When the federal army in the Black Man City finally gathered the scarce number of war horses and gathered a group of about 2,000 cavalry to go out of the city to pursue. The Federation's infantry, the mercenaries and adventurers in the city, and the quick-moving battle mages with their dexterous occult methods, these armies or temporary armies have rushed out of the city under the leadership of their respective commanders and joined the slaughter outside the city. Many people who were impatient and had some confidence in their own strength had already jumped off the city walls before they even waited for the city gates to open. It's not about suicide, of course, it's about not wanting to fall behind in the work of brushing heads and snatching loot.

Of course, the dragon knights and high elf Pegasus cavalry, plus the floating fleet, did not even enter the city to rest, but relied on the unhindered speed advantage in the high altitude, like eagles, constantly harvesting the lives of the enemies on the ground.

Compared to the condescending bombardment of the floating battleships and the dragon knights, the sun knights of the high elves are much more pragmatic. These elven knights either took alchemy bombs from their bags or cast spells to condense destructive spells and threw them directly in the direction of the most dense enemies. Of course, there were also some knights who felt that magic was more important than arrows, so they spread their bows on horseback and began to fire arrows.

The Vanya Elves on Twilight Island are not as good as the Olda Wood Elves, but their average is far above that of humans. The composite bows they use are more like works of art than weapons, but whether it is the back of the bow or the bowstring, and the arrows used, they all use the unique technology tempered by tens of thousands of years of experience in weapon manufacturing. Armor-piercing arrows unleashed by mounted archers in the Knights of the Burning Sun. It can penetrate the thickest iron armor a hundred steps away, plus a certain amount of magic bonus. and the condescending advantage, its destructive power is even more unstoppable. Even rough-skinned monsters like Cyclops and Kodomon. It is also difficult to resist the piercing damage of these elven armor-piercing arrows.

By the time the more than 1,000 Pegasus Knights of the Knights of the Burning Sun arrived at the battlefield, it had only been two or three hours, but more than ten cyclops and more than thirty Kodomons had been shot into hedgehogs by random arrows. As for the trolls and rhinoceros who also died under the rain of arrows, there were now more than a hundred. It seems that even elves who like archery are looking for some prey that will never miss.

Of course, there are some more colorful elven knights, who directly drove their mounts down from the sky, and the spears in their hands were raised forward. In his right hand, he wielded a crooked elven sword, slashing and slashing into the gap in the enemy's fleeing ranks. Whether it is the undead or the orcs, now that they are frightened, they are afraid that they will not even run away with two legs, let alone defend and counterattack.

The elves' spears pierced their backs like thunder; The sword harvested their heads like a storm. It is true that some orcs with a sense of warrior honor stopped running away and turned back to fight, but they only gave these elven knights who should charge the ground from the sky. Those who have made less than double digits of fallen horses will never be disintegrated into corpses.

Under such a one-sided general trend, personal force and courage may be turned into a small pebble. Slow down the pursuers a little. But that's about it.

Faced with such a situation, the orc khans who had the idea that "if you are a khan, you must be braver than everyone else". It was finally shaken by the coercion of the defeated army.

"The situation is no longer sustainable." The Tynon Khan of the Frostfang Clan said to the "alliance leader" of the Orc Alliance, the old Khan of the Shatterfist Clan, Gloron, "We must find a way to regroup our forces. ”

"What do you want to do?" The old khan, who had the majestic title of "Storm Roar", really roared: "I can't even find any of the commanders under my command now. How to regroup forces? ”

"Soldiers are good at gathering and scattering." Meaning, a commander-in-chief. If the control of the army under his command can be gathered and dispersed at will, then he must be a god-level figure, especially in this era when the organization, communication, and military system of the army are very simple. Unfortunately, the orc khans were all extremely powerful people, but none of them possessed such talent. The only clan khan who could do this kind of Cheng dù was also excluded from this attack and defense of Black Man City due to the contradictions between the clans and the conflict of ideas.

"We have to retreat first, and then set up a fortification elsewhere. As long as we, the clan leaders, don't completely mess up, the soldiers can always find the backbone. Tainon Khan thought for a moment and said, "Yes, we can retreat to the Iron Fist Fortress for the time being." There is also a portion of the Burning Blade Clan's army left behind by Asog, led by his subordinate Moug. We can use his strength to stabilize the situation, and then slowly gather forces, and it is not completely out of the way that there is no chance of a turnaround. ”

Originally, he sent this loyal dog of Asog back to escort grain and grass, but now he must use his strength to save his life? And then what? After this fiasco, there is no longer any suspense about the position of the Golden Horde, right? How will Asog, the "Dragon Heart" who has mastered Orgrimmar's supreme position, treat dissidents like herself? In fact, before these problems occurred, Gloron didn't know what expression to use to face Asog. As a stupid loser, feeling the condescending gaze of that wise victor? Wagging his tail and begging for mercy to the new supreme of the clan alliance? Or, did he find a reason to remove his status, send his family and his best friend to the crematorium, and support a puppet to inherit the Broken Fist clan, but the clan and army were swallowed up?

Any of the above will make Gloron's life worse than death. In that case, it is better to die here.

"Great Khan! The enemy army has already been killed! One of the guards let out a panicked shout. In fact, without him shouting, the khans themselves can see with their eyes. Not far away, explosions were already ringing out one after another. The Khan of Glouron could even see that the captain of his guard, who was also his son, was swallowed by the explosion, leaving no bones behind. This is also the sixth son he can confirm killed in battle. In addition to this, a dozen grandchildren were killed. And among these dead offspring. Only one died before the siege, and the rest all came with enemy reinforcements. Produced when the counteroffensive began.

The old khan has many heirs, and even many of his sons are just at the level of indifference that he has met a few and "ah, this is my son". But even so, he still had a kind of pain and despair.

"Father, let's go." The youngest son born to the main chamber of Gloron, and one of his very favored sons, a young orc warrior named Gilshaqua, said, "If you die now, after. Who can maintain the tradition of honor and spirit that orcs should have under the rule of Asog? ”

The old khan couldn't help but froze, but the wolf under his crotch had been stabbed in the ass by Gilshakwe's knife. The stinging wolf let out a cry, but instead of going berserk, he woke up like a dream, carrying the old khan on his back, and galloped towards the northern sky.

Seeing that the wolf began to flee with his father, the son of the young khan waved his hand to the khan of the Frostfang clan on the side: "You should also hurry up, Tainon Khan." I'll do my best to buy time for you clan leaders. He didn't say anything more, tugged at the wolf's reins, and rushed towards the explosion head-on.

"Jill! Jill! The old father's voice sounded behind the Khan's son, but he didn't look back.

"Is there no other choice?" Looking at Aiko's back and disappearing into the bustling crowd. The Khan of Gloron had a very bitter expression. At this time, how desperate his heart was!

"Jill's sacrifice can't be in vain. He was right, even if Asog became the Khan of the Golden Horde. As long as I am alive, I will not want to be the descendants of the glorious Heavenly Spirit Earth Mother. The faithful followers of the god of war emulate the honor and spirit of cowardly humans, orcs. The fine traditions of the orcs must be preserved! Orcs are never slaves, neither body nor soul! The old khan, who had made up his mind, finally managed to regain his composure and fighting spirit from the shame of escaping and the pain and despair of his son's sacrifice.

What the old khan didn't know was that at this time, his son had been pierced through the head by a bullet that was supposed not to belong to this era, and his eyes were wide open to the sky, and he was turned into a part of the mountains of corpses pushed by the Heishui River Valley. The son of the Khan, who possessed the spirit of tradition and glorious orc warriors, shouted loudly at the huge wolf-shaped puppet that was rushing towards him, as well as the black-haired knight on the wolf's back, "I am the Captain of the Broken Fist Clan, Gil Shakwe, son of 'Storm Roar' Gloron!" Battlemage of the Alliance of Learning, report your name! Dare to fight with me! ”

Of course, the young Khan's son knew that he could not be the match of this powerful magician who casually cast a massive destruction spell to slaughter his own soldiers; But as long as the other party has the honor of a little bit of strength and is willing to fight with himself with honor, then he has a way to drag the other party's pace as much as possible. It only takes twenty minutes...... No, even if it's ten minutes, or even five minutes, the old father can escape.

However, the magician did not give his name or stop to meet him, but only found a small prop and aimed it at the head of the Khan's son, and the wolf puppet under his crotch did not even slow down in the slightest.

Gil Shakui died, and the fortune of his father, who desperately tried to save him, soon came to an end. The strange floating ship, painted in azure, was now hanging at a high speed no more than a dozen meters above the ground, and the flaming crossbows of the guns on both sides were constantly clearing the guards of the Khan of Glolon. When the ship finally swept over the heads of the people and crossed in front of them, a figure in armor suddenly jumped out of the deck of the ship and flew down towards the people in the field.

Although by the standard of a floating ship, it is only a dozen meters above the ground, which can definitely be regarded as an ultra-low-altitude flight, but for a human being, the same height difference is enough to make people fall to the bone, not to mention, that person should also be wearing a very heavy Nord-style plate armor, like a huge iron ball, Duang fell to the ground with a bang.

If it were an ordinary person, he would have basically fallen to his death. However, the man rushed out of the muddy smoke and dust that landed on the ground. It was only by this time that Gloron finally saw the figure of the other party clearly, it was only a young girl in her twenties, with bright blonde hair and dark green eyes typical of the Nords. Delicate and beautiful face, petite and delicate body. It is already like an awe-inspiring temperament like a kaolin flower. If it weren't for the fact that she wore a very bulky and sturdy armor, and a sky-blue battle robe. Holding a golden sword in both hands, others will see her as a beautiful and well-educated lady

But now, the flame of energy burned on the body of this beautiful lady, and behind her, the brilliant light condensed into a heraldic circle suspended in the sky. The periphery of the blade of the golden greatsword has been wrapped in a gorgeous halo that no longer has a physical form, and it has been rendered into a trembling color.

She alone was like a lion intercepting in front of a flock of sheep, making the orc-sized officers and soldiers retreat like a tide. Involuntarily stopped.

With such a flame, such a coat of arms, and such a sword, how could the Khan of Glolon, who had fought with the Nords all his life, not know him? He let out a scream that bordered on hysterical screams: "Atlas Holy Pattern! The Oath and the Sword of Victory? You are ......"

"Victory in the oath!" The awe-inspiring knight princess, the future empress of the Nords, unleashed a powerful slash at the void in front of her and the hordes of terrified screaming orcs. The anger and the power of the Excalibur itself condensed into a huge range of brilliant sword qi roared out, and then it also expanded into a shockwave with an even larger range, spreading out along the center of the knight princess