With the sound of killing around him, and the flames and stones that kept falling from the sky, Lucius finally drove the mechanical motorcycle into the battlefield of the orcs and the High Elves.

After a loud "boom", a metal ball of flame fell from the sky, and happened to land not far from Oliver's side, Oliver was already stunned by the metal fireball, and did not know how to deal with it, but fortunately, the mechanical motorcycle carrying him reacted on its own, successfully avoiding the splash of flames and iron slurry.

Steamed by the scorching flames, Oliver gradually came to his senses, looked at the burning pit not far behind him, and couldn't help but exclaim: "Oh my God, this, this is too fierce, isn't it? Just now I, I almost, almost died at that point, can we really cross this battlefield?"

As soon as Oliver's frightened shouts fell, Pris approached him from behind him and said, "Alright, don't scream, keep an eye on the front." ”

Hearing the words of Pwis behind him, Oliver wanted to sneer at him, but suddenly saw a fireball mixed with thunder coming towards him, Oliver didn't care about Pwis behind him, screamed and turned the car to avoid it.

However, in the panic, although Oliver turned the head of the car to avoid the thunder fireball, he did not pay attention to the stones that hit behind him, and while avoiding the thunder fireball, the stones behind him had fallen from the sky.

Seeing that the stone was about to hit Oliver, suddenly a fireball flew out of Psis's hand and hit the falling stone, shattering the stone directly.

Being hit on the head by the gravel, Oliver finally came to his senses and understood that he could be regarded as a narrow escape from death just now, otherwise he would be hit by the huge stone, even if he would not be stoned to death, he would be hurt by the stone, even if he was a holy step, the heavy stone would make him hurt internally.

Lecius at the front. At this time, I turned around and looked at Oliver and Puccis and the others, and saw that several people were struggling to walk through the battlefield.

Lucius shouted to the six, "You can hand over the control to the mechanical motorcycle, then you only need to pay attention to the attack from behind, and the attacking mechanical motorcycle in front will help you avoid it." ”

Listening to Lucius's words, Oliver, Pwis and the others immediately reacted, remembering that the mechanical motorcycle under them could drive on their own, so they all did what Lucius said, and completely handed over the driving right to the mechanical motorcycle. They all sat upside down, keeping an eye out for attacks behind them.

After being reminded by Lucius, the speed of the convoy suddenly increased a lot, and there was almost no need to worry about the various attacks falling from behind.

Garush, who had already stood on the tall catapult, with the help of a telescope obtained from the Tudor family, soon spotted seven figures rampaging through the battlefield.

Seeing those figures galloping across the battlefield, he wondered to himself, "Damn, what the hell are those seven guys? How dare they cross the battlefield?"

At some point, Salonte had also climbed onto the catapult. Looking into the distance, he heard the words of Garoosh next to him, and guessed in a low voice: "Could it be that person?"

Garroush lowered the binoculars from his eyes and turned his head to look at Salonte, who was standing behind him. He frowned and asked, "Which one?" do you know who it is?"

Salonte lowered his head and muttered, "The only person who can have the courage to cross the battlefield may be that person, the descendant of the ancient clover family from beyond the plains in the mouth of the Great Chief. ”

"What?" Garoosh was startled when he heard this. Pointing to the distance with a telescope, he said, "You, you say, those guys who tried to break through the battlefield." Is it the Shamrock family, the guy who made a deal with the Great Chief, and gave the Great Chief their support?"

Faced with Garush's surprise, Salonte looked at the battlefield in the distance and said, "I'm afraid it's that person, otherwise who would want to cross this battlefield at this time?"

"No, it can't be, how could that man be here?" Garush still looked horrified, unwilling to believe that Salonte's guess was correct.

In fact, according to the tradition of the half-orcs, the benefactors who have helped them must remember the kindness of the other party, and Lucius did help the half-orcs in the most difficult time, if it were not for the weapons that Lucius provided to Glenk, I am afraid that Glenk would not have been able to start a riot so smoothly.

Then the orcs will still be in a state of enslavement, and it will be impossible to get rid of the slavery of the Tudor family, let alone talk to the Tudor family on an equal footing as they do today.

Every orc who knew about it knew very well in their hearts that Lucius was kind to their entire orc race, and it was a great favor that they could not repay.

But instead of being grateful, and not paying the highest respect to their benefactors in accordance with the tradition of their ancestors, the orcs tried to seize their benefactors and use them as bargaining chips with them.

They even sent elite iron warriors to wake up and besiege Lucius, destroying the town, and even chasing and intercepting them all the way, and finally forcing their benefactors into the steel plain.

As a half-orc who has always been proud of his tradition, Garoosh knew very well that this was a stain on their entire race, so when he learned that the other party might enter the Iron Plains, Garoosh was very happy in his heart, he felt that at least they did not kill their benefactor, and it was not completely defiled against their race.

But now, the man had stepped out of the steel plains and had broken into the middle of the battlefield, and Garush didn't know what to do.

If he ordered that man to be killed, he and his people would be stained, and Garush wondered if he would have the face to face his ancestors in the end.

But if that person is not blocked, then that person is likely to break through the battlefield and enter the south from the battlefield, then it is equivalent to him letting that person go, which will also bring danger to the entire orc race, once that person frees his hand, I am afraid that he will not let go of the half-orcs.

At this moment, Garrosh was in a dilemma, not knowing what to do with that person, and stood on the catapult and was stunned.

"Lord Garush, Lord Garush, Lord ...... Lord"

Under Salone's constant shouting, Garoosh gradually came to his senses, looked at Salonte blankly and asked, "What's wrong?"

Seeing Garush's unrelenting appearance, Salonte understood that Garoosh had a scruple in his heart, knowing that as a traditional orc, Garoosh was hesitant to make a move against that person.

Salonte whispered: "Lord Garush, in fact, you don't have to worry, we don't need to care about that person now, this is a battlefield, that person has already broken into the battlefield, even if we don't care about him, he may not be able to break out of this battlefield, maybe he will be killed by the high elves on the opposite side?"

Garush, who was still a little confused, suddenly brightened up after listening to Salonte's words, thought for a while and said: "Yes, yes, you are right, since that person broke into the battlefield by himself, then his life or death has nothing to do with us. ”

After a pause, Garush's expression had already recovered, and he continued: "Even if he dies on the battlefield in the end, it has nothing to do with us, and we are not the benefactors who killed the clan. ”

Seeing that Garoosh had recovered, Salonte grinned and said, "Hehe, it seems that you have understood Lord Garush, so in that case, should you listen to my advice and temporarily slow down the attack on the High Elves?"

Hearing this, Garoush's face sank, and he said in a deep voice: "These are two different things, this war is very important to us, and now we cannot retreat. ”

Seeing that Garoosh still insisted on increasing his troops, Salonte could only continue: "It is precisely because this war is important to us that we must be calm and not blindly send troops to die. ”

Garush's face became gloomy, and he and Salonte were again locked into an argument, and the two men looked at each other angrily, and stood on the catapult to start a new round of argument.

On the battlefield, as Lucius and they go deeper and deeper, they will no longer be attacked by magic and stones falling from the sky, and at the forefront of the place, the two armies are engaged in a head-to-head confrontation, without too much magic and stones, here is just a fight between warriors and warriors, and both sides are facing each other head-on with flesh and blood.

In the frontal flesh and blood confrontation, the orcs obviously have the upper hand, and the half-orc warriors are much stronger than the high elf warriors in terms of strength.

Although it is not the orc elite who rush to the forefront now, and there are not many steel warriors wearing metal armor, their individual strength is still stronger than that of the high elves.

Strong physique and brute strength, the orcs almost have an advantage in the frontal confrontation, and the High Elf warriors often have two or three in order to entangle a half-orc warrior without being killed by the half-orc warrior.

However, the High Elves are not as good as the Orcs in their individual skills, but they know how to use the power of the group, they always deal with a Half-Orc warrior in two or three together, and most of the High Elves who rush to the front line have close cooperation with each other, using some formations to deal with the Orcs.

Therefore, although the High Elves were at a disadvantage, the orcs did not form an overwhelming advantage, and the battle between the two sides on the front line still looked extremely tragic.

Seeing the fighting of those orcs and high elves, Lucius felt that compared to the fact that he had ordered the mechanical corps to kill thousands of Tudor warriors, it was not a war at all.

On the battlefield in front of you, there are almost everywhere you are fighting, from one or two people, to dozens of people, to hundreds of people, or even thousands of people, the shouts of killing are always in your ears, and there are soldiers falling in a pool of blood every moment, and it is simply a killing field in front of you. (To be continued......)