It was a very strange orc, not the yellow-brown or turquoise skin of the traditional orc, and the whole body was palpitating. He was naked, without any armor, but he had thick bandages around his chest, abdomen, hands, and neck, which looked very strange. The only thing that is not strange is the mace that is held in each hand like an iron tower. It was a heavy weapon typical of the orc style, and if it was used by a stronger human warrior, it would have been possible to use both hands to eat milk, but it was a breeze for this pale orc.

He waved the weapon in his hands with ease, as if it were not a massive, bulky metal object like an iron tower, but an inflatable plastic shell. His martial arts are not very subtle, and even a little straightforward, almost clumsy and shoddy in the eyes of human and elven martial arts masters. However, in the movement of the pale orc's powerful but swift hands like the wind, it turned into a deadly tornado, and in the path of the wind, it can be said that it is one death after another.

A few soldiers who mustered up the courage to attack forced over with swords and shields, but they were blown by the hurricane driven by the mace, and their bodies suddenly flew out as if they had been shattered into styrofoam, and their deaths were miserable.

They couldn't even slow the pale orc's advance.

As for the Necromantic Knight, dressed in silver-gray armor and a hideous masked helmet, with a jet-black cloak draped over his back. Instead of a sword, shield, or spear, as a knight would traditional, he wielded a double-edged spear. It's not so much a gun, but it's no different from the blade part of a weapon and a two-handed broadsword. The grip part is also about a meter or more long. This peculiar weapon can be stabbed. Pickable, chopped. It can be split, it can be used on a horse, it can also be used under a horse, it seems to be very versatile, but if it is not a warrior who is very confident in his martial arts, he will never dare to use this weapon. Speaking of which, Serbellia, the female knight chief under Karin's command, also uses a similar weapon.

Naturally, the martial arts of this necromantic knight are extremely superb. He stepped on a blood-red necromantic aura under his feet, which seemed to add a lot of swiftness buffs to himself and the allies around him. Although he was wearing a seemingly thick and heavy body armor, he was extremely dexterous in his flickering and moving. In his swift cheetah-like footwork, the long-handled blade of the spear also swam easily through the crowd like a sensitive and swift viper. Each slash or stab left a fatal wound on a soldier's vital position.

Its martial arts are naturally different from the rough and wild pale orcs next to it, appearing elegant and light, as if dancing, but it has created a dead person who is not inferior to the former.

These two intruders alone left the sailors on the foredeck guarding the headquarters almost defenseless.

"It's a shame." Misha looked at his Sehirus. There was a look of eagerness, but the latter shook his head.

"You're no match for them, Misha, far from it." Sehiru doesn't know martial arts. But there are many master-level martial arts masters, and of course they have eyesight.

She also knows better, even in the current situation. Even if these two enemies are rare super warriors, it is impossible to rush in front of the commander so easily. If the Federation is so protective of the Supreme Commander. The country is estimated to be doomed long ago.

So, when these two powerful warriors who could be called a humanoid force storm advanced to a distance of only more than twenty meters from the bridge. Their footsteps finally stopped.

Stopping the pale orc was a two-meter-tall human man, even so, there was still a big gap between him and the other party's height, but his strength and speed were not much weaker than the other party. He was clad in thick iron armor and wielded two heavy war hammers. This forty-five-year-old man is Colonel Lambas, the boatswain of the flagship Nahibia, an extremely powerful samurai. He was not a magician, nor was he born in the so-called professional group of the army, but he still steadily rose through the ranks of the Federation army controlled by the Arcans with superior personal force, and was now only one step away from the position of general. Seyriliu didn't talk much to the taciturn boatswain, but he could vaguely feel the sense of oppression that was as steady as Tarzan, similar to that of the star-eyed female swordsman, oh no, Lady Grissa, who is now a sword master.

The pale orc looked at the human man who had stopped in front of him, and for the first time showed a serious expression. He looked each other up and down for a moment, and showed a happy smile: "God of War, this enemy is worth fighting!" ”

As for the necromantic knight who stood in front of the spear-wielding knight, he was also a male warrior in the prime of his forties, with an ordinary appearance, an ordinary figure, an ordinary armor, an ordinary long sword and a zither-shaped shield, all of which were so ordinary that they had no ignition and cuteness. However, all the federal soldiers present knew that this was the marshal's guard captain, Lieutenant Colonel Heslin, an excellent samurai who was simple in life and martial arts and swordsmanship, but extremely powerful and steady.

"No way!" Lieutenant Colonel Hesling stared at the Necromantic Knight, who was a little taller than himself, and said in a flat tone.

The Necromantic Knight didn't answer, but everyone heard a sneer coming from behind the hideous cover, and the necromantic magic power quickly transformed into a monstrous battle intent, gathering in his body.

Ignoring the samurai battle that took place under the bridge for a moment, Saihiru was still persistently searching for a target among the demonic beasts in the air that flew around him. She was still a little concerned, the roar that could make the magic elements beat and tremble just now was definitely not something that these Scaled Wyverns and Giant Winged Beasts could emit, as for the dragon bats...... The screams of this thing are sharp and piercing, more like a group of obscene rats hiding their heads and tails in the gutter, and the high-end atmosphere is definitely not polished.

But where is that thing?

Sehireu scanned the surrounding scene, and soon spotted several particularly conspicuous shadows in the higher sky. The reason why it is conspicuous is because these huge magical beasts with fluttering wings are compared to the vicious thin-scale wyvern and giant winged beast, as well as the dragon bats full of dick silk. Gao Fushuai's aura is really strong.

It was a three-headed dragon-shaped creature made of bones, but it was far different from the bone dragons of Bai Sensen. Whether it is the aura or the appearance, it is more than nine times stronger than them.

A skeletal dragon in the middle. The skeleton around him was glowing with a deep and dark black aura, forming a dense but clear black mist, enveloping the huge body that was thirty meters long. From a distance, it looks like a dark cloud, exuding an eerie color. It was a ghost dragon

Although the bone dragons on both sides were not covered by the dark black qi, this thin layer of frost was attached to their bodies, and the surrounding air seemed to be a little turbid, which was clearly a visual illusion caused by the cold qi released from their bodies. Their wing skeletons are connected to a solid membrane, but they are condensed with frost magic. These are two frost dragons.

These two powerful undead construct classes. They are all powerful creations that can only be produced by carrying out a lot of magical transformation and soul structure on the bone dragon, and they are all the ultimate troops of the undead camp.

With his current eyesight, Ishilius could see that the three "dragons" were wrapped in saddles and bridles, and that a tall body was sitting on them.

The one riding on the Frost Dragon is similar to the Necromantic Knight on the deck who is fighting Lieutenant Colonel Herlings, both of them are typical armor-covered images, except that the armor is much more sophisticated and strong, and the robes have many patterns. Apparently two powerful necromantic knights.

As for the ghost dragon riding in the middle, it was a body covered in a jet-black cloak, making it impossible to see whether the thick cloak was armor or a fruit, or a rotting corpse. The only things he showed outside his cloak were his hands sticking out of the sleeves of his robe. With angular armour and armor gloves, he carried the reins of the ghost dragon, as well as his face. It was covered in a black mask. The mask was as black as an abyss. It was as if it could swallow all the light, but everyone could still feel the lustrous texture and delicate and elegant decorative lines on the mask.

"That's ...... Black. Black Duke Angmar! Naturally, it was not Sehireu who made this almost screaming sound, but a small female service non-commissioned officer in the headquarters. It is equivalent to a tea girl who pours tea and water for the big people in the headquarters. Of course, theoretically she also belongs to the direct command of the command, so it makes sense to stay on the bridge.

Indeed, the jet-black cloak full of postmodern punk style and the dense mask of Gothic style are combined into an image that is almost without friends, but even ordinary people are not unfamiliar with this image. The commander of the Necromantic Order, the right and left hand of the Bone King Kazan, the Black Duke Angmar is not the same as his thousand-year-old otaku leader, in the past thousand years, he is considered the most naughty undead lord, and often leads the undead army to run outside the dark canopy to brush up the zài sense.

Of course, thanks to such a chaotic act of saving a sense of zài, the small kingdom alliance of the Dragon Claw Peninsula has since remembered this guy who likes to ride a ghost dragon to watch the battle in the sky, and he wears a black cloak and a black mask, and his whole body is shiny black. For hundreds of years, the Black Duke has been the ultimate villain who can "stop children crying at night". Of course, it is said that once the young people of the Dragonclaw Peninsula Alliance and the High Court Kingdom want to embark on the path of bravery, their lifelong goal must be to defeat the Black Duke Angmar. However, after so many years, the Black Duke is still standing safely, and the alliance between the High Court Kingdom and the Dragonclaw Peninsula would have been wiped out by the undead long ago without the support of the Federation and the Vanya Elves of Twilight Island.

The Black Duke rode the ghost dragon, flapping his wings and slowly lowering his altitude. The two Necromantic Knights landed with their commander, but they were half a position behind.

He seemed to have spotted the battleship Nahibia, and the battle that was taking place near the bridge, and seemed to be very interested, so he swaggered over. The "king-to-king" situation, which is almost impossible on a serious battlefield, seems to be about to happen. The federal officers aboard the Nahibia were all in a state of humiliation. In the old days, such a scenario would not have been possible. If this black duke really dared to ride a ghost dragon and appear within a radius of five kilometers of the Federation's main fleet, he would be instantly set on fire by hundreds of magic crystal main cannons.

But now, he was hovering more than ten meters from the deck of the Nahibia on a ghost dragon in such a grand manner. In this position, even ordinary soldiers could see the figure of the most prestigious undead lord, and they could even feel it. A gaze that made people shudder, like the gaze of ice and sword. Revealing from behind Ugin's mask, he glanced at himself.

Even an elite battle mage like Sehiru had a feeling of his hair standing on end. She felt like an innocent little white rabbit being targeted by a hungry eagle hovering overhead.

"You've lost, mortals!" The Undead Lord stared at the old marshal on the bridge, neither politely greeting nor adding a word or two of honorifics to the elders, but in such a plain and watery tone, as if announcing the objective truth to the other party.

What did he mean by flying over and saying this? He wants to persuade him to surrender? The thought was spinning in everyone's minds.

"In any case, at least the other side must not be overwhelmed in words and momentum. If only Lu Xi were here......" Sai Xiliu thought to himself. Although the team leader who was the most eloquent and sharp-tongued among the friends was not around, Sai Xiliu had no choice but to think about how to fight back.

At this time, Marshal Conrad raised his head. Looking deeply at the black duke riding on the dragon saddle: "We have fought each other, Black Duke Angmar, I know, this is not your style of soldiering?" This time, who is the one who is in command of this battle? ”

"You still have a little time, mortal, to guess slowly." After leaving these words, the Lord of the Dead tugged on the reins. The ghost dragon flew towards the zenith again, and the two frost dragons naturally followed. The Black Duke Angmar no longer paid attention to the senior officers of the Federal Command on the bridge, as if he had appeared from the beginning to announce to everyone the objective fact that "you have lost". He lost interest altogether. It's like a wayward bear that doesn't bother with its dead prey.

The Black Duke seems to be using this method to tell the high-ranking officers of the Federation aboard the Nashbia, you are already dead. It's no longer a prey worth getting my hands on.

What is Humiliation? This is probably humiliation.

Sehireu didn't know what the other officers thought, but she herself did feel endless humiliation. The former student council president, the young lady, gritted her silver teeth tightly. Looking at the three undead dragons that soon floated high into the air, becoming as big as crows, and their owners on their backs. His eyes were so red that he almost burst into flames.

But even Miss Student Council President couldn't kill the other party with her eyes, so she could only watch the other party float away with a big grin. She even considered throwing an alchemy bullet directly, even if she couldn't kill it, she could make the other party a face, according to Lu Xi, "Even if you die, you will disgust the enemy." The dignified undead lord, the old devil of the era level was confused, even if he died, it must be worth it. However, even such a move could not be done by Saihireu, because by this time, she had already released all of her puppets, including Asha, the metal wolf from the Titan Ruins, and joined the battle on the front deck.

In order to maintain these black technology puppets whose combat ability far exceeds that of ordinary construction products, even Sai Xiliu has contributed almost all of his magic power, and it is not easy to maintain normal walking and talking.

Misha stood beside Sehiruch with a tower shield and an axe. She was born as a mercenary, and she did not have a serious servant who was a magician or a noble knight, but her mind was very clear, and she knew in her heart that as a spellcaster's servant, the most important duty was not to rush into the enemy line to grab merit, but to stay by her side when the master was focused on casting spells so as not to disturb or even attack. It seems that she got into the role quickly.

The battle on the front deck became more and more intense, a pale orc, a necromantic knight and two humans, the bigger and more fierce the battle of the four martial arts masters, it was impossible to tell the winner for a while. At the same time, although there were also many orcs and undead jumping gangs who succeeded and went to the deck, the overall battle situation also showed a stalemate for a while. If you look at the entire battlefield, Sehireu casually glanced around, if you only count the surrounding Praetorian Fleet, there should have been six warships sunk in the mountains or completely destroyed, including even a first-class battleship, the Saint, and the remnants of each battleship were caught in fierce hand-to-hand combat on deck.

If this situation continues for a few more hours, it may be impossible to escape the fate of total annihilation. However, under such an unfavorable situation, the sailors and magicians finally rose up, and finally managed to maintain the control of the battleship and barely changed hands. And also maintained a minimum of queues, and began to float under the leadership of the Nacibia. While starting to perform a U-shaped movement to break through.

This battle was naturally a fiasco, and the private warships from various gate lords were also lost. But at least...... Most of the Praetorian Fleet can be saved, right? Then as long as there is time to regroup, the Federation still has hope of winning again.

The officers of the Federation were looking forward to it in their hearts, and Sesileu was looking forward to it, but there was a throbbing in their hearts that made them restless. She thought again of the roar that thundered so loudly that it could make even the magical elementals tremble...... Even powerful undead creatures like the Ghost Dragon and the Frost Dragon could not have uttered such a majestic cry, or rather, as undead, they would not have roared at all.

Those cyclops who flaunt their might on the hill are naturally impossible. The roars of these powerful monsters can almost shatter the heart and lungs of the lion and tiger, but they are not so powerful that even magic can affect them. Of course. If it is said that it is a Beamon Behemoth, it is possible, but this Flood Desolation Behemoth, which is also the remnant of the ancient golden species, is naturally impossible to leave the Ten Thousand Beasts Sacred Mountain before the Golden Horde Khan of Orgrimmar is elected.

However, if you want to talk about monsters of the same level as Beamon......

Seyriliu felt that he should have thought of something, but at this time, the roar was like rolling thunder and lightning, majestic and far-reaching. Exploded in the sky again. This time, it's much closer than last time.

The cyclops swept in the direction from which the sound came, and all of them involuntarily shrunk their necks and began to retreat quietly. Once again, he let his huge body hide behind the mountain rocks, just like a group of street thugs who were shaking their heads on the street, seeing those underworld cadres who were dressed in leather shoes. Traveling in a large car, of course, you can only retreat and hide behind the garbage can, bite your handkerchief, envy, jealousy, and hatred.

The mountain trolls, whose IQ was only about the same as that of the beasts, also behaved very strangely. Some are prostrate on their knees, and some even look like herbivores that have encountered natural predators. Began to flee in all directions. Such a table xiàn, as if the lion king went out on patrol, those who were still showing off their might in front of the antelope, cattle and deer before, can only quickly escape from hiding with their tails between their legs, and never dare to show any sense of existence in front of the supreme.

Sehireu felt the fluctuations of the air currents around him, and even heard the whirring of the wind and the fluttering of his huge wings against the air.

She soon saw a huge animal rising from behind the mountain in the distance, its huge body nearly forty meters long and its sharp claws like spears were formidable, its huge wings seemed to be able to set off a storm, its dark jade scales were as solid as a city, and the top of its long snake neck was a huge head like a carriage, as if it was the head of a typical reptile, but it was more beautiful, solemn, and powerful than all animals, and more deadly than all animals.

A black dragon?!

"And it's an ancient black dragon! Ordinary adult black dragons do not grow to the size of such red dragons or golden dragons. Sehireux mused.

Just a few hours ago, when the whole fleet was at an altitude of 3,000 meters, someone joked: "No one but the dragon can attack a floating ship at this altitude." "But now, when the fleet was on the verge of rout under the combined forces of the undead and the orcs, a true dragon appeared in such a grand manner.

And what is it going to call you?

The nightmarish black dragon was quick to answer everyone's questions. When it first appeared in everyone's sight, it was only the size of a sparrow, but in just a few seconds, with two flaps of its wings, the black dragon had already quickly entered the array of the floating fleet.

The black dragon didn't release the dragon's breath, nor did he use the dragon language magic, and he didn't know if it was too late or didn't bother to use it at all. A cruiser much longer than it was smashed in two by its body, and by the time the broken hull began to fall apart, the people on board didn't even have time to fight back.

The combined forces of the undead and orcs have played their last cards! They have only one purpose, to let this floating fleet, which represents more than half of the Federation's national defense forces, all die here! (To be continued......)

PS: Let's continue to ask for tickets