"Be careful, this is the Orc Battlefield."

The orcs of the 'Slaves of Liberty' pass through the Nameless Highlands, where a fierce war is raging. The tremors from the desperate struggle of tens of thousands of orcs almost caused the entire mountain to crack.

Orcs on either side could never be friends with orcs, and the slaves of freedom had to be carefully avoided.

And on the other side of the mountain, a group of mysterious people dressed in bear skins also appeared on the edge of the battlefield.

Wrapped in thick bear skins, the mysterious men held a wooden shield in their left hand and an iron axe in their right hand, and their muscles were vaguely painted with totems like flames, as if they could feel their eyes burning just by looking at them.

Despite their burly figures, the vague orc features of this group of mysterious people are not strong, and the brown-black hair, short fangs, sparse hair, and human-like faces all indicate that this is a group of half-orcs.

The half-orc at the head is dressed as the leader, the body size is almost 3 meters, and the shield in his hand is a huge tower shield comparable to a gate, the shape is simple and the texture is rough, at first glance it is a thing poured by the most primitive smelting method by the craftsman who does not enter the stream, but the weight is real;

The other hand was also holding a battle axe, but the size extended to about 250 centimeters, the widest part was close to 150 centimeters, one side was a blade, the other side was a hammer, the mottled traces of time showed the wind and frost that the battle axe had endured, the lack of sharpness but the weight was amazing, this orc would step on a small shallow pit in the ground with every step forward, and the surrounding area was full of fine cracks.

Rushing! Rushing!

From under the bearskin cloak of the orc leader, there was a crunch of chains clashing, and several chains stretched outwards and dragged them to the ground, plowing deep marks on the ground.

Suddenly—

The orc leader stopped, and a blazing orange flame burst from within him, filling the surroundings with sparks flying but not igniting the bearskin.

"I feel the breath of God."

Inconsistent with his burly figure, the leader's voice was unusually hoarse, like sandpaper rubbing against the ground, and like a traveler across the desert, who had not drunk water for a long time, that is, hoarse, and exhausted by wind and frost.

"God ......"

It was as if the word was a flame, igniting the walking dead.

"We found ......"

Countless orc voices suppressed their excitement and looked around, wanting to find the existence that rekindled their lives, which was also the end of their mission.

"The breath of God...... Be there! ”

The hoarse voice of the orc leader was equally excited, and the door-like battle axe reached to the other end of the orc battlefield.

……

After a fierce battle for a long time, although the Takayama clan was outnumbered, it has always held its ground.

And this is their territory, in order to defend against the invaders, almost all the tribes are soldiers, even the old and young women and children are also holding weapons, the three tribes are currently on the battlefield with 50,000 people, more than four times the number of black orcs.

The wolf cavalry finally tore a gap in the black orc battle array.

The ground shook, and billowing smoke rose from the orc side of the tribe, quickly rolling towards the position of the black orcs.

Beneath the smoke and dust was a sturdy dinosaur, a piece of the thorny back was removed, and the orcs set up a war drum on the back of the dinosaur, beating loudly and loudly, and the war song lingered around the battlefield.

One of the traditional arms of the Tribal Orcs - Warbringer.

Ride on top of the giant beast, beat the war drums, and sing war songs, which will spread the sound of war drums throughout the battlefield, similar to the blessings of [Valor], [Bloodthirsty], [Bear Power], [Cat Sensitivity] and other multi-state spells.

Huge beasts shoulder the heavy responsibility of impact and trampling, in the Great Plains, countless orc tribes will raise huge beasts to cultivate war messengers, most of the mounts are thunder beasts, plate-toothed heavy armor rhinos, some of the great tribes that have been inherited for thousands of years will even domesticate the steppe giant mammoth, the behemoth-like body innate posture [trampling] skills, enough to step out of a bloody ravaging road in the enemy position.

The impact of the warbringer directly knocked the black orcs in the first row into the air, and even the steel walls embedded in each other with tower shields could not stop the collision.

The three tribes have cultivated nearly twenty horseed war messengers, each of which has a torso nearly 10 meters long and weighs more than 4 tons, which is enough to cause the earth to tremble.

The Black Orc Overseers are ready to attack, but the chiefs of the three tribes are also legendary warriors, and the two Black Orc Overseers are not much of a big advantage under the attack of the three.

The battle has been stalemate for a long time, the black orcs have never been able to expand the results, fortunately the casualties are not large, the death of five orc warriors can be exchanged for the serious injury of one black orc, the war has developed so far, the casualties of the black orcs have always been controlled at about 400 people.

If the stalemate continues, even if it can really defeat the Di army, it will cost nearly 1500~2000 casualties, and this battle loss is unnecessary for the current warlords.

The desolate horn sounded, and the black orcs slowly retreated.

The orcs let out a roar of victory, and just after the war ended, sentries reported the discovery of a migratory party of the orc tribe near the tribe.

On the way to retreat, the black orcs happened to meet the orcs in bear skins, and without any conversation, the orc leader waved his battle axe and let out a [war cry].

LOK’T OGA！

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The slaves of the Gaoshan clan were consumed as cannon fodder long before the war, and it was rare to win the anti-aggression war, and a group of slaves happened to be sent to the door, which was simply a gift from the tyrannical Lord God!

Count a group of wolf fighters and bring two thousand tribal warriors, no labor priests and shamans, just a group of small cubs with good physical strength.

The howl of wolves from behind made everyone's expressions a little uneasy, and many orc warriors had obvious suppressed anger flashing on their faces.

"Damn orcs!"

Basha picked up his weapon and walked directly to the back of the group, and many soldiers silently followed behind the leader with weapons.

The Blood Axe struggled to get up, his body still barely fully recovered, and he was pressed back by Hull.

Pulling out the scales, he knew that a large group of 'smelly' and dragging orcs could easily leave traces, and once the war was over, it would be the orc's turn to suffer.

Not only is the wolf ferocious, but he is also good at the final prey, capturing a group of slaves to fill the gap in the tribe after the war, which is the intention of the Alpine clan.

In the stereotype of primitive orcs, half-orcs are just a group of bastard slaves who are weak and only suitable to serve orcs, armed to catch up with the battlefield as cannon fodder when necessary.

None of the orcs wanted to return to the orc slavery, and for this they decided to stop the pursuers at all costs.

Meanwhile, on another battlefield, dozens of bearskin-clad orc warriors fought fiercely with the black orcs.