Demon King

Jinggu was crumbling under the attack of the northern orcs. Rael roared angrily on the wall. Every time he repelled the northern orcs who climbed up, he would have to pay a heavy price. The corpses of human soldiers were everywhere on the wall.

The northern orcs chanted the name of the north wind totem, fighting bravely. The northern orcs are used to solving everything with brute force. Facts have proved that this is a very useful method in the face of most human soldiers.

Rael was almost desperate. At this moment, there was a deafening sound of horses hoofs in the distance. A group of cavalry wearing blue lining cloth and silver armor galloped in, dusty, hunting and flying with the green flag of the lancer regiment.

"It's the support of the Spear Corps!"

"Great, we can be saved!"

The surviving soldiers with blood on their faces cheered. The northern orcs with their heads full of muscles were not afraid of death, and killed the elite legionary cavalry who charged back!

There was a bang, as if the storm was hitting the shore, and the reef shattered!

The formation of the northern orcs was torn apart by the elite cavalry of the stabbing army. Two or three hundred orc rhino cavalry penetrated into the human cavalry, but they were flexibly avoided from the front by the experienced army cavalry. The orc rhino cavalry was stabbed from the side. The lance flipped over.

After the fierce battle, the more than one thousand northern orcs were defeated by three thousand cavalry, almost completely wiped out.

The Lancers also lost more than 500 men.

Rael opened the city gate, walked out hastily, and said gratefully: "I am the Lord of Crystal Valley, thank you for your support."

Caesar took off his helmet and looked tired. They marched hurriedly for many days, eating and sleeping, and finally caught up with the rescue. He whispered: "Baron Rael, what other territory has been under siege?"

"Riema Town!" Rael blurted out and hurriedly said: "The northern orcs they encountered were twice or three times as much as ours."

Ivo's face appeared in Caesar's mind, he sighed, and ordered: "Continue marching, and the target supports Lima Town."

The two mammoths were blocked by the ice wall, out of touch with the orc army, and were hit by the surrounding bunker. They were filled with arrows, densely packed like hedgehogs, screaming and falling to the ground. The behemoth that threatened the most fortifications was finally solved. What came was the morale boost of Lima Town and the fury of Gulas.

The firepower of the sixteen bunkers formed a torrential rain of crossbow arrows, endless, and the northern orcs were like harvested wheat.

Gulash roared and led the furious orcs to rush towards the city wall with a rain of arrows. In this short distance, the orcs would lose at least a quarter of them.

Ivo shouted at this moment: "Strike!"

Just as the guards on the city wall were hurting, some of the bunker doors opened. Hurricane students and mercenaries led some guards to stop on the northern orc’s forward path. They were waiting. The magicians used elemental magic, pouring blows, and Nafi held high. The rod, circles of invisible mental impact swept the orcs, and many simple-headed orcs screamed while holding their heads. Ivo understood the feeling, like the pain of a hundred files scratching in his head.

Although the bunker formation is strong, it also needs field troops to contain the enemy's actions.

"In the name of the north wind totem vodorima, the beast of the north wind never fears powerful enemies, only blood can show its strength!"

Gulash roared loudly, and the northern orcs shouted together. This slogan actually made the northern beasts angry, ignoring the pain, brandishing their weapons, and clanging to block the rain of arrows.

The bolts of the ballista swiftly screamed, nailing to the ground a head of northern orcs.

Vodurima is an ancestor dragon, representing the north wind. Its deity is tough and barbaric. It is not only the northern gods, but also the totem admired by the northern orcs.

Gulas whirled around with an axe, swept a vigorous vigor, and cleared the arrow rain within 30 meters.

The next moment, the northern orcs collided with the soldiers on the attack, and the sound of fighting was deafening.

Although the Hurricane students are young, they are trained professionals after all. With the help of experienced mercenaries, they stabilized the formation. Barlow sprinkled a large amount of sword energy among the beast crowd, as if setting off a white storm, his sword energy It seems that there is a special temperament in it, majestic and majestic, and it seems that there is still a lot of power that has not been developed.

Hades was like a shadow, flickering in the crowd of beasts, daggers and battle axes collided again and again, and from time to time, northern orcs were cut open by him in the chaos.

Ender still had his double shields in his hand, and he was carrying a huge tower shield, like a turtle, screaming in panic, sounding dangerous, but he was guarded strictly, no orcs could break through his double shields.

Gulash thought he could see the fragile bodies of the "people and sheep" of the same race easily torn apart, but such a scene did not happen.

The strength of this group of guards seems to be elite and well-equipped. A northern orc’s battle axe smashed into the shoulder armor of a young guard, but failed to break the enchanted armor. The young guard was only half-kneeled by a heavy blow.于地.

The combat skills taught by Ivo flashed in his mind. The young soldier subconsciously pierced the knee of the orc in panic. The enchanted sword pierced the knee without any hindrance. The orc fell to the ground. Ground, one leg was scrapped.

The young soldier exclaimed in excitement, "I, I defeated a northern orc!"

Rod chopped off an orc, wiped the blood off his face, and helped the young guard up, "Well done, that's how you beat it!"

The guards blocked the impact of the northern orcs. Although the beasts are powerful and most of them are fighters who break through the physical limits, the mercenaries of the hurricane regiment are not vegetarians. There was also an orc about to attack him, and a crossbow arrow shot at him, piercing the orc's chest with a thud, nailing it to the ground.

Under the covering attack of the bunker, the orcs were unable to exert their full strength, and the guards who attacked even fought against the northern orcs.

Gulash’s anger almost blasted his skull. Every moment, orcs died under the arrow rain of the bunker. There was only one dead end to stay in place. The best way is to escape, but the chief’s pride and scheming anger doomed him. Only move forward, never retreat.

Rage engulfed reason, Gulash smashed through the guard formation alone, leading three hundred orc rhino riders, straight to the wall, with a violent aura.

A giant dragon lay down on the ground, blocking the city wall. The cold golden dragon eyes stared at the rushing orc indifferently. Nebuldan was the last line of defense, spewing out the cold current of dragon's breath, hail blasting out, and flying a famous orc rhinoceros. Riding, only Gulas went forward and struck Nebuldan's chest with an axe.

Puff, dragon scales shattered, giant axe embedded in flesh and blood, blood splattered.

Gulash burned with invisible power flames all over his body, and the air was distorted.

Ten-level powerhouse!

Nebuldan's wings flicked, and the dragon's claws squeezed towards Gulash, but he was cut back with another axe.

The orc rhinoceros rode around ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ and temporarily entangled Nebuldan. Gulas bypassed Nebuldan and rushed towards the city wall, his eyes full of deep hatred for Ivo.

Although there is only one person, it is worth thousands of troops. This is the power of the tenth-level powerhouse.

The guards on the wall became nervous again.

Ivo took a deep breath, took off the lord’s exquisite cloak and robe, went into battle lightly, jumped off the city wall, flexed his muscles, and calmly faced the rushing tenth-level warrior Gulas, even with strong killing intent. The aura stabbed his eyes, and his body never trembled.

On the city wall, a man wearing a helmet concealing the cross scars flashed his eyes, looked at Ivo's back in silence, and muttered: "Are you ready to face the world with your true face?"

In the next moment, Ivo raised his **** to Gulas, and said very owingly, "Dare to truce and fight tomorrow."

The cross-scar man smashed the wall tiles in a gaffe, a little dizzy.

Why is this guy my clan!

To be continued.