Under Eleanor's guidance, the human coalition fought with passion and hatred, and the arrival of Miss Priest meant victory, but the orc army on the battlefield still did not give up, and perhaps both sides still had to pay hundreds of deaths.

Everyone could feel that the orcs were less confident, they were not so strong and less energetic, and in the face of the human offensive, more and more orcs subconsciously turned their eyes to their khan.

Tujin's face sank like water, and the orc Great Khan could no longer fully concentrate on the battlefield, and from time to time he looked back at the sky-high fire of the camp in the distance.

To make matters worse, he could no longer feel the power of Geush.

The essence of the army of ancestral souls is actually a deal with the main god of the orcs, and through his own promise, through the persuasion of the god Queen Rusek, Tukin finally agreed to the deal: Tujin pleases Geush with powerful conquest and killing, and provides enough energy for Geush with the growth and prosperity of his race, in exchange, Geush allows some orc ancestral souls related to Tukin's bloodline to be separated from his underworld army to assist him in the battle.

Geush is a powerful divine force of chaos and evil, and her priesthood includes "war" and "conquest" of the "orc" realm, and it is difficult to please her, and it is easy to say easy.

Unlike many orc chieftains, Tukin is a very thoughtful orc leader, he has his own ideas, since the Sage Havoc, he has been closely watching the nearby area, he has unified a large number of orc tribes, subdued one follower after another, he could have claimed the king and hegemony in the rocks, but he didn't, on the contrary, he endured it for more than two years, until the primeval red dragon appeared, until the opportunity for goblin war came.

He seized this most precious moment and made a pact with the vengeful primeval red dragon, and he became the greatest winner of the goblin war, and his tribe took possession of a land of ointment, living a life where everyone had enough food and wine and enough females to eat.

But it's not enough, it's not enough.

Tukin has always had a dream: he wants to see the orc banner planted in every human city, he wants to see every orc have an earring strung with elven ears, he wants every dwarf fortress to fall in his hands, he wants his name to be bound to the orc race, and make the orcs great again.

This is an opportunity!

All the orcs had already gone to war, and Tugin knew that if he could win this war, he could buy the tribe a few more years, and as long as he could hold Arabel, the orcs could go from one glory to another.

But now...... Father and Mother, have you really forsaken us?

Tujin couldn't help but think.

Is a future without gods the future that the orcs want?

Tukin didn't know, but the orc khan never pinned all his hopes on the gods, and Tukin was anxious to see the transparent ancestral souls disappear one after another, but he was not panicked like other orcs, on the contrary, he was even more furious, and continued to attack and force Ms. Raul back.

Even if he died, Tukin made up his mind to tell the world through his life.

Orcs are lives too!

Orcs have never only deserved to live in the desert steppe! Woodlands, hills, plains, islands, and river valleys are also the territory that orcs should have!

The mortal world is the hunting ground given to us by Geush, and even the prey dares to resist?

The Great Khan's demeanor was determined, and the skyrocketing momentum also allowed the orcs to barely stabilize the situation.

This is the Khan, this is our Khan!

Khan is still fighting!

As long as Tukin's figure remained on the battlefield, the orcs' courage would never fade, and the elite orc infantry struggled to stop the decline, forming a strong shield wall to protect Tukin from all odds.

But the orcs are being defeated.

Because only the orcs are barely maintaining their morale, and the Hu army has collapsed!

The Great Chief of the Jackals, the obscene-looking Caldecott was already beckoning his troops to retreat, and he continued to roar: "Retreat, retreat~ Yenogu is on top!" The war was lost! If we stay here, we're going to die! ”

"Hurry up and retreat, retreat, ahhhh~"

"Woo woo woo~" The horn of the goblin chief sounded, and the goblins, bear goblins, and goblins immediately responded to the trumpet, and withdrew from the battlefield one after another.

Then there were ogres, trolls, and orc alliances that once seemed impregnable, but with the reversal of the situation on the battlefield, just a few minutes later, the orc army was already at a numerical disadvantage!

They are being defeated.

"Khan, what should I do?"

"My Khan, what should we do?"

"Khan, evacuate, these human shrimps have also suffered heavy losses, we don't want this city, we can retreat to the mountains, to the desert, to the desert, sooner or later we will have to start again."

The great swordsman of Inavo and the shaman of Rusecho persuaded one after another.

Tugin hesitated, the Great Khan of the Orcs knew that this withdrawal, all his efforts all his efforts would be in vain, let alone a few years, and it would be difficult for him to return to this land in his entire life.

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Is this the fate of the orcs?

Tujin stared hatefully at the priest girl who was holding the silver eight-pointed star battle flag and shouting loud slogans, and slammed the ground hard.

"Withdraw!"

"Herald, white hands, dispatch!"

Tugin finally decided to retreat, and the history of the tribe could not end here.

And with his order, in the midst of the orc formation, some strange orcs appeared, these orcs were covered with pus, and the rotten sores on their bodies were constantly flowing with turbid pus, and they opened their mouths to reveal mouths without tongues and foul-smelling liquids that were constantly dripping, and their hands were covered with white ash, and staccato sounds came from the depths of their throats.

A forbidden presence among the orcs, the white hand of Jozos, the god of death and disease.

In the culture of the Orcs, young babies born in each clan are offered to the White Hands, who are left behind if they feel they can be cultivated, and the White Hands themselves are the symbol of the plague, they are the walking plague, and they are also responsible for the ceremonies and burials of the orcs after death.

The White Hand of Jozos were not welcomed by the orc god Guush, and they were not qualified to enter the underworld army of Guush, who feared them but needed them.

And now, the white hands of Jozos have contributed the last of their strength to the tribe, and these shamans strode into the battlefield, their bodies inflated like balloons one by one, exploding with a bang, stinking pus, and yellow-green poisonous fog scattering, forcing the human coalition to halt its advance.

These shamans, feared by the orcs themselves, are covering Tukin's retreat with their lives!

Because they know that the unity of the entire Arabellan orc tribe is tied to Tujin alone!

However, even so, Tukin did not make it to the end.

In the midst of the poisonous mist, something came.

Tugin saw one of his guards cut down, his arm cut off from his shoulder, and the heavily armored orc fell to the ground screaming.

The other Great Swordsman of Inav was slammed in the face by a large metal gauntlet and staggered to the ground. A two-handed knife pierced his breastplate, and he was lifted alof, then flung off the blade with a contemptuous swing.

The half-orc Doherty came, carrying a terrible rage, he was like a demigod, killing a way through the orc line, his body repeatedly rotated, like a perpetual motion machine, taking advantage of the panic of the orc's retreat to kill a gap, his blade like the wind, the whirlpool that rolled up to blow away the thick fog caused by the self-explosion of the white hands.

Then, Doherty began to spin.

A whirlwind of blades directly blocked Tukin's path, and he turned the orc's retreat route into a processing plant for orc meat sausages.

It's this orc! It's this orc again!

Tugin swore he would not be too much to curse this orc with any language, any magic, any means!

This half-orc has killed from the beginning of the war to the present, and the number of soldiers who have died at his hands is definitely more than a hundred, causing great trouble to the orcs.

Why? Why are you working for the enemies of the orcs, why, why is this guy on the side of the humans? Don't you know that only we can truly bring our own glory to the orcs?

Tukin was tempted to question the "beast fried", but he soon found himself surrounded as Doherty slowed their retreat in front of them.

The light of several magic arrows flashed, and the two guards in front of Tujin were killed by the arrows that were pierced through the eyes.

The Snow Elf siblings Rellta and Yin Wenna also joined the battle, following behind Millman Lauer and gazing at the orcs with disdain and disgust, already enjoying the pleasure of slaughtering orcs in their minds.

Countess Arabelle looked at the orc Great Khan in the dark night with a cruel smile: "Tukin, how did you escape?" ”

"Our duel isn't over yet!"

Enraged, the Great Khan of the Orc brandished his weapon, slicing a falcon guard in half and pushing the Phoenix Legionnaire's heavy shield open, the transcendent weapon tearing through the air, condensing the light and tearing apart the fabric of reality.

The spear of bone passed through the chest of the first knight like paper, piercing him up. With a swing of his knife back, Tugin stabbed the blade deep into the armored chest of another Phoenix Guard soldier, lifting the desperate soldier high into the air and flicking him and his weapon over his shoulders.

The Great Khan of Orcs was brave, but his guards became fewer and fewer, and his line grew thinner and thinner, until he was surrounded in the middle.

The spear pierced Tukin's body, he staggered, but refused to fall to the ground, the machete in his hand slashed over a falcon guard and cut it in two, facing the heavily armored unit even the khan's saber could not hold it for too long, and quickly rolled the blade.

Two blades stabbed into his body from under his armpits, stunning, and he slashed them over with his curly machete, his eyes searching for a way to escape but finding nothing, he was like a trapped beast, desperate but still stubborn.

Relying on his master-level prowess, Tugin slew wave after wave of enemies, but each charge of the human coalition left new scars on his body.

One spear, two spears, one sword, two swords, three swords.

Missed, missed, lost, stoned, magical.

There were more and more wounds on his body, and there were fewer and fewer orcs around him, and when the last of the guards fell, and a group of soldiers of the Phoenix Legion held his shield against him, and pierced his body through the gaps in the shield with seven or eight spears, Tugin was finally forced to kneel.

Seeing Doherty approaching quickly, Tukin said resentfully, "Geush curses you! You bastard! ”

"Geush?" Doherty gestured at the longsword in both hands, and the orc swordmaster said disdainfully, "I have already served a more powerful being. ”

With that, Doherty was about to swing his knife and take off Tukin's head.

Winding Arrows!

The half-orc was only halfway through the action, and the snow elf brother and sister made a move, and a wound arrow left Doherty tied in place, and the soldiers quickly got out of the way, and Millman Raul appeared in front of Tukin again, looking at her enemy with a triumphant and murderous gaze: "Do you have any last words?" ”

"It's a shame I couldn't kill you last time, but my death won't be the end." "This is just the beginning," Tukin said disdainfully, "and you will understand that the orcs will forever rebel against you and plunder you, and you will not be able to achieve true victory until the last drop of blood of the last orc in this land is drained." ”

"Well, let's do it." Millman Raul nodded comfortably to enjoy Tukin's last words, and Countess Arabelle screamed, she raised her sword and stabbed it straight into Tukin's face, following her eye sockets, the blade sinking deep into the eye socket of the orc Great Khan, and everyone could hear the rattle of the tip of the sword and the cranium.

But Lady Raul was not satisfied, and she continued to push the blade, twisting the hilt vigorously, and the Ranger of Tymora unleashed the remnants of his magic in one go.

Two milky white fluids mixed with yellow and red erupted from Tujin's nostrils, and the unquenchable light in the eyes of the orc Great Khan vanished.

He's dead.

…………

In the orc camp, Aaron could already hear cheers in the distance and the sound of the orcs fleeing.

The Children of Chaos were unusually silent at this time, after a series of battles, the entire orc camp had been almost razed to the ground, Tukin's tent had also collapsed, and Disma rummaged through it, but did not find anything of value, which was in line with the impression that Tukin had always been a sympathetic to his people.

The power of abusiveness has been activated, and this new power needs to be mastered by Aaron little by little.

Two totem poles fell, and the souls inside were eaten, one shattered, and one broken in two.

Scarbrand was banished, and Geush's attack left the Eternal Wanderer with nothing left of ashes.

Disma survived, his dagger and scimitar broken, and despite his bruises, he proudly held his shotgun.

Eleanor was sent to the main battlefield by Aaron using Tzeentch Frisbee, and Aaron poured all his miraculous powers into the eight-pointed star battle banner over there.

Samir was seriously injured, the sorcerer was almost dead, and he forcibly hung a breath, and when Aaron arrived, Aaron could not do much, he released a life healing magic for Samir, but it didn't seem to work well.

Aaron found a little higher, and in the darkness he barely made out the battlefield in the distance.

The orcs are finished, but the humans have also sacrificed greatly, Arabelle has taken it back, but this is only the beginning, the land that has been ruined by the orcs for a year, it will take three years or more to return to its original state, the blood of humans and orcs has watered this land, and the humans have finally regained the ownership of this place, but it is just ......

Too much sacrifice......

Aaron silently watched the battlefield, and above his head, the moonlight, symbolizing the Silver Madonna of Suren, was shining.

Too much pain......

Aaron recalled his conversation with the Emperor, and at this moment, he finally understood the painstaking efforts of the Lord of Mankind.

Sacrifice is the cornerstone of human survival, blood is the fertile soil for the growth of human civilization, the battle will never end, although the sky is always full of darkness, but in the hearts of human beings, the dawn has never been extinguished, we eagerly look forward to the day when human beings can enjoy happiness and peace forever, but before that, human beings must first survive.

And that's what sacrifice is all about.

"Is that what you're trying to tell me? The Emperor? Aaron looked up at the sky, he felt the new strength surging in his heart, and the sound of abusive breathing was faintly audible, but he was no longer afraid.

for he has turned this curse into power!

As the torches drew nearer, groups of soldiers approached the orc camp, and they saw Aaron, who looked at them, and there was silence on both sides.

After a few seconds, Aaron raised his fist and shouted.

"Today...... It is a victory for humanity! ”

"We won! We won, we won, we won~"

The roar of the army was deafening, and the soldiers chanted their promises, praised Aaron and his squad, and struck the ground with the handles of their weapons:

"yes yes yes!"