In the middle of the night, the battle was raging in the northern city of Wylewood, and the flames and shouts of killing made all the inhabitants fearful, and some of them nervously observed the situation on the city walls.

Although the dark elves who launched the raid have been killed by Robert, the turmoil and damage caused have been irreparable, especially the magic flames that ordinary water can't extinguish at all, directly igniting the wooden buildings of half of the city, without the help of magic, just watering with wooden barrels has no effect at all, and there is a tendency to spread more and more, and many residents are sitting on the streets crying.

Although the attack of the dark elves did not actually kill too many people, the psychological blow caused was not small at all, and even the temporarily organized militia was sighing and sighing, not to mention those ordinary people.

Anyone who sees their home burned down can't help but feel sad, relatively speaking, the orcs who live a hard life are slightly better, but the love is a little low, after all, they used to live a nomadic life, and they have not yet developed a sense of belonging to the home in a civilized society, but human beings are different, the house has an extraordinary meaning for them, so they are all very lost, as if they have lost their souls.

Of course, even if the situation in the city was so bad that it was far less dangerous than the city walls, the one-eyed lonte was like crazy tonight, and launched a fierce attack regardless of casualties. He seemed to have made up his mind, ready to kick away this stumbling block that stood in his way at once.

On top of that, with the help of the Netherworld, these primitive and ignorant monsters have made a lot of engineering equipment out of wood, and although they look very rough and rudimentary, they have caused great trouble for the defenders. In particular, the pontoon bridges that filled the moat. It fully ensured that the rear forces could be continuously transported. Coupled with the huge rushing car, it is possible to fall if you are not careful.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! ”

Vaughn, the half-orc warrior, roared and rushed into the crowd, his flaming two-handed sword instantly setting off a storm of blood, whether it was a gnoll, an orc, an ogre, or a troll, all of them could not stop his terrifying killing skills, leaving nothing but blood, death, and broken corpses in his pass.

It can be said that if he hadn't kept appearing in the dangerous places of the form, I'm afraid that many places would have been lost at this moment. As soon as the soldiers in many places heard the voice of this legendary warrior and saw the fiery red blade, their morale would immediately rise.

It has to be said that although the legendary spellcaster is far more powerful than the melee class, and even a legendary spell can completely wipe out the enemy who will commit the attack, it can only gain people's fear at most, and only the kind of combat that the melee professional fights can win respect.

Just look at the eyes of the soldiers at this moment, you can see that they completely regard the half-orc warriors as their heroes and saviors, and even the weakest people are not willing to make a fool of themselves in front of their idols, gritting their teeth and desperately persevering.

Vaughn had no memory of how many enemies he had killed. I don't know how long it will last, but I just keep swinging my sword, swinging my sword, and swinging my sword again with inertia. Hone and improve your martial arts skills in battle, so that the movements become more and more concise, and the opponent who used to need to kill the enemy in two strokes can now be solved lightly.

Since that duel in front of the gods, this guy's warrior level has faintly shown signs of improving again, especially the one-eyed Ronte's whimsical fighting style has inspired him a lot, plus there are always enemies practicing these days, and his personal strength is rapidly improving.

Perhaps, as there is a proverb in the continent of Faerun, when two people of equal strength become opponents, they will soon compete with each other to improve, and as long as this state continues, they will one day write a legendary story.

Obviously, in terms of warrior level and martial arts, One-Eyed Lonte is superior.

The reason why Vaughn was able to draw last time was mainly because of his surprise and physical strength, especially the ability to heal wounds on his own, which is simply cheating for a melee professional. With this ability, it is completely possible to trade injuries for lives, and to be more aggressive in battle, making the opponent have to put more energy on the defensive end.

If it weren't for the one-eyed Ronte's experience in a hundred battles, I am afraid that he would have become a stepping stone for a half-orc warrior at this moment, which shows how powerful he is, even if he has entered his twilight years, he is still an invincible legend in the Supreme Wasteland.

Growing up in the northern barbarian tribes, Vaughn was a proud man who valued honor more than his own life, so he had long been determined to deal with this formidable adversary before the end of this war. Otherwise, when Longt will be old and undignified in a few years, he will not have the slightest glory even if he wins.

"West! The western wall is about to be overwhelmed! Support is urgently needed! An archer standing on the watchtower raised the alarm below.

"Got it! I'll go over here! ”

After Vaughn kicked the siege ladder down, he shouted and turned around and ran towards the dangerous place. He's like a firefighter now, going there when he needs to.

As he passed above the city gate, he slowed down slightly, stared at Lunt standing above the flag, and then stretched out his thumb to slash his neck, making a defiant circumcision salute, while muttering to himself, "Wait, I will defeat you, take all the glory that belongs to you, and then continue to the apex of the warrior's path......"

Lonte, who had the eye of magic, saw this scene clearly, and subconsciously clenched his two-handed axe, and opened his big mouth to let out a wild laugh: "Hahahahaha!" What an arrogant half-orc boy! It's okay, I'll cut off your head as a wine glass before dawn. I am the supreme king of this land! There is only one end for any challenger! That's death! ”

After speaking, he glared at the tribal chiefs standing behind him with one eye, exuding a chilling murderous aura all over his body.

In fact, the so-called tribal alliance is not monolithic, maybe the orc tribe is willing to obey the leadership of the one-eyed Lonte, but the gnolls, goblins, ogres and other monsters are just out of fear and have to join, there is no loyalty at all.

Since the myth of Lunt's invincibility in duels has been shattered. Quite a few guys are already getting ready to go. Some of the tribal leaders who are not low-ranking warriors are even showing their unruly side for the first time.

No doubt. Their vague alliance must have been intended to challenge One-Eyed Lonte's dominance over the entire wasteland, as can be seen from the main attacking force.

In the past, the cannon fodder troops that rushed to the front were basically either goblins or gnolls, and the orcs generally launched a fierce attack at the end. But now the most people involved in the attack are orcs, while the other races have begun to silently preserve their strength.

Obviously, although Lunt has not lost the leadership of the tribal alliance, his dominance has decreased a lot, at least he can no longer dominate everyone as he once wanted.

Of course, such a practice of secretly preserving strength can be seen as long as you are not blind. One-eyed Ront knows it all the same. If it weren't for the fear of large-scale civil strife, he would have hacked a few of the leading guys to death to deter the bastards who wanted to seize power.

But it's a pity, he can only think about it now, once he does this, the other races except the orcs will immediately fall apart, and when the time comes, let alone capture Wywood City, it will be difficult to even protect himself.

You must know that in the Faeron Continent, civilized society and the wild land are completely different worlds, and the former always abides by a certain order. Most of the rulers used a series of political means to constantly consolidate their power and position. So as long as it's not a good day? Anger and resentment, there is rarely a chaos of alternating power.

But the latter is different, the wild land has always been the king of the strong, and the ruler does not rely on political skills, but on the prestige of strong personal strength.

To put it bluntly, it is the killing of certain powerful creatures, such as dragons, giants, etc., and the number of enemies that the tribe has led to defeat, both of which are indispensable.

The reason why One-Eyed Ront is called a legend in the Supreme Wasteland is that he has slain a giant dragon, and secondly, he has always maintained the myth of invincibility.

But now that the myth had been shattered, and a warrior on par with him suddenly appeared, his prestige, which had been based on his prowes, had rapidly declined, and although the other tribal leaders were still no match for him, some careful thought inevitably came alive again.

The strong survive, the weak perish, all primitive tribes follow nature's law of elimination, and when a leader begins to grow old, countless young people begin to challenge his dominance, as is the case with Longt.

No matter how strong his fighting power is, he can't hide his gray hair and beard, age is now his worst enemy, and any young orc warrior who sees an elderly chief can't help but have the idea of replacing him, so he desperately wants to become the chosen one of the orc gods and make himself young again.

After intimidating all the chiefs with a chilling murderous aura, One-Eyed Ront took a deep breath and roared loudly, "Listen to me! Maybe some of you think you can replace me, and some of you think I'll die at the hands of that orc kid. It doesn't matter, I'll prove myself to be an invincible warrior and king of the High Wasteland. But now...... If anyone dares to disobey orders, I will not hesitate to cut off his head. Do you understand! ”

"Understood!"

The tribal leaders nodded reluctantly. They saw that the legendary warrior was in a state of rage, and they feared that this anger would be vented on them.

"Very good!" A smile appeared on One-Eyed Ronth's hideous face. "Remember, if any tribe dares to pull back tonight, I will remove it completely early tomorrow morning."

After speaking, he turned around and shouted to the mage sent by Yin Soul City: "Wizard, I don't care what method you use, in short, you want to open a hole in the city wall for me, can you do it?" ”

A man in a black robe and hood stepped forward and bowed slightly: "Yes, but you must first consume all the energy of the Mage Tower, otherwise it will be repaired immediately even if it collapses." ”

"Damn! That's why I hate magic. Lunt cursed in a low voice, then immediately turned around and instructed his men, "Did you hear that?" Keep sending someone to attack, and in ten minutes I'll see that thing turn to rubbish!" ”

"Yes!"

The orc herald slapped his chest hard and blew his low horn again......

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