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A new directive was issued from the temporary command center, and with the Astral Knights as the command node, the Wizards of the Puppet Legion began to show their fangs and claws.

The mobilized Warcraft nobles pulled up a large number of Beastmen motley armies and began to confront the pioneer troops.

The basic puppet legions, led by the Knights of the Astral Plane, began to clash with these motley armies. The mighty Astral Knights, with their steel and Achilles heavy armor, have virtually ignored the Beastmen's elemental attacks, and their chainsaw swords and elemental blasters have become a nightmare for the orc race.

The blade of the chainsaw sword easily tore through the seemingly indestructible and elemental resistant skin of the Warcraft man, and there was no complete corpse under the blaster, and the attack power of the blaster reached the high level of the third-level wizard apprentice, and it could also be adjusted to a greater power and rapid-fire state, which was not at all something that these orcs who had not even derived from the basic civilization and system could resist.

The intensity of the battle increased day by day, and soon, more and more Warcraft led the forcibly recruited Beastmen to participate in the battle, and the pioneer troops faced dozens of times more enemies each time.

But none of the Astral Knights are afraid, and since the quality of the enemy is terrible, they can only accumulate their own merits through quantity.

Every recruit imagined that after this battle, they would have a silver star on their chest, preferably golden.

The basic puppet legions, which have no intelligence and operate according to a fixed procedure, only use their weapons to slash at their enemies, the metal bodies ignore the attacks of the strong beastmen, and the enchanted single rune is more powerful than ordinary weapons, and the enchanted weapons that are more powerful than ordinary weapons can easily deal with their opponents.

The pioneer troops from the bottom to the middle level to the top level, without exception, all crushed these orcs, knowing the intervention of some powerful Warcraft people who have been famous for a long time and have been given special titles, they gradually stopped the rout like a breakdown.

These powerful Warcraft have all reached the level of first-level lifeforms, and their attacks even the mighty Celestial Knights have to be careful, and the Iron Body and heavy power armor of the Star Knights have allowed them to resist the attacks of these powerful Monstermen.

Their elemental blasters and chainsaw swords struggled to maintain their previous overwhelming attack power in front of these powerful Warmen, and the Knights of the Astral Plane fought back and forth with the Warbeastmen.

Willix sits in the rear, armed with power gloves, and several times tries to really participate in the battle on the front line, but is pulled down by the priests and the company commander on the grounds that the two kings of Warcraft who have not yet appeared have not yet appeared.

"You cowardly guys, let me sit in the back every day, when will I really use the power of my power fist?!"

In a frustration of dissatisfaction, Willix was pushed back to his seat by two priests, holding their arms.

Then he saw two priests holding heavy double-sided weapons carved with Ghidorah's heads and directly smashing the heads of several Warmen.

"For the Lord of the Golden Void!!"

The two priests held up the corpse of the severed head of the orc, chanting the name of the Lord of the Golden Void.

At this moment, Willix felt the deep malice of the double standard.

Riders, you pull me and don't let me get on, but you jump up by yourself!

Somewhere on the battlefield, the two-headed King of Warcraft pulled his claws out of one of the Astral Knight recruits.

The two obscene big guys looked at the energy core that shone with a strange light in their claws, and glanced at each other, and a deep greed was revealed in their eyes.

They saw further hope in the energy core of the Astral Knight's body, this special energy source that they had never seen before, a completely new arrangement of energy.

They had been on the battlefield for a long time, and they found that these heavily armored knights had rough skin and thick flesh, and their endurance was amazing, and the Warcraft would be consumed to death by such heavy armored knights under the same level.

However, these heavily armored knights lacked the means of attack, and in the eyes of the two Warcraft kings, the other party was not too strong.

"Maybe we can give it a try, these guys who look like tin cans aren't too strong, and their most powerful being is the guy with big gloves, he's not our match."

A king of Warcraft with a crocodile's head, covered in scale armor, with fine fluff growing in the gaps of the scales, and flashing an electric spark from time to time, said.

He was referring to a warlord who had been pressed into a chair by a double-standard priest.

"Crocodile King, I know that the energy in these cans really makes me feel the progress I haven't seen in a long time."

Another leopard that looks like a man stands up, with two pairs of wings on his back, and looks like an agile player, said.

"But I think we should look at that big guy in the sky more, you can see it."

He is another King of Warcraft who is revered by the Warcraft as the Flying Leopard King, and the Flying Leopard King is more cautious than the Crocodile King, who is good at ambushing and likes to secretly observe.

"I can't wait, no matter what, I can't wait!"

The Crocodile King's vertical pupils snapped into a thin line, and violent words erupted from his big mouth.

He has been trapped in this strength level for more than 300 years, and he doesn't know how long he can live, he has a faint feeling that he is like a creature that has been forcibly stitched together, and he seems to be extremely strong in amphibious strength, but the conflict in his body makes him miserable.

He didn't want to torture like this anymore, even if there was a glimmer of hope, he had to fight for it.

Originally, he still wanted to run away, even the big guy in the sky felt a burst of helplessness, but now it is different, he sees the hope of his future, even if it is a faint light, he has to firmly grasp it.

The energy of a tin can is too little for him, he wants more, he wants everything, he wants that big guy flying in the sky! Now that there is already energy, it turns out that there must be more.

He didn't want to hide anymore, he didn't want to secretly observe the enemy, he wanted to open the enemy's skull and pull out this good thing from the opponent's chest!

Looking at the murderous appearance of the Crocodile King, even the Flying Leopard King, who was no matter how conservative he was, was silent at the moment, why didn't he have the problem of the Crocodile King?

I don't know how long it took, and a dazzling light suddenly lit up in the eyes of the Flying Leopard King, which were originally stagnant.

"Let's go."

The Flying Leopard King, who seemed to have regained something, said this.

"Let's go!"

The Crocodile King nodded viciously, and the two Warcraft kings, known as the myth of Warcraft, turned their heads in unison and set their eyes on the frontline of a strange metal creation on a mountainside.

(End of chapter)