Dick rode on a majestic horse and marched slowly with the army. Next to him was Demichra, who was also riding a war horse. The Abyssal Demon Kings Esbania and Thea followed him as well.

Looking at the current view, I saw that the army going south was bustling and dense, forming a long river of steel, with no end in sight. At the front end of this long river are red-skinned demon clans, and at the back end are Terran soldiers in iron armor.

The demon clan's queue was very loose and messy, and it looked like a large mess of scarlet. They come across as bloodthirsty, furious, and vicious. On the contrary, the Terran soldiers still maintained a neat phalanx during the march. The walls of swords and guns stand like a forest, and the flags flutter like the sea. It gives the impression of coldness, coldness and discipline.

"Newspaper-" A herald rode a fierce fast horse from a distance, and the oncoming wind blew the horse's mane and the soldier's hair up.

He galloped all the way to Dick, rolled his saddle and dismounted, and saluted: "My lord, a large number of refugees have poured in from the south, blocking the way for the army to go south. What should I do about it?"

Dick pinched his chin and groaned for a while, it stands to reason that the army should make way for the people heading north, but Marshal Lupsas is still fighting bloodily on the front line, and the form is precarious, like a building about to fall, and no one knows how long the marshal will be able to hold out under the attack of the orcs with his weak forces. Once the orcs break through the marshal's defenses, the situation will become even more serious.

Thinking of this, Dick said to the herald, "Tell the soldiers to drive the refugees out and open the way for the army to advance." ”

"Yes, as you order!" the herald hurriedly saluted. Then he got on his horse and galloped away. He had to convey Dick's orders to the front of the army in time.

After a while, I saw a vast dust and mist rising from the southern sky. In the midst of the dust is the influx of millions of refugees. If the marching line lined up in a long line of snakes is a magnificent river. Then the current tide of refugees in front of us is an endless ocean.

The refugees were dusty and embarrassed, some alone or with their families, some poor in ragged clothes and thin faces, and some rich men in fine clothes surrounded by servants. Some were commoners on foot, while others were aristocrats in horse-drawn carriages.

In the catastrophe of alien invasion, both the poor. The rich, the officials and the aristocracy, all suffered unprecedented hardships, and they were forced to leave their homes and embark on the vast journey north in the hope of survival. In order to survive, he wandered from place to place, wandering in a foreign land.

At this moment, the soldiers with leather whips appeared, and they put on a menacing face, and the leather whips in their hands slammed into the ground with a crackling sound. They rudely shoved the refugees. In this way, a path was opened for the army to move south.

All those who couldn't dodge were pushed to the ground by these vicious soldiers and lashed twice. The wave of refugees was suddenly chaotic, some were crying, some were screaming. Some shouted, some resisted, but the soldiers ignored it. Speak only with the whip in your hand.

Dick stood in the distance and saw this scene, and sighed in his heart. But of course he wouldn't stop the soldiers. The military situation is like fire, and he is not allowed to think about anything else.

The city of Warren was a military town located in the southern part of the Miro Empire. The walls of the city are thick and dangerous. The head of the city is equipped with more than 200 heavy bed crossbows and 12 magic crystal cannons.

This is the front line of the war between the Terran army and the orcs. In the face of the brazen invasion of the orcs, Marshal Lupsas led more than 300,000 Miro soldiers to garrison troops in the military towns in the south of the empire, relying on the advantage of strong walls and dangerous fortresses to resist the orc troops.

Warren was the focal point of the defense of these important towns, so Marshal Lupsas personally sat here and commanded the city's defenses.

At this moment, the marshal was leaning on the head of the city, looking at the city with a pair of thick eyebrows, and the whole city was already full of corpses, some orcs and some humans, some complete and some incomplete. The blood, long since flowed into a river, overflowed the city, and flowed down the blue city walls.

A major attack by the Orcs had just passed, but Marshal Lupsas knew that within three hours the green-skinned beasts would launch another attack that would be no less impressive.

The surviving soldiers at the head of the city, all sweaty and heavily clothed, despite the fact that Lupsas was beside him, and despite the blood stains on the ground, they all lay down on the ground with their armor on, gasping for breath, seizing this rare opportunity to regain their strength.

Lupsas's gaze was already a little glazed, how many people had died? he couldn't remember, but he remembered that every time the orcs attacked, he sent a team of soldiers to the most dangerous places. I just remember the bad news from the heralds.

Suddenly, there was a sudden sound of war drums from under the city, and it seemed to knock on the hearts of everyone in the city. It was the war drums of the Kodor Knights!The light flashed in Marshal Lupsas's eyes, and he stood upright with his brush and stared down at the city with wide eyes.

Beneath the city, the orc soldiers began to gather again, like waves of green. Dressed in rudimentary leather armor and armed with long knives and axes, the orc soldiers once again launched an attack on the city of Warren!

"Enemy attack!" the sentry's mournful cry resounded through the city. All the soldiers who were resting on the top of the city immediately jumped to their feet. They clenched their weapons tightly and stared at the city, the knots of their hands turning white from overexertion.

At the forefront of the orc ranks were the orc infantry and the orc marauders, the orc infantry had green skin, majestic bodies, tangled and coiled muscles, a vicious face with fangs, they wore horned helmets, armed with sharp knives and axes, and charged forward with fierce roars.

Riding on the back of a wolf-shaped beast, the orc marauders were armed with black steel machetes, their liliang was so large that they could often cut a deep gap in the city wall with a single sword.

In the center of the queue are the Knight of the Kodomon, the Kyodomon is majestic, mighty as a mountain, with its wide open mouth capable of swallowing the enemy alive in battle, and the knights are also flanked by war drums, the roar of the Kodomon is accompanied by the dull sound of war drums, forming a terrifying sound that sweeps all around.

Lined up in Zuihou are the shamans of the orc clan, they are dressed in white, the fur around them is also white, and their bodies are outlined with blood-red magic patterns, and they release a red aura to envelop the orc soldiers in front of them with a wave of their hands, which is a bloodthirsty technique. The orc soldiers who were blessed by the aura immediately skyrocketed in size, and Liliang greatly increased. A bloodthirsty red light erupted in his eyes, terrifying.

Not only on the ground, but also in the air, the orc sky knights and troll bat riders were filled with hideous faces, roaring and swept low into the air, grabbed a Terran soldier and flew into the sky, then released their claws, and smashed the soldier in the claws into minced flesh.

Field Marshal Lupsas galloped into the makeshift headquarters at the head of the city, his eyes bloodshot but glowing with calm and determination. Orders emanated from his mouth, and then were conveyed by the heralds to the whole army.

The archers at the head of the city bent their bows one after another, and for a moment the arrows flew like locusts, falling like rain, and the dense rain of arrows had taken the lives of nearly a hundred orcs in an instant, and the bright red blood sprayed fiercely.

The reeds of the crossbow in the city bed were also tightened with a rattle, and with a buzzing sound, a huge crossbow arrow comparable to a spear shot out, piercing the bodies of an unknown number of orcs, and crucifying them to the ground in a string.

The muzzles of the twelve magic crystal cannons spew brilliant tongues of fire, and depending on the attributes of the magic cores used, the striking effects that the magic crystal cannons can produce are completely different, whether it is a blazing fire bomb, or a frost that freezes everything, or a meteorite falling from the sky, or a whining and whining wind blade. With each roar of the cannon's muzzle, a blur of flesh and blood exploded in the dense orc array.

But the orc soldiers were undaunted, roaring to the sound of war drums and charging forward, and in the blink of an eye they had already attacked the city! They bit their blades in their mouths, and began to climb the walls with their free hands, or swung their sharp battle axes and slashed at the walls. Even low-quality iron tools can leave hideous wounds on the city walls under the action of brute force.

The first Orc soldier climbed the city wall! The first drop of Terran blood fell on the defending side!

The fierce and ferocious white-knuckle battle unfolded between the orcs who climbed the city and the human race who defended the city, and for a moment the roars, blocks, blades into the flesh, screams, and moans resounded in the city.

Blood rain sprayed, stumps were thrown away, swords were dazzling, sword shadows were confusing, and the entire battlefield suddenly became as terrifying as the Shura slaughterhouse. (To be continued......)