Since most of the warriors of the Iron Tribe went out to raid or fight with the expeditionary forces of the Holy Light Sect in the nearby mountains and forests, the orcs who gathered on hearing the news were all old, weak, sick and disabled.

The only hero left is Duletan, the chief of the Frostwolf Clan, who wields an Icewind, Frostflower Battle Axe and mounts a giant Winter Wolf.

After coming to the New World, this group of indigenous orcs from the planet Deleno were able to immerse themselves in a high-concentration magical environment, breathing and swallowing various magical elements every day, and unconsciously possessed a demonic beast-like physique, and relatively obtained high magical resistance.

Because of this, Twilight's hammer, which is immersed in the dark side of the elements, flourishes.

Unfortunately, the Emperor used the elite of the Orc Great Shaman to remotely control the Twilight's Hammer to attack and annihilate an armory in a northern border state, hoping to break through the status quo and seize the upper hand on the staggered front.

If it weren't for the emptiness within the Iron Tribe, His Highness the Doomsday Guardian Salonn would not have sent recruits who had never fought in actual combat to wage a war of conquest against the fighting nations from the planet Delenor.

Eight knight lords, four elemental elves, and nearly a hundred heavily armed knights and four thousand branded warriors, most of them have the ability to release spells, and the huge power gathered together can't push the old and weak remnants of the steel tribe's guards, so His Highness the Doomsday Guard Salonn can consider killing himself.

In fact, when the remaining warriors of the Iron Tribe, who were less than five hundred, saw the boundless Apocalyptic Japanese army formation coming down from the Misty Mountains, they knew that the odds of victory were not great.

But the pride of the fighting nation and the cherished tribal honor made them have no way to retreat.

The Frostwolf Chieftain Frost Tomahawk reached out and stroked the black tungsten steel plate armor on his body, and the armor made of steel ingots he had recently obtained was nothing once defeated and exited the vast and fertile plains.

"Our opponent was looking for a good moment. At the weakest of the Iron Tribe...... That's right, when we go north and south, we use the sword in our hands as a sickle, and when we harvest crops everywhere, we also like to take advantage of the weakness, so we can't blame the opponent for being cunning. ”

The orc warriors had no concept of formation at all, and gathered together in twos and threes, like homeless bandits begging for a living in the wild.

However, they have also discovered their own set of combat patterns during the long war. Hear the sound of the horn and attack, and step on the drum rhythm to advance in layers.

With the physique and brute strength of orc warriors far beyond ordinary people, except for heavy knights and high-level warriors, it is really rare to meet opponents.

The musketeers and artillerymen in the northern states are indeed very powerful, but the orc warriors who quickly obtained strategic materials such as steel and chain mail have overcome the fear of thermal weapons such as muskets and artillery, and have adapted to new forms of warfare at an astonishing rate.

However, when they encounter the Doomsday Legion, which is assembled to the teeth and has the first magical reserve in the New World, it is doomed that the ensuing war will be a one-sided farce.

Indeed, in the face of the Iron Tribe's remaining forces entrenched in the Wheat Plains, the four thousand branded warriors divided into forty hundred-man formations, and obeyed the orders of the Ringwraith, unleashing the spells engraved on them by His Highness the Doomsday Guard, Saron.

When the Free Folk gladiator-turned-"Eighth Knight" saw that the orc warriors were hesitant and did not dare to take the initiative to attack, they immediately caused the branded warriors under his command to activate the "Fireball Technique" stored in his right hand.

The surrounding free magic elements became active, and in a series of whistling sounds, they quickly filled into the spell model on the surface of the branded warrior's body, and after elemental energy, the core was condensed, and the palm of their right hand stretched out diagonally above them to form a ball of flame the size of a sycamore.

Orc warriors who once followed the shaman on the path of natural harmony have a keen sense of magic that makes them quickly smell danger.

There were not a single deserter who confessed to retreating, and most of the orc warriors decided to fight with a bang even if they died.

As a result, under the leadership of the Frostwolf tribal chieftain Duletan, the five hundred orc warriors, whose combat unit was less than one-tenth of the opponent, launched a decisive charge against the Doomsday Legion in a straggler formation.

Seeing this scene, the Eighth Knight couldn't help but smile: "From this point of view, the Iron Tribe has more or less learned the experience of how to conduct modern warfare when dealing with the states of the Northern Kingdom. Unfortunately, our Legion of Doom is very different from any of the traditional knights in the New World. ”

It is said that it is a skirmish line attack, but in fact, the orc warriors spread their feet and run around, and they are all scattered into groups of three or five according to the tacit understanding, which can avoid the dense fire of the musket team in three stages, as well as the sputtering of artillery fragments.

Now it's the turn of the large-scale magic legion, and due to the special treatment of the gaze, ordinary orc warriors basically can't escape.

This is where the scientific musketeers are very different from the fantasy magicians.

Unfortunately, as the branded warriors set foot on the battlefield for the first time, the targets they set their sights on often overlapped.

This results in a particularly conspicuous, high-profile orc warrior being locked by multiple branded warriors.

The most unfortunate of all was Duretan, the chief of the Frostwolf Clan, who was taken by nineteen branded warriors and swore to take his life. After all, a pitch-black steel plate armor and two battle axes entangled with ice, wind and frost flowers are really too stylish, and they are as vivid and outstanding as fireflies in the night.

As the distance between the two sides continued to close, the branded warriors in the front row could see the white gas spit out from the corners of the orc warriors' mouths and the fangs on their jaws, and some people couldn't help but release the "fireball technique" that was ready to be launched in advance.

A fireball the size of a sycamore shot out from the palm of the branded warrior, quickly absorbing the surrounding free magic elements and expanding four times, turning into a skull-sized ball of flames, just right in the middle of an orc veteran who was running the fastest.

With a "boom" explosion, the orc veteran who was only protected by leather armor was hit by a heavy hammer, and his chest exploded on the spot, and his flesh and blood splattered out like a fountain, and the wound was deep and bone-seeing.

This time, it directly caused the branded warrior to go berserk, and under the excitement of the first battle, the mania of imminent death, and the uneasiness of the unknown life and death of the future, they all chose to release the spell as soon as possible.

As a result, the orc warriors on the skirmish line were unlucky, they didn't expect that the flame ball could still pull out an arc coil in mid-air, there was no way to dodge, there was no way to avoid it, they could only wave the weapons in their hands indiscriminately, relying on the strength of their bodies to resist.

"Boom...... Rumble" In the explosion after explosion, the Iron Tribe Guards were swept away by the magic of the branded warriors, and few people survived, even if they had high resistance in magic, they were not the opponents of the fireball technique used by the group.

On the contrary, it was Duletan, the chief of the frostwolf tribe with a heroic appearance, who survived with the "enchanted weapon" in his hand and the tungsten steel plate armor to resist more than a dozen fireball techniques.

The prestige and reputation he has accumulated over the years, at a critical juncture of life and death, he has awakened a triple "heroic halo".

The first bright white demon-resistant aura close to the Holy Light reduces at least eighty percent of the magic power, which is the main reason why Duretan Frost Battle Axe can survive.

His Highness Salon, who was on the throne of destruction at the top of the Doomsday Volcanic Ash Tower in the depths of the Misty Mountains, was silent for a moment after seeing this scene with his own eyes, and couldn't help but laugh and curse.

"Hero aura! It is said that only paladins can reach and master special abilities, but I didn't expect the orc chieftain from a distant foreign land to happen to get it!