Soul of Burning Steel

In the early summer of Yanghui, the dawn is born.

At the end of the horizon of the northwestern prairie, a faint light slowly rises under the surrounding stars, and then it releases infinite light and heat, illuminating the world, and at the same time, this light brings a flash of light on the earth. .

It was not the brilliance of magic, nor the flame of vindictiveness, but a strange refraction.

This is the light reflected by the armor.

On the seemingly endless land of the Great Plains, the ground is shaking, and there are five huge legions slowly marching. They wear five different styles of armor, have five different heraldic flags, and line up five kinds of them. Different types of arrays, but they are all moving in the same direction.

That is the place where the sun rises, the land where all swords will intersect.

That's where the orc king's court is.

As the nomadic orcs, they have further knowledge from human hands. Since five hundred years ago, they no longer use stone arrows, bony spears and wooden shields. They mine the bare iron ore on the grassland. , Forging weapons and armor, building towns and fortresses between plains and valleys, reclaiming farmland, and grazing herds. If not, they will never be able to resist the growing strength of mankind. Instead, they can continue to invade the frontiers every year, plundering people and people. Resources.

The Orc King Court is a huge fortress city that stands on the plateau of Tatarus, the ridge of the plain. It has a towering terrain and a wall made of limestone. It has good magic resistance. It is the capital and holy place of the orcs, and it is also the orcs. The residence of the royal family, it is a blessed city blessed by the orcs and the **** of war.

But now, the city of gods and blessings is wrapped in corpses and blood. The bright red blood of humans and the green blood of orcs are mixed and dried up, forming an indistinguishable black blood scab. This black trace soaks the gray wall. , No matter how ruthless people are, after seeing this scenery, they will be shocked by this tragic scene.

The Orc King Court has been surrounded by the empire’s army for a month. The two sides have fought for a long time and fought several tragic siege and defensive battles. However, because the city walls are too hard, the defenses are too tight, even if it has already been. The army of all the orcs was defeated, and the invincible empire suffered a setback here.

From the Battle of Thomas Grand Canyon that began last fall to the Battle of Tatarus Heights today, the vigorous power of the orcs has been completely wiped out. The towns, villages, farmland and all traces of civilization exhibitions that have been exhibited over the past five hundred years have been completely destroyed. The fire started by mankind burned out, and now, only this besieged isolated city is left, waiting for the inevitable fall.

And just now.

There was a flash of light on the other side of the horizon.

The armor reflects the brilliance, like a sparkling lake in the sun, five new legions have come here, ready to release the anger of mankind.

"this is……"

A certain besieged general noticed this, exhausted, he raised his binoculars, looked into the distance, and then couldn't help but say in shock: "These five flags..."

"Are they here too?!"

Black crow, red mist, white horse, sky and golden glory.

After suppressing the Kuroshio Rebellion within the empire, five legions directly under the emperor came to the final battlefield with the orcs.

With the sound of the armor interlacing, they exchanged positions with the original siege troops in an orderly manner, taking on the responsibilities of forwards. Next, they will take turns in battle, using their lives to wipe out all the vigorous power of the orcs until they break through the city and bring it down. Burned out.

Not a single living thing is left.

In the Orc King's Court, rows of shamans wearing bone ornaments and totems walked up the city wall, and there were nearly a thousand in number. They were condescendingly looking down at the human army that surrounded them.

That is a huge army of hundreds of thousands, even if it is just a supply, it is a huge amount that the entire orc race cannot afford. This scene made the shaman's eyes reveal a sorrow of death, and they did not say a word, making the scene seem a little silent.

The wind blew through the corpses between the two armies, bringing a smell of blood.

They stretched out their skinny hands, holding their totems, or the spiritual things that their souls boarded.

This is a completely different spell from human wizards. It is another way to explore the world different from magic. Shamans obtain their power by igniting the flames of their souls and communicating with the will of all things in the world. Nowadays, totems of different materials began to show a deep breath, runes surged, the power of the elements was mobilized, and the mysterious light was shining.

This is the most elite high-level shaman legion of the orcs. All the great shamans belonging to the war gods are in it. Their ancestors once smashed all the races on the plain with the great sweat of the orcs and wiped out the centaur. The first legion.

The surging wind on the Great Plains blew away the clouds, and brought a violent whistling in the sky and the earth. An old orc who was covered with gem pendants all over his body was not so skinny compared to other shamans. Standing out, it was holding a huge bone stick. There were no pupils or whites in its eyes, only a glowing white light.

The big orc shaman, the highest priest of the **** of war, is watching the enemy in front of him, the desperate army of mankind. It knows that the end of the proud grassland and the withering end of the son of war is coming, and that is inevitable.

And rows of priests took a step forward with it, juxtaposed with it, and formed a long black line on the city wall.

The silent and sad front.

This is the last chance for the two armies to switch defenses. Even if it is meaningless, one more human must be killed.

This is the only idea of ​​all orcs~www.novelmtl.com~ Orcs are family members of war. Their bodies are burning with the power of killing and destruction. The children of war will never surrender or give up resistance, even if they have been besieged for a long time. , Also take the initiative.

Silently looked at the surrounding shaman and priests. These are its descendants, its students, and the high priest’s eyes did not flicker. It raised the bone staff in its hand and was inlaid on the top. It came from the centaur. The skull of the last blood of the royal family was gleaming with blood in the wind.

The road to conquer the orcs never stops, either to exterminate other races, or to be exterminated by other races, this is something that can't be better understood.

"Blood sacrifice to ancestors." Its dry and low voice echoed on the city wall.

"The soul belongs to the earth." The same voice and channel withered by hunger and thirst.

Countless totems burst out the brightest dazzling light at this moment, and one after another deep and powerful aura was released, and the power from ancient times, heaven and earth, and everything in the world was released.

One hundred and twenty-nine years ago, a huge hurricane destroyed an entire city.

Three hundred and fifty-one years ago, the earthquake that wiped out an entire army.

Seven hundred and seventy-four years ago, he fell from the sky, almost extinct the orcs, and struck the star of Tatarus on the ridge of the plain.

The power of all disasters is reproduced, and then the concept is extracted, condensed into a series of dark beams, countless beams across the sky and the sky, forming a long parabola, leaving afterimages in the field of vision, in the stream of light Contains the power that can destroy everything, and it shoots directly towards the human legion.

Shamans are people who call for the power of the past and the world. They can follow the spirits in the heavens and the earth and reproduce all the phenomena that once appeared in this world.

And this is the final counterattack. (To be continued.) 8