The soldiers on the walls were inspired by the courage of their comrades, and the orcs admired the bravery of these humans.

"Put these corpses together, they're warriors. It should not be trampled on. ”

Orcs respect and admire warriors. And this has created the courage and strong sense of honor of this ethnic group.

It was Lotom who spoke, and the human cavalry pounced knowing that it was dead. Therefore, he did not make a move and gave the other party this opportunity. Because these soldiers under their hands also need blood to arouse their desire to fight.

The orcs in the front row quickly collected the corpses in two batches, clearing the way for the queue behind.

"Archer, throw the bow and arrow!" The distance was gradual, and the general defending the city spoke out hurriedly.

The wind whistled through the noisy battlefield, whistling and whispering, as if a ghost was crying. The banner hunted and roared, causing the iron pieces hanging below to rattle with it, as if playing a war song.

"Whoosh!"

Countless arrows were hurried out from the city walls like a torrential rain, swishing and joining, like a dark cloud floating in the sky, obscuring the light of the heaven and earth.

The whistling wind disappeared without a trace, and the aura of slaughter was pervasive, which was particularly terrifying!

Last time, the orcs took advantage of the wind and snow to come, and played the role of a surprise attack. Now that the battle is set out, the role of commanders, strategists, and generals is instantly manifested.

"Raise your shield!" However, the orcs were clearly prepared, and not just brute attack. Although the defeat of mankind at that time left a lot of armor and weapons, the armor was limited to the body and could not be used, and many weapons were not used well. Therefore, there are not many weapons that can actually be distributed.

However, as far as the shield is concerned, it is tall for humans, but it is just enough for them to use it.

The arrows plunged into the iron-clad wooden shield, making a dull beating like a war drum, but more densely than the craziest drummer striking, like a summer night rain beating against the eaves.

The force of the arrow was great, and the sharp tip of the arrow pierced through the shield.

In order to be able to deal with the orcs, Myron Kellogg specially bought a batch of enchanted arrows from Raphael. It cost hundreds of thousands of gold soles.

But for now, it's well spent.

With a muffled snort, those orc warriors were directly pierced through their bodies by sharp arrows, but these guys were also very tough, dragging their injured bodies and moving forward.

The sound of arrows breaking through the air, the low shouts of archers, the sound of arrows in wooden shields, the sound of city defense weapons being built, the muffled snorts of orcs and falling to the ground, the sound of firm steps, all kinds of sounds mixed together, turning the snow that was previously shrouded by the early sun into a Shura hell.

Although this is not a short road, the orcs rush forward with their shields on their backs, and soon shorten the distance.

The centaurs quickly pulled out the arrows in the quiver and counterattacked with a backhand, although they had the height advantage of the city wall, but the strong muscles and excellent explosive power of the centaurs easily killed those shooters on the city wall.

Some orcs with fierce faces, big bellies, and flagpoles behind them, holding a shining double-edged battle axe in their hands, shouted majestically to the orc soldiers around them.

This is the slayer among the orcs, they are the leaders and pioneers of the orc vanguard. Not every orc is capable of becoming a Slayer, but every Slayer is definitely the ace vanguard of the orc force.

"Throw these hooks up!" The slaughterer, armed with an inverted claw, threw it directly at the wall, not directly in the battlements, but deep into the wall.

The orc soldiers behind him followed suit, and then the orc soldiers behind followed the rope and climbed over the wall.

On the wall of the city wall, there was a flash of lightning, and these orc warriors who had climbed halfway up were numb one after another, and they fell down and crashed into the bodies of the people behind them. These guys are just rough-skinned and thick-skinned, so they didn't just die.

But the archers seized the opportunity to take out the ordinary arrows placed on the city wall and shoot them indiscriminately, and gave them a funeral.

"It seems that this is the means that the human provides. Isn't it too naïve to think that just this can stop our orc army? Lothom chuckled dismissively, and a low voice of prayer came from behind him.

The priests made a move, and blood-like red light spread all over the bodies of the orc warriors in front of them, causing the muscles on their bodies to bulge, and their eyes turned red directly.

But seeing that these guys directly ignored the obstacles, they followed the rope and rushed to the city wall in a few jumps.

Spears stabbed out, but they were caught in their muscles, inflicting only minor injuries. This caused a bloodthirsty smile on their faces, and without weapons, they grabbed the human in front of them and tore them apart. Then the corpse was thrown out to the sides!

The magician began to flip through the magic book in his hand, and from the top of the city wall, bursts of qi burst out, and those orc warriors were pushed out by a huge force. The orcs on the city walls were also slaughtered under the attack of a group of tall yellow-armored soldiers.

"Earthrage Royal Guard." Raphael looked at these guys with a hint of nostalgia in his eyes, he had been on this team in the first place.

Seeing that the offensive ahead was unfavorable, Lothom looked quite impatient, and he was not a commander's material. He is a swordsman, a murderous orc.

So, he moved.

With a light step, his hand was already holding his treasure knife 'Broken Corpse'.

There was no corpse under the knife, and the minced flesh was flying.

"It's just some ants, trying in vain to stop the rise of my orcs and compete with my orcs?" Lothom sneered disdainfully, and although it was small, it reached the ears of everyone present.

With a single sword, the solid wall directly broke a hole in it, as if to welcome his arrival. The soldiers on it were chopped to pieces before they could even wail.

"Your Excellency's behavior seems to be a bit inconsistent with the rules you set at the beginning, right?" Dybala Ottore saw Lothom break through the wall with a single sword, his eyes shrank slightly, and his heart was terrified. He didn't expect the orcs to send such a figure here.

"Rules? That's what you humans set up, what does it have to do with my orcs? Faced with Dybala Ottore's words, Lothom sneered disdainfully.

These humans will only make these vows that are good for them, and will not mention them when they are strong. Once the situation is weak, I immediately turn these bottles and cans out, and I really don't know how to write the word shame.

"Your Excellency is not afraid of incurring the revenge of my entire Ottore Empire by doing this?" Dybala Ottore spoke in a condescending tone.

"Revenge? I've heard that you've lost even your nest, and you're left with the land. You're actually taking revenge on me now? "Lothom seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world, and he couldn't even stand up with laughter.

"Louis Perchens! It seems that this person really has a wide range of friends, and everyone knows him. Dybala Ottore's eyes were cold, and he would give this information to the orcs, and I am afraid that only this kind Grand Duke would be the only one.

As for those former opponents? If they wanted his life, they would have come long ago, and they would not have used these troublesome means.

"Don't talk this nonsense, if you quit the land, promise not to do it again. I might be able to let you go. With the smile of a victor on his face, and the right to judge, Lothom spoke.

"Your Excellency, even a three-year-old child wouldn't believe it." Dybala Ottore shook his head slightly, if he retreated into the Karriz Rift, it would be a chance for the orcs to slaughter them.

"You're smart, so your life is going to stay here." After speaking, the knife is out.

The sword shot straight at Dybala Ottore, and a figure in a black mask slashed out beside him, with a shield as black as ink in front of him. The sword landed on it, only with a thud, and then dispersed.

"Blackshield Corthos." Raphael lightly spat out the man's name, this man is not very famous, he is famous for the title. 'The last armor of Emperor Ottore' is the meaning of the title Black Shield.

There is only defense, no offense.

"A turtle shell?" Lothom chuckled, "Three Soul Slayers!" ”

In a flash, Lothom had already stepped forward, and the broken corpse violently stirred up a vigorous killing intent, and the knife intent on Lothom's body merged into it.

Three knives turned into one knife.

It was as fast as a flash of lightning in the air.

"Root!"

The knife struck the shield as if it were on a wall.

But the shield-bearer's face turned pale. The difference in strength between the two sides was too great, mainly from the sword intent on Lothom's body that seeped into his body through the shield.

The orc soldiers behind him squeezed in through the crack in the wall, and the centaurs raised their longbows and pointed at the soldiers around them.

The whole scene seems to be frozen, and the strong will decide the victory or defeat of a battle.

Lothom's offensive was swift, fierce, and terrifying, making the soldiers feel irresistible. But they forcibly did not pay attention, and kept fending off the invasion of the orcs.

However, it is as if someone has set a fire to your home, and you cannot continue to work regardless of it. This distraction gave the orcs a direct upper hand.

The dead and the strong men pounced on Lothom like moths, but they were all pieces of minced meat.

"Your Excellency, are you not going to make a move even now? I'm willing to give you fifty Royal Treasures in exchange for one sale! Dybala Ottore saw a man fall in front of him, and his heart was filled with sadness. I thought that they would be able to resist the attack of the orcs, but who would have thought that the orcs would be so determined to be able to completely occupy this land.

The eyes were wide open, and at first there was a little blame. After all, he is also a human being, and Raphael is really a little too cold-blooded to say that he will not save him when he sees death at such a time.

At the same time, he also understands that if he doesn't come up with something to impress the other party, he is afraid that he will not help them.

"As long as the foundation is kept, there will be a future." Secretly hated the weakness of their Ottore royal family, if he had a card like Raphael's in his hand, then this battle or nothing would be like this.

In his heart, he couldn't help but have a desire for the improvement of his strength again, but he was only lucky to be able to enter the seventh order at that time. Eighth order? How can it be so easily achieved? Sigh slightly in my heart.

However, how can we move forward without momentum?

Raphael, who was on top of the tower, nodded with satisfaction when he heard Dybala Ottore's words.

Good? This thing can't be eaten. Something that doesn't have a stake? Who would do it willingly?

With a movement in his heart, he summoned the creature from the Balchik plane that had been modified from the template of the Split Feather Clan.

With a slight ripple, a figure stepped out of it. A slender, slender body, hands to knees, and pale blue pupils glowing with coldness and murderous intent. A milky white outfit set off it even more white, "Master! The guy saluted Raphael and disappeared into the room the next moment.

"Sure enough, there is someone behind you, just let me see what kind of strength you expect the foreign aid to have." As soon as the words fell, I saw a figure appear in front of Dybala Ottore, this guy shook his body slightly, as if he was doing warm-up exercises?

"Hahaha...... I thought your reinforcements were some kind of awesome guys, like a stick. Stunned, Lothom laughed out loud.

The pale blue pupils flushed slightly, and the improved Split Feather Clan instantly crossed the distance between the two, shook his hands into fists, and with a series of blows, Lotom's body was constantly knocked away and beaten high, as if as long as he continued like this, he would be able to break away from the Io continent.

"It's kind of interesting!" Lothom didn't react for a while, but he had already received a hundred punches, each punch hit the same position, and his body, which he had always been proud of, gently cracked open.

The broken corpse was swung down, and this thousand-tempered knife was empty?!

"Looks like I should take back what I said, you're pretty good." It was only at this time that Lothom began to face up to the opponent in front of him.

But the man from the Split Feather didn't speak, and the only thing that responded to him was to attack.

"But you're also underestimating me Lotom!" But seeing that there was a burst of cannon explosions from Lotom's body, a terrifying energy poured out from his body in all directions.

"Field!" It was only at this time that Raphael began to face up to the orc. It's not only magicians who can open up realms, every class can have this ability. It's just that the direction of each person's and each profession's comprehension is different.

Raphael didn't expect that this little-known old orc would have such a ability to press the bottom of the box, it seems that he really underestimated the hero of the world!

And Raphael's voice seemed to be heard by Lothom, and a cold light shot towards his location!

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