The sun shines in early summer, and dawn is born. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

At the end of the horizon of the northwest prairie, a faint light slowly rose under the stars, and then it released infinite light and heat, shining on the world, and at the same time, this light brought a flash of light on the earth.

It wasn't the brilliance of magic, it wasn't the brilliance of vindictiveness, it was some kind of peculiar refraction.

This is the light reflected by the armor.

In the vast expanse of the Great Plains, the earth was shaking, and five huge legions were marching slowly, dressed in five different styles of armor, with five banners of different coats of arms, and arrays of five different categories, but they were all moving in the same direction.

That is where the sun rises, the land where all the swords will meet.

That's where the orc court is.

The nomadic orcs, who had gained the knowledge of civilization from the hands of humans, had stopped using stone arrows, bony spears and wooden shields five hundred years ago, but had mined the bare iron ore of the steppes, forged blades and armor, built towns and fortresses between plains and valleys, cleared farmland, and grazed herds.

The Orc Court is a huge fortress city that stands on the high ground of Tatarus on the ridge of the plains, it is a towering terrain, the walls are composed of limestone, it has good magic resistance, it is the capital and holy place of the orcs, and it is also the residence of the orc royal family, it is a blessed city blessed by the orcs and the god of war.

But now, this blessed city is wrapped in corpses and blood, the bright red blood of humans and the green blood of orcs, mixed together and dried up, forming a black blood scab that is indistinguishable, this black trace soaks the gray city wall, even the most ruthless people, after seeing this scene, will be shocked by this tragic scene.

The orc royal court has been surrounded by the imperial army for more than a month, and the two sides have been fighting each other for a long time, and have carried out several tragic siege and defense battles, but because the city walls are too hard and the defense is too tight, even if all the orc armies have been defeated, the empire, which has always been invincible, has also suffered a setback here.

Since the Battle of Thomas Grand Canyon that began last autumn, and the current Battle of Tatarus Heights, the living force of the orcs has been completely wiped out, and the towns, villages, farmlands and all traces of the development of civilization that have been developed for 500 years have been burned by the fires lit by humans.

And right now.

On the other side of the horizon, there was a flash of light.

The armor reflected its brilliance like a lake sparkling in the sun, and five new legions arrived, ready to unleash the wrath of humanity.

"It's ......"

A certain besieging general noticed this, and in exhaustion, he raised his binoculars, looked into the distance, and then couldn't help but be shocked: "These five flags ......"

"Are they here too?!"

Black crows, red mist, white horses, firmament and golden glow.

After suppressing the Kuroshio Rebellion within the empire, five legions directly under the emperor came to the final battlefield with the orcs.

With their armor staggered, they exchanged positions with the original besieging forces in an orderly manner, taking on the role of vanguard, and then they would take turns to fight and use their lives to wear down all the living forces of the orcs until they broke through the city and burned it to the ground.

Not a living creature will be left.

And in the court of the orcs, rows of shamans wearing bone ornaments and totems walked up the city walls, numbering nearly a thousand, and they looked down on the human army that surrounded them.

That's a huge army of hundreds of thousands, even if it's just for supplies, it's a huge number that the entire orc race can't afford. This scene made the shamans' eyes reveal a dead silence of sadness, and they did not say a word, making the scene seem a little silent.

The wind blew through the corpses between the two armies, bringing with it the smell of blood.

They stretched out their bony hands and grasped their totems, or spirits where their souls dwelled.

This is a completely different spell from that of human mages, and it is a different way to explore the world than magic, where shamans gain their power by igniting the fire of their souls and communicating with the will of all things in the world. Now, totems of different materials began to emerge with a deep aura, runes surged, elemental power was mobilized, and mysterious light shone brightly.

This is the most elite high-level shaman legion of the orcs, among whom all the great shamans belonging to the Cult of War are among them, and their ancestors once accompanied the first Great Khan of the orcs to defeat all the races on the plains and exterminate the first legion of the centaur race.

The surging wind of the great plains blew through the clouds, bringing a violent roar between the heavens and the earth, and an old orc who was covered in jeweled pendants, which did not look so scrawny compared to the other shamans, stood up, holding a huge bone staff, without any pupils or whites in his eyes, only a blazing white light.

The Great Shaman of the Orcs, the High Priestess of the God of War, gazed at the enemy before him, the desperate military force of humanity, and knew that the end of the withering end of the proud steppe and the children of war was imminent, and it was an inescapable inevitability.

And the rows of priests took a step forward with it, and they formed a long black line on the wall.

Silent and mournful front.

The two armies have changed their defenses, this is the last chance, even if it is meaningless, it is necessary to kill one more human.

This is the only thought of all orcs.

Orcs are the clans of war, their bodies burn with the power of killing and destruction, and the children of war will never surrender, will never give up resistance, even if they have been besieged for a long time, they will take the initiative to attack.

Silently looking at the shaman and priest around him, these were its juniors, its students, the high priest's eyes did not flicker, it raised the bone staff in its hand, it was embedded at the very top, the skull from the last blood of the Centaur royal family shimmered in the wind.

The path of conquest of the orcs never stops, and it is easy to understand that they will either exterminate or be exterminated by other races.

"Blood sacrifice to the ancestors." Its dry, muffled voice echoed above the city walls.

"The soul returns to the earth." Voices and vocal voices that are also dry from hunger and thirst.

Countless totems bloomed with the most dazzling light at this moment, and one after another deep and powerful breaths were released, and all the forces from the ancients, heaven and earth, and all things in the world were released.

One hundred and twenty-nine years ago, a hurricane devastated an entire city.

Three hundred and fifty-one years ago, a great earthquake destroyed an entire army.

Seven hundred and seventy-four years ago, it fell from the sky and nearly wiped out the orcs, striking the Skyfall Star of Tatarus on the ridge of the plains.

The power of all calamities was recreated, and then its concept was extracted, condensed into pitch-black beams, countless beams of light streaked across the sky and the sky, forming a long parabola, leaving a trail of afterimages in the field of vision, this streamer contained the power to destroy everything, and it shot straight towards the human army.

Shamans are people who call upon the forces of the past and the world, and they are able to reproduce all the phenomena that have appeared in this world through the spirits of heaven and earth.

And this is the final counterattack. (To be continued.) )