When it comes to the cooperation of the group, the demons are far inferior to the human race. Compared to the demon army, they only gathered together, and they still had the kind of thinking of fighting separately in their bones. On the other hand, on the Terran side, close cooperation can produce more combat power than simply adding up the number of people, and what one warrior can't do, multiple warriors can do.

And this good habit is well conveyed to his allies.

It was already early afternoon, and the orc army had just arrived in the area, so they began to camp in full swing.

The sturdy orcs walked around the camp, and some of the orcs who followed behind were easily more than one meter nine tall, and the muscles on their bodies bulged like fluffy bread, except for hairless or fluffy ears on their heads, and long or short tails flicking around behind their buttocks, which really made the scene a surreal thing.

However, the most courageous is the orc who walks in front of you.

The height is easily more than two meters, and the muscles of the whole body seem to explode in the next moment, which supports the entire clothes rack, but it still gives people a feeling of tight springs.

It means that there is still room for the muscles of this body to swell to the extreme.

As the group walked, the man at the head suddenly stopped and turned his head to look at the sky outside the tent.

Above that sky, there were several flying demons that were demon sentinels circling back and forth, and their mouths emitted a piercing hiss that made goosebumps all over their bodies. This unpleasant sound made the orc at the head frown.

"I said that we can't think of a way, if we let it go, it will affect the rest of the soldiers. ”

"Understood, General Gagalen. Send your warriors to shoot them down!" The orc who followed him respectfully agreed.

"No need, we're not here to do this kind of thing. The orc general named Gagallen scratched the short ears of his furry brown bear, and his eyes searched the ground beneath his feet. "Well, I'll take a look at ......"

The orcs, who were guardsmen, looked puzzled, not knowing what their general wanted to do.

Finally Gagallen stopped in front of a stone that was buried in the ground with a slightly sharp corner.

Then he inserted one hand directly into the hard earth, just like inserting it into the soft tofu without hindrance. Under the stunned gazes of the other orcs, the ground shook slightly. He lifted a huge stone several times larger than Gagallen and more than five meters tall with one hand, like pulling out a radish in a field, leaving a large pit in the ground that was worthy of the depth of a trap.

"Sigh~" Galen took a sloppy aim, and it was true, the shell was so huge that it was like throwing a ball into a tire-sized net pocket without difficulty.

Then the flying monsters hovering in the sky only had time to hear the sound of the wind breaking from afar, and when they realized it, they only had the impression that the stones were rapidly magnified, and the cannonball-like stones shattered one of them on the spot. The scattered flesh and blood were like shotguns, hitting all the surrounding flying monsters and falling from the sky.

Just one hit. The retinue who were already so shocked that they didn't know what to say, although they had heard of this person before, their strength level was still beyond imagination.

The previous brave man's companion, the orc warrior: Gagaren Buffett, came at this time as the general of the orc army.

For orcs, the most proud thing is that there is no race in the entire Gadia continent that can match the physical skills and martial arts and the use of various weapons. Even when it comes to the study of magic, it can be said that he has made the most of his body's strengths.

Then, the direction in which this orc army headed was the handsome tent of the human army.

"Oh~ old friend, it's been a long time!" "Gagallon, who walked into the tent, opened his hands and walked enthusiastically towards the human swordsman in the middle.

"You too, stinky brown bear. Twenty years later, you're still alive and well. Horst, who was also a fellow Brave Companion, smiled lightly and stood up to greet the enthusiastic orcs.

The two hammered each other's chests after a brief hug, but they both had happy smiles on each other's faces, which was enough to show the intimacy of their relationship. In the past 20 years, although the number of times we have met is very small, every time we have indulged in drinking and talking, singing loudly until the first dawn of the morning, it is not an exaggeration to call it a good friend for life.

"The same long greetings. "There was another man sitting in the tent.

It was a handsome and somewhat feminine elven male, something that almost all elves had in their genes in common. The age looks young, and the temperament has the calmness of the old age after the accident.

Commander of the Elven Forest in the southern part of the Western Continent of Gadia: Doron Gessomia.

"I'm sorry. As a king, Duolong did not have the arrogance of a king at all, and his attitude of daring to apologize greatly increased his own elegant temperament as a king, "Originally, the person who commanded the elven army this time should not be me, but the original character has a special situation, so I can only come." ”

"It's okay, we've all heard about that elven magician, Gumon Willett, and he's also our friend. Horst said.

"Being able to resist the attack of the Demon King alone, and bring the clan out safely, after so many years, he is still a virtue as we know. Gagallen said.

"But," Horst's face turned, "though we want to visit him now, things can't be delayed. The purpose of all of us gathered here is to discuss how our three armies should act together in the next step. ”

The other two both nodded, and Horst peered through his magic guide [Na Ring], and an extremely detailed geographical map was spread out on the table where the three of them were sitting. Every tree and river is vivid, and the distribution of forces between the enemy and the enemy is clear at a glance. It was a map of the information that the sentinels had discovered at the risk of their lives, combined with the craftsmanship of the dwarves' logisticians who were now in the rear of the army.

As the sound of the three of them beginning to discuss the tactics of this war rang out, the personal guards of the three of them all retreated silently, consciously cooperating, forming a tight cordon around the tent, and even the occasional bug running from the ground was nailed to the ground by the elves with an arrow with accurate archery.

There are many types of demon monsters, and they are all very large and small, all of which are variable, so you can't be unguarded.

In the nervous mood of the guards who held the tent, the tactical plan for the whole war gradually took shape in the discussion of the three of them.

The light of the setting sun faded from the western sky, and a breeze blew and the wind flowed back and forth through the camp, whining in the air.

It is like an ancient horn urging the soldiers of the battlefield to prepare for the charge.