Through the battlefields of life and death, under the wanton humiliation of war, the orcs have grown into true warriors at a rapid pace, possessing the virtues of perseverance and bravery.

However, on the battlefield, the only virtue is to be strong!

They are facing a fighting race that is constantly evolving through killing and conquest, and the Wugmar black orcs who have taken the art of war to the pinnacle, a new generation of orc races.

As soon as they touched it, reality gave the orcs a head-on blow.

The number of black orcs that reached a certain scale were connected to each other with tower shields, like moving city walls, and countless half-orcs were knocked to the point of bleeding when they hit this copper wall.

Accompanying shield battles are spearmen, scythes that pierce through the gaps, longbowmen who snipe freely in the third array, crossbowmen, and Imperial Shamans and Warsong Rites protected in the core.

The two black orcs looked solemn, and one by one the instructions came from their mouths from the condensed and condensed into words, and quickly conveyed to the various formations, all in an orderly manner.

The first time was the half-orc's sortie, and the black orcs only cooperated with the defense, but even under the defense, the half-orcs still had to face the frustrating facts!

In the second round, under the early and efficient action, each black orc was like a cog biting each other, forming a huge war machine with each other. After all the commissioning work was completed, the war machine began to be launched.

The orcs were crushed before they could barely form a decent defense.

At the end of the day, they are still a rabble.

The former black-bladed slave orcs who had just been freed could not inflict any substantial damage on the black-orcs except for picking up weapons and waving them indiscriminately.

The orc warriors of the Slaves of Liberty are a generation that has grown up since they were freed, but their task is even more difficult, and they have barely managed to look like warriors under the training of leaders such as the Blood Axe, and have forged them into true warriors in the flames of war.

However, the cruel reality is that the elite of this group of orcs can only compete with barbarian warriors, weaker than the tribal orcs, and more like the gap between antelopes and lions than the black orcs.

10,000 antelopes against lions more than twice as many as themselves, and the outcome was predestined from the beginning.

On the battlefield, the Blood Axe and the Candle Fire Divine Guard turned the tide with the strength of dozens of people, blocking the progress of the black orcs' footsteps, and the blade of the flail waved the big axe and giant shield, trampling like a giant elephant, and the black orc soldiers who tried to organize a war to resist ended in being knocked away.

However, this advantage was eventually curbed under the premise that the quantity reached a certain level and the quantitative change caused the qualitative change.

Wugmar's Iron Guard, the elite class of the Empire, all of them are extraordinary elites, and a thousand Iron Blood Guards combined with six thousand Imperial soldiers are enough to trap the candle flame body in the pace of advancement.

The two Black Orc Overseers have always had a grudge towards this fierce blade army, especially the leader of the Blade of the Flails, but they are soldiers, and they do not have any stupid ideas such as 'going down in person, shame before the snow', and it is the duty of a soldier to completely annihilate the other party in the siege and serve the highest strategic purpose.

The purpose of the vanguard is not only to open the way for the army, but also to track down and extinguish all the flames of the resurrection of the orc god.

For this reason, the Shamanic Blood War Order from the Iron Blood Temple of the Vanguard Army is the elite responsible for fighting against the gods.

Under the military and military god-emperor regime, the emperor was both the master of secular military power and the only god of God in the world, and the Temple of Iron Blood was a religious institution established by the emperor who was also the supreme prophet to worship the god Wugmar.

Among them, the Shaman Blood War Order is a group of special shaman troops of the empire wearing strong armor, holding a staff in one hand and a sharp weapon in the other, abandoning the primitive and backward ancient totem tricks, but directly engrave 'spirit marks' on the body, and use blood to attract the resonance of elemental power to cast spells, but shamans without mana will cast spells directly with health points.

Unlike other Imperial Shamans, in addition to carving 'spirit marks' on their bodies, the Blood War Order will also engrave the same 'spirit marks' on their weapons to increase their resonance, and cast spells to enchant weapons for hand-to-hand combat, which is not much more ferocious than the most ferocious warriors.

Similar to the combination of a priest and a warrior, the Blood War Order is an undead god on the battlefield, and this force can only be seen when fighting enemy gods.

From here, it can be seen that the Witchmar Empire attaches great importance to the god of the orcs.

Hell's wounds were getting worse and worse as he was caught in the enemy's ranks, and the number of black orcs he slashed was getting smaller and smaller.

His eyes were stained red with blood, and all he could see was a blood-blurred landscape.

Hull didn't care, because all he was doing now was wielding a mechanical blade.

The Order of Blood Warriors approached Hull from all directions, one shaman holding a flail in one hand and a pitch-black compass in the other, the needle pointing straight into the night, glowing with a dazzling golden light.

"Lock the target, rule out the start!"

Eight shamans struck at the same time, blocking Hull's retreat in all directions, and the black orc soldiers who had fought him slowly retreated, and the battlefield was officially taken over by the imperial shamans.

The webs have been weaved, and the little orc has already spread its wings.

……

The blade in the midst of the battle sensed an inexplicable crisis, not of himself, but of God.

"It's him!"

Hull's face gradually came to mind, and around the inheritor were hideous faces, each of which looked vague and uncertain, but the appearance was amazing.

"God of the Black Orcs, is this your purpose...... I will not allow it! ”

The bear's skin exploded, the blade of the flail revealed its true face, and the chains that wrapped around the body dragged up, swaying, and swaying with the wind, and several black orcs were caught off guard by the chains directly cut off at the waist.

"The ancient divine punishment ends today, and the unpardonable sin of the 'Fierce Blade' will be interrupted from there, my God, forgive us!"

The ancient oath condensed the power of the Divine Word and severed the chains with an indestructible note.

The heavy shackles are removed, and the blade, which is no longer bound, shines brightly.

The sudden surge of momentum made the iron-blooded guards retreat in fright, and the invisible coercion suddenly descended, overwhelming themselves from breathing.

The Black Orc Overseers in the distance sensed something was wrong, but by the time they wanted to continue their build-up, it was too late.

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The half-orcs are losing and retreating, and countless clansmen have died on the battlefield, and there are those who do not retreat from the battle, and there are also those who are greedy for life and afraid of death.

After the blood, the renewed sense of fear under the shadow of death makes many orcs nostalgic for the 'beauty' of being slaves, although it is difficult, but at least they do not have to pay the price of death.

Unfortunately, freedom must be exchanged for life!

Many orcs wanted to leave the battlefield when they saw the situation, but without exception, they were stopped by the black orcs, put on chains and became slaves again, and many of them surrendered on the battlefield.

The situation continues to erode, and there are fewer and fewer orcs who are obsessed with freedom, but those who remain are more and more determined to freedom.

If they can break out of this last shackle, this group of orcs will be the backbone of the race's independence!

Finally, the Blood Axe completed the fivefold madness, and the furious beast rushed into the enemy line, turning into a savage and bloody tyrannical beast, trying to tear a way for his people to survive with its fangs and claws.

Seeds of hope begin to sprout in the midst of all this, Night, Hel, the Blood Axe, and the Flail Blade.