battle axes and shouted viciously, "Open your eyes and see who is leading these orc armies? Our benevolent Baroque patriarch forgave his offense, but he came with a larger and stronger army to invade our territory. Even if we are defeated, we will make them pay the price of blood. Rabbit cubs all remember for me, who dares to retreat and fear, Lao Tzu first cut off his head"

Cecil was worried, he couldn't help but shake his head and sigh as he looked at the clansmen who were cowering in the rear! The Blue Wolf Tribe is still developing too fast, from less than 2,000 people at the beginning, to nearly 8,000 now, and it has only been three months in between. Except for the soldiers in the army, who have become resolute and brave because of the harsh training, ordinary orcs still have not shaken off that weak nature. They only came to take refuge because they saw the blue wolf tribe becoming stronger and more prosperous. In the past, it was smooth sailing, but once it encountered a crisis, people's hearts were immediately scattered. Although Cecil also knew that if he could survive this crisis, all orcs' sense of identity with the blue wolf tribe would rise to a big level and truly integrate into it. But............ Can you really make it through? Cecil couldn't help but think of Baroque. This young patriarch is the soul of the tribe, and he is not here now, even the bravest and most loyal warriors have no bottom in their hearts.

Oneto sent a horse out of the fence and shouted for surrender: "Orcs of the Blue Wolf Tribe, you are facing His Excellency Oneto, the Grand Elder of the Great Shamanic Council of Elders. Any resistance from you is pointless, immediately get out of the fence and lay down your weapons. The merciful Elder O'Neto will forgive your impudence. “

Cecil asked in a loud voice through the fence, "Which tribe are you, the orcs, why did you come to attack the territory of our blue wolf tribe, in the name of the spirit of the ancestors, do you want to poison your own orc brothers out of greed like the despicable humans?If so, then my answer is...... Fight to the death!"

Grand Elder Ooneto frowned, and the Broon shaman on the side immediately understood. He exclaimed with a fierce expression, "You stupid fellows, do you dare to raise your sword against the great Elder Onetto?Have you forgotten how the Valley of Miracles protects the survival of the Orcs?The Baroque patriarch of your Blue Wolf Tribe, he has seriously offended the Shamanic Presbyterian Church, and he needs to pay the price...... It's just him, and he has nothing to do with you. There is a limit to our patience. If you don't make the right choice, our warriors will crush you easily. ”

Answering him was the spear thrown by the enraged Yatutu. This strong beast that had a fight with Tulayan was infinitely manpowered, and threw its spear straight at Bron. Before Bron could react and unleash the shaman's power to block, he stabbed the wolf in his crotch. The wolf howled miserably, his left leg was pierced, and his body leaned. Turn Bronn upside down. "This is our answer, to punish our patriarch, you first need to kill everyone in the Blue Wolf Tribe. ”

Damn, Bron was mad, he had never been so embarrassed as he was today. Grand Elder Oneto behind him shook his head, feeling that Bronn was a little embarrassed. He ordered in a deep voice: "In that case, there is nothing to talk about. Attack, kill them. ”

Behind them, 3,000 soldiers belonging to a large tribe got out of the way, allowing the orcs of the small tribe to go up and storm the fence. They feel like they're elite so they don't consume themselves in this kind of boring battle. A rudimentary fence defended by less than 1,000 men. It should be easy to breach.

Unfortunately, the result was completely unexpected, the fence erected was strong enough, and the orcs were all cavalry, with no siege equipment, so they could only choose to climb and climb over after rushing up. Cecil had already retreated to the back with all the ordinary orcs, and the battle ahead was the business of the soldiers, and they would only get in the way.

Balinta and Yatutu were undaunted, and they calmly commanded the warriors to meet the enemy. When the fence was first built, it was already in mind that it would be attacked, so they chose a very clever location for this fence. Any fence on a flat and gently sloping area. All of them are barbs of sharp wooden stakes that make the enemy dare not approach at all, otherwise they will wait to be pierced. Only a fence gate was built in the middle, but the terrain here is steep. There aren't too many people who can walk side by side at all. Therefore, the large number of enemies that seemed to be swarming towards them were actually only a few dozen people when they approached the fence gate. The warrior of the blue wolf tribe pierced the spear in his hand through the gap in the fence. The blood splattered with the terrible screams of the orcs and the immediate collapse of their bodies. In a short period of time, the spear kept piercing. There are also warriors in the back who throw spears and leap over the fence to attack the enemy. Blood soon flowed in front of the fence gate, and no one would think of treating the wounded at such times, and those fallen orcs became stepping stones for those who came after. They stepped on the bodies of their companions and continued to pound.

I have to say that at least in terms of not being afraid of death, no race on the continent of Sauron can compare with the orcs. Soon there were already orcs stepping on the piled corpses of their companions and rushing to the top of the fence, about to climb over. Atutu roared, and his beastly aura suddenly exploded, like a lion in human form, jumped onto the fence gate, brandished a huge battle axe, and slew the orcs who pounced on him like chopping melons and vegetables. Immediately after, more than a dozen Blue Wolf Tribal warriors under his command who had also cultivated the Beast Battle Qi also jumped onto the fence gate. Led by Yatutu, they slaughtered into the crowd of beasts outside the door, and almost every swing of the flying battle axe took a life. Soon the door was empty, except for the dead bodies on the ground and the thick blood plasma, all the living people were more than ten feet apart, and they were temporarily frightened!

"Unexpectedly, this blue wolf tribe still has so many soldiers who can fight beasts?plus the mysterious power of their leader,...... This tribe must be in the hands of them. Oneto's face darkened in thought, his greed more certain. Turning around, he commanded: "Bron, you lead our battle shaman to attack once, if it still doesn't work, you can only let Sebastu take Beamon up and destroy the fence." "Among the people that Onetto brought this time was a strong Beamon beastmaster. Although he didn't like Sebasto, and felt that he lacked respect for the shamans, he could only ignore it if he needed to use his power later.

Elder Bronn was a blue-robed priest, one level higher than the Battle Sacrifice. He smirked and led the battle shamans forward, their totem poles standing at their feet. The Balintha and Yatutu in the fence immediately felt very bad, the enemy in front of them was the same shamanic sacrifice as the Baroque patriarch, their abilities were mysterious and powerful, could they still hold it?

Unbeknownst to them, Bronn quickly emitted a blue light following the chanting of the incantation, and a looming python appeared on the totem pole, accompanied by a sharp drop in the air around him. A bucket-sized pillar of ice appeared out of thin air and slammed into the wooden fence in front of it. With a boom, a creaking sound, and a man hugging the fence made of thick wood actually knocked out a large hole for one person to pass. Wood chips are splashed with the ice. The only thing that was lucky was that the Balintha reacted in time and dodged the deadly attack, only two soldiers were injured by the broken wooden blocks.

Immediately after that, all the battle sacrifices chanted incantations to bless the surrounding orc soldiers. The orcs, who had just sprouted timidity and fear, roared and rushed through the hole as if they had been beaten with chicken blood. They are truly fearless of death, and some even climb the sharp wooden stakes on both sides, allowing the stakes to cut through their bodies, leaving wounds all over their bodies without stopping.

Yatutu knew that it was not good, so he yelled and led all the soldiers to block the gap. Without looking back, he shouted to Balinta: "Balinta, quickly find a way to escape, go and report to the tribe, I will resist them here, and escape from the back mountain." ”

"I can't leave you behind, Yatutu, do you think I'm an orc who is greedy for life and afraid of death?" Barinta roared.

"Damn, it's useless for you to stay, you'll just fight and die with us. Hurry up and go back so that our people can get ready. Yatutu's face was covered with blood, and the strength of the attacking enemy at this time increased greatly, as if he had changed people. Even when facing the Double-Headed Eagle, an elite army of humans, that's just the case. He knew that this was the terrible thing about a battle shaman. Not only did it make the soldiers under his command fearless of death, but it also made them become more powerful in a certain period of time. Although this period of time will not be too long, the key is ...... Will he be able to hold out for that long, not to mention that behind this group of enemies, there is still a certain behemoth that has not been dispatched. Once that beast Beamon stepped forward, I'm afraid the fence defenses would be crushed by a single blow!

Already feeling the tremendous pressure, Yatutu anxiously scolded: "Balinta, don't fucking look like an orc girl, go away! ”

Balinta gritted his teeth, turned and rushed backwards, he shouted: "Yatutu, you bastard, you must give me life, we haven't followed the Baroque patriarch to restore the prestige of the beast clan, you are not allowed to die so soon." ”

Seeing Balintha running to the back mountain, Yatutu finally breathed a sigh of relief. Although the back mountain is a cliff, they have long made a retreat arrangement, there are a few ropes to climb down, and there is a group of horses underneath, which can be ridden back to the blue wolf tribe. These enemies of the Shamanic Elders came in such a hurry that they should not have had time to discover it.

The enemy finally breached the fence gate, and the soldiers of the Blue Wolf tribe suffered heavy casualties, and when the gate was torn down, Yatutu licked the blood from his lips, he knew that it was time for him to die in battle!

Yatutu had never been afraid of death, and none of the people who had followed the Baroque from the gravel wastes to the northern tundra had ever been afraid. He just felt a little regretful that he could not continue in the footsteps of the Baroque. I'm really looking forward to how the Blue Wolf Tribe will be in the future and how famous it will be, Monarch Landing on the Continent! Unfortunately, he may not see it!

Before he had time to think about it, he swung his tomahawk and met the horde of enemies who pounced on him! )