The tribal orcs who had just finished the war still had a hideous color on their faces that had become bloodthirsty due to the red eyes of killing, and for the black orcs they were angry and cautious mixed with a little fear, but for the orcs and other slave races in the traditional definition, the tribal orcs were downright arrogant.

This arrogance is not only laid bare on the table, but even played to the fullest in tactics.

The wolf cavalry was the fastest, charging at the forefront, while most of the tribal orcs were barely gathered in clumps, far from the rangers.

The night mingled in the crowd, his right hand clenched into the scales, and his eyes stared ahead.

It's getting closer!

The hideous wolf and the ugly orc's face complement each other, and the wolf's snout is wide open, and the night can smell the fishy smell emanating from the inside.

In the first time when the wolf cavalry attacked the half-orc array, Cangye took the lead.

The edge suddenly slashed, and in an instant it struck a vicious wolf that pounced on him, splitting his mount and rider in half, and the red blood and organs poured on the expressionless face of the night, not hideous, but making people feel as if they were going deep into hell.

"Damn bastard!"

Seeing the death of his companion, the over-congested brain overloaded with anger obscured his already low-minded ideals, the orc on the side swung his axe and swept into the night.

Without any accident, the orc was cut in half by the scales, and the wolf beneath him was trampled into the mud by the night, and his skull was shattered as he struggled.

But not every orc can be as fast as Night.

Orcs are born with a higher race bonus than half-orcs, and the innate physique insulated from magic is exchanged for an excellent combat template of constitution +4/strength +6, and the health of orcs at the same level is one-third more than that of warriors of other races.

The Wolf Fighter is a rare elite rider in the orc tribe, on average, every ten half-orcs can block the impact of the wolf, the wolf's dash can knock at least three half-orcs, the left and right claws can kill two more, the open blood basin mouth can tear one apart, and the rider on the back can kill at least one with a swing of the weapon.

The wolf cavalry crushed the crumbling array of the orcs in just one round of impact, and dozens of their companions were disemboweled.

The leader, Basha, slashed one wolf after another, and then was clawed through the chest by another wolf, and the knight on his back cut off his head with a sharp blade, becoming the first leader to die since the migration of free slaves.

Not only is the impact of the wolf amazing, but like ordinary wolves, the ability to fly and jump is amazing, jumping back out of the encirclement after a charge, and after a little adjustment, it can launch a second round of sprint.

More than a thousand orcs could barely gather a useful counterattack in the face of more than sixty wolf fighters, and in the erodive situation, only Cangye was really fighting back.

In the melee, Cang Ye knew more about the swordsmanship of the Remnant Yang Dao, and a [Remnant Phoenix Sunset] was swung out, and the dusk sword light fell into the wolves.

The phoenix sword shadow let out a sharp buzz, and suddenly exploded in the trembling, cutting off the heads of several orcs in an instant.

Many wolf cavalry noticed the night and gathered superior forces to try to encircle and suppress this outstanding 'half-blood bastard', but they were greeted by a second outburst after the phoenix-shaped reunion.

Four times in a row! Nearly ten wolf cavalrymen were chopped up on the spot, and seven or eight were wounded of varying severity.

Nightnight almost single-handedly turned the tide of the situation, and the uplifted orcs gathered their morale and raised their blades to give an unyielding cry to their former slave owners.

The blood of the savage, never give in!!

Victory, Death!!

The battle cry came from behind, and a blood axe wrapped in bandages walked on a red-stained foot, each step as if it were on a volcano again, and the long-suppressed anger burst like magma.

Hel couldn't convince this stubborn leader, so he could only take up his weapon, silently follow aside, and cut off the heads of wolves with lightning speed.

The appearance of the blood axe ignited the blood of the orcs to the extreme, looking at the half-orcs who fell into a state of excitement one by one, the vicious wolf fighter's hideous expression was suddenly frightened, and the ferocious color suddenly subtracted a few points.

The night is not infected by emotions, and is still selfless and immersed in its own world.

Remnant Yang Road: Burn out the afterglow!

In the world of the self, swordsmanship has been sublimated again.

[After a long period of exploration, your swordsmanship has been improved, and your knowledge points are +20]

……

On another battlefield, the worldview of the Black Orcs felt an unprecedented impact.

That's impossible!!

Less than thirty orcs were able to remain undefeated under the siege of nearly 10,000 well-trained Wugmar Imperial troops, and even fight back, and so far hundreds of black orcs have contributed their heads to this shock.

This group of half-orcs in bear skins has a tacit understanding that even surpasses that of their own Imperial legions, and they have absolute trust in each other, as if they were machines with countless gears biting into each other, running efficiently and tirelessly.

Finally, when the number of black orcs who died in this war machine exceeded two hundred, the two black orc overseers took it upon themselves to try to tear a corner of the indestructible machine apart.

The orc leader in the battle noticed the actions of the Black Orc Overseers, and with a giant weapon in his hand, he immediately stood in front of the two Legendary Overseers, and let out a hoarse roar from his mouth:

"Beast of Darkness, the existence of evil!"

"Bastard, you dare to insult the great Witchmar?!"

A hot-tempered Overseer roared, but he was greeted by a swift axe.

The wind let out a sharp whistling sound under the tearing blade of the Sky Breaker, and sparks from the violent friction between the air and metal could be faintly seen, and the giant battle axe showed its weight advantage at this moment.

The Overseers had to retreat for a moment, but another Overseer aimed at the orc leader's attack, slamming the orc's head with a bone-shattering hammer in hand.

Chains surged from beneath the bearskin, whips twisted from several thick chains swept out from under the cloak like natural tails, striking violently with the bone-shattering hammer.

The Black Orc Overseers who couldn't stand immediately expanded the domain, and the attribute points of the soldiers under their command were superimposed on themselves, and the extracted soldiers temporarily lost their combat effectiveness, and were replaced by the Overseers' combat power skyrocketing by more than forty percent.

The hot-tempered Overseers strangled with their spears, cutting through the orc leader's bearskin.

Beneath the bearskin was a body covered in hideous scars, countless chains wrapped around the torso, spikes extending from the keyhole penetrating the body, and the blood stains had turned brown from the old age.

In an instant, the fire on the leader's body swelled, spreading all over his body, and the axe and shield in his hand were also carrying a raging flame, and the orange light was filled with a strange majesty.

Radiance from divinity!

The floating giant axe easily blocked the attack of the two black orc overseers, and the leader's whole body shook, his eyes spewed out substantial divine flames, and a steady stream of power surged into his hands, and the two overseers only felt that they couldn't parry, and they were shaken open by an axe.

The other bearskin warriors also took off their cloaks, and the flames burned to their bodies, each with a divine radiance circulating around them.

As if thinking of something, the Warhammer-wielding Overseer exclaimed in horror:

"It's you, the Candlefire Guardian of the Orc God!"

The orcs responded to this question with a boiling war cry, and the vigorous ancient orc language was full of blood and unyielding:

"The blood of the savage, never give in!"