Filthy Wing is the Harpy Witch King who has survived for three hundred years.

In the hundreds of years, countless children and grandchildren have been bred in a life full of endless filth, filth, cunning, debauchery and cruelty, as the patriarch of a large family with ninety-eight harpys and eighteen nearby harpy vassal families, even the harpy family without vassals must maintain eternal awe, and Filthy Wing is the well-deserved king of the harpy.

The power of the Elder was seriously challenged during the first invasion of the Black Orcs.

Although the Harpy forces took the initiative to attack, and the Eagle People tribe also participated, the result was undoubtedly a fiasco.

Now, the second challenge comes.

The nests built on the ruins of civilization cannot be defiled by the orcs, and the enraged Harpy King wields his authority, and all Harpy families must join the war.

The Great Vulture Chief, a close ally of the Harpy King and a long-time mating relationship with the Queen of the Filths, has to fight to defend his new home and support his lover.

What's more, the few batches of equipment captured from the head hunter barbarians will be armed with excellent and sophisticated vultures warriors, and it is unknown whether the black orcs can still be as arrogant as before.

As for the group of dwarfs who can't survive without a group, they are rare slave laborers and spare rations in the eyes of the black orcs, and they have to join this war.

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On the nameless heights, the black blade calmly flashed a slightly cold gaze firmly locked on the ruins in the distance.

That's the shame of the empire, and I want to crush this shame with my own hands!

His weapon is the Steel-Bone Blood Dragon's Spine Euphorbia, nearly 420 centimeters long, 12 centimeters wide, and weighing about 200 pounds. At the front end is a sickle-shaped blade that extends 40 centimeters long, slightly curved upwards with an arced tip, and the other side is designed with an axe-bladed sharp cone, which has a violent aesthetic impact.

This is a black-bladed dragon-slaying trophy, without any enchantments, but it is engraved with a row of tight totem patterns, and each swing can bring out five elemental damages: flame, ice, gale, thunder, and falling rocks, which are superimposed on a physical attack with a high base value, and its strength value is enough to offset the excellent weapons of the third order.

Walking down the peak, a fierce beast covered with spikes enthusiastically ran to the side of the black blade, its mouth and nose constantly spewing out black smoke, emitting the smell of sulfur, and the rumbling echo in its body was like a flow of magma.

The beast looked like a lion, and the shadow of a face, and its whole body was covered with brass scales, and the spikes extended from the cracks in the scales like tree branches.

The beast was immensely large, twice as large as the famous King of the Wild, the Ancient Saber-toothed Tiger, and almost as large as the manticore, the evil beast of the Dark Realm.

This is an excellent hybrid descendant of the dragon lion from hell, the scorpion lion and the hell demon dragon, the blood of the dragon undoubtedly dominates the upper hand, and the scorpion lion's unique bat wings and scorpion tail do not appear on the body of the dragon lion.

But in exchange, the Hell Dragon Lion gained the ability to spit out Hell Dragon Breath, and its strength and physique were also greatly enhanced.

The dragon lion's eyes were terrified when he looked at the black blade, because the seemingly quiet master was wrapped around the eternal screaming and unstable soul of the true dragon.

The burly Overseer stroked the steel thorn-like mane around his mount's skull and rolled it over, an invisible coercion unleashed.

"March."

Under the faint and almost indifferent words was the orc army under high military discipline.

Three orc legions, each with 5,000 people, five barbarian legions, 7,000 people each, a total of 15,000 people, and 35,000 cannon fodder, these are the second wave of offensive from the black orcs.

More efficient than the average orc legion, in less than a few hourglass hours, the black orcs were in front of the ruins of the old fortress.

Unexpectedly, the Harpy and the Eagle Man gave up the advantage of defending the city and took the initiative.

I don't know if it's too confident or too stupid, but it doesn't make the black blade fluctuate in any way.

Array, wait, wait for the enemy to charge, this is the tactic of the Black Blade.

Sitting in the center of the military column, the black blade's eyes were always indifferent, watching the charge of a group of rabble.

Hippogriffs and Vultures are races that can fly freely in the sky, and pride themselves on their dive-to-low tearing attacks, powerful enough to tear apart in an instant.

Therefore, the first three arrays are defended by tower shields, and the gaps pierce halberds and spears to counterattack, and the back row uses long-range snipers to throw throwing axes and sickle chains.

The Black Orcs have experience with Wyvern diving, the Warlords of Ondu have an army of bipedal Wyverns themselves, and the dives of Harpy Banshees and Vultures are a joke compared to Wyverns.

Nearly 500 harpies and tens of thousands of vultures were hit hard in the first round, and countless birds and monsters were either pierced by spears, severed by axes, or slooped by scythe chains.

The Great Vulture Chief couldn't wait to send his armed tribal elite into battle.

Wearing leather armor and armed with iron weapons, vultures flew into the sky in a haphazard manner.

It was an unexpected turn, but such a rudimentary weapon still couldn't shake the Empire's Iron Legion.

Sure enough, the Vulture's chaotic array combined with weapons that were extremely rudimentary compared to the Wugmar Empire did very little damage to the Black Orc Legion, but it fought back and forth with the Barbarian Legion.

The Barbarian Legion is one of the vassal races subjugated by the Wugmar Orcs, belonging to the barbarians among the humans, with a burly divinity, a short temper, and a barbarian biological level, it is easy to give birth to fighters with the talent of [madness] in the group, and each is a natural warrior.

The barbarians advocate blood and violence, and only need to assign a chain mail and a battle axe to each person in the battle to drive them into battle, and the barbarian legions can also master the basic battle columns under the training of the empire, but they are still consumed as cannon fodder at will.

The main opponent of the Eagle and Harpy Alliances is the Barbarian Legion, and the Black Orcs attack almost every way.

The battle was almost one-sided, and the Great Vulture Chief let out an angry scream:

"Let go of my pet!"

An earth-shattering roar instantly exploded and echoed across the battlefield, and a giant 15-meter-long dinosaur burst out of the ruins, its hard, heavy thorns as if it were covered in battle armor, and several horned heads sprinted at the barbarian legions.

Countless screams rang out one after another, and the legion was blasted open a gap, and countless barbarian warriors were trampled into flesh by the trampling of huge dinosaurs, along with armor and weapons, unable to distinguish each other.

Black Blade felt the commotion of the mount under his crotch, and seemed to have a hatred and killing intent for the pseudo-dragon creatures that originated from the bloodline.

Patting the dragon lion on the head to stabilize it, the Black Blade drove the mount forward.

A brutal and tyrannical aura erupted from the Black Orc Overseer's body, and the warriors on both sides who were fighting each other instantly felt great fear, like a weak herbivore facing the apex predator.

Sensing the threat to its life, the giant dinosaur roared and took the initiative to attack the black blade.