Greg is an old man in the Black Heart Executor, but he is not very capable. He relied on Hanseatic Blackheart's connections to lead an orc army as the leader of the attack on Gwangseong Pass.

He understood that he was incompetent, so he did not fight Horace for power before.

But he was becoming more and more disappointed with the undead.

The successive defeats even made him wonder if the Undead Empire had colluded with humanity in an attempt to weaken the power of other races in order to achieve greater benefits.

But this is obviously not in line with common sense, even if the undead want to turn their faces, but the Wind Extinguishing Castle has not yet been breached, and now is obviously not the time.

But there is no need to think about this now, at present, the most important thing is to break through the obstacles in front of you, so as to find a glimmer of life.

Greg's eyes were fixed on the team in front of him.

An offensive formation of orcs and ogres is advancing along the mountain path.

Orcs are better, they are used to fighting in the forest and grasslands, and although they are not as nimble as werewolves, they are better than those humans.

But those ogres who are more than two meters tall and appear to be obese will not work.

These ogres can erupt at incredible speeds on flat ground, but in this rugged mountainous terrain, it is a bit difficult to walk.

Soon, the front arrow formation began to gradually disintegrate, and the ogre on the left flank began to fall behind.

Greg frowned deeply and looked at Somerfeld, the ogre leader beside him.

"Sommerfeld, maybe you should take out the props, so that the entire formation is ruined by your team!"

"Greg! I don't have any of those things, if you do, lend them to me!" Somerfeld said nonchalantly as he continued to bite his bloody thigh.

"Sommelfeld, you're really kidding, my props have been used in the previous battles, but I don't have anything extra to lend you!" Greg said.

In his heart, he had scolded this obsessive ogre commander countless times, and this guy who was full of food really didn't know how to become the commander of an army.

It's a crisis now, and I'm still thinking about food!

"Kill—"

A shout erupted in the woods.

The darkness of the trees lit up with fires, and groups of humans appeared on the mountainside.

Flame-lit logs followed, and several human soldiers stabbed their spears into the dirt and thrust them upward.

The piles of rolling logs piled up in a trapezoidal shape collapsed directly, and a burning log immediately rolled downward.

The orc hero who led the charge froze his eyes, "Get out of the way!" ”

The orc soldiers who were still charging were suddenly shocked, and they subconsciously wanted to find cover.

But they were stunned to find that the trees around them had already been cut down.

They were still happy that there were no trees to shelter them, but now they were extremely frustrated.

These cunning humans must have cut down all the trees here in advance, leaving only the stumps, but it is impossible for those stumps to escape.

In the midst of these alien terrified gazes, the burning logs crashed down the slope.

An orc warrior looked in horror at the massive rolling logs that came from the impact, and he subconsciously plunged his spear into the dirt to resist the impact.

But with the crisp sound of wood breaking, the spear snapped so easily that it couldn't even slow down the rolling timber a little.

The orc warrior was slammed into the rolling log, and flew straight upside down with the force of the impact, causing a scream from the crowd behind him.

But the rolling log had already rushed into the crowd in an instant, and a large number of orc soldiers were directly knocked into the air and knocked down.

The impact of the rolling log is terrifying, and as long as it is stained, it will be seriously injured!

The trail is so steep that it's not easy to climb.

On such a trail, the rolling logs have a terrible impact.

To make matters worse for these aliens, this section of the mountain road is very narrow, but only more than ten meters wide, with cliffs on one side and cliffs on the other, which makes them have nowhere to hide!

Several logs jumped, carrying smoke and dust on a rampage.

The orc hero clenched his long knife and suddenly let out a roar and swung it hard.

The bright sword light bloomed in the dark night, and the sword light extended forward for more than ten meters.

The log easily split into two sections under the blade, sliding to the sides, without the previous impact.

But that doesn't solve the problem.

More rolling logs rumbled down in the back.

The orc hero's face also changed, and before he could put away his sword, he immediately lowered his body to avoid a jumping log.

But the next log has already rushed, and the orc hero directly blocked with his weapon.

The twin knives only touched the rolling log, and the huge impact force came down the weapon, which immediately made his face change wildly, and he was almost knocked down directly by the impact.

Luckily, the log jumped over his head. Even so, he took a few steps back and almost didn't fall.

In this way, his blood volume has been reduced by one-fifth, and the orc hero no longer dares to resist, so he hurriedly hides next to the mountain wall, these are less likely to be attacked, and he can completely protect himself.

But in this way, the orc soldiers behind were out of luck.

Neither pikemen nor shield soldiers could withstand the onslaught of these rolling logs.

Either they were smashed to pieces, or they were cut off from their hands and feet, and they lay on the ground wailing.

But the orc hero can't do anything for these soldiers, he just has a hard time protecting himself.

But what annoyed him even more was that the ogres were in the rear, right out of the gap, and the impact was much smaller.

And those fat and strong ogre warriors fought in a row, and the thick sticks were stuck into the ground, which was really able to block the impact of some rolling logs.

Although there were also ogre soldiers who couldn't resist the impact and were swept down in one piece, these ogres were physically strong, and most of them were only injured, and after a while they were able to get up again.

“Guu！ Ogre, it's time to beat! ”

Among the ogres, a two-headed ogre is very eye-catching.

He had a stronger and burly body than a normal ogre, with two large heads on his blue neck, one with a single horn and the other with a grimace, and he wore a leather skirt made of animal skins and bones, and a necklace of white bones.

This is the two-headed ogre hero, who serves as a priest in the ogre tribe and presides over sacrifices.

With the roar of the ogre priest, a circle of crimson light spread, and all the ogres were blessed with bloodlust, their eyes turned red, and their muscles bulged, roaring to block the impact of the rolling log.

At this time, the orc soldiers in front had already been defeated by the rolling logs, and only a few of them were spared by hiding on the side of the mountain wall.

In a large area, the weeds were scorching and burning, and large corpses were lying.

The corpses of these orcs were extremely miserable, and after being hit and constantly crushed, they had long been unrecognizable, and the blood had stained the land red.

But above, the human rolling log attack has not stopped, which makes the alien army extremely tormented.

It could only continue to endure such fierce attacks on the rugged mountain road, and people kept falling, and the wails resounded through the night.

After a few minutes, the speed of the rolling log on top began to thin.

The orc heroes have seen that there are not many rolling logs in those human reserves.

Now it's time for them to fight back!

The orc hero shouted, and was about to charge.

The woods rattled above, and a number of archers appeared above the key firing positions.

These archers wore black leather armor and eagle-headed helmets, and hidden beneath the helmets were piercing-like eyes.

And the two-meter-high rhino horn bow behind it is an extremely powerful deterrent!

High-level archers!

A bad premonition rose in the heart of the orc hero.

There are hundreds of high-level archers on the other side! And in such a dangerous terrain, such a high-level archer can exert terrifying power!

But the orc hero was relieved again, and now the distance between the two sides was more than 700 meters, even if the other party occupied a favorable position, it could not effectively threaten them.

Xun You stood on top of the rock, coldly watching the battle situation below.

As he expected, these barbarians were unprepared against the movements of the Eagle Archer.

"Aim at those ogres, shoot!" Xun You waved his feather fan and ordered coldly.

The hundred-volt eagle shooters were divided into three teams, with almost no dead spots below.

The human-tall eagle bow was pulled apart, and the pitch-black arrows reflected the cold light.

With Xun You's order, the arrows came out in unison, and the sound of the bowstring was like a thunderbolt.