Chapter 192

The sun shines in early summer and the dawn is born.

At the end of the horizon of the northwest prairie, a faint light rises slowly around the stars, and then it releases infinite light and heat to shine on the world. While the light is shining, it also brings a flash on the earth.

It wasn't the brilliance of magic, it wasn't the flame of fighting, it was some strange refraction.

This is the reflection of the armor.

In the vast and seemingly boundless land of the great plain, the earth is shaking, and five huge legions are moving slowly. They are wearing five different types of armor, five different emblazoned flags, and five different types of arrays, but they are all moving in the same direction.

That's where the sun rises, where all the swords will meet.

That's where the orc court is.

As nomadic orcs, they have gained further knowledge of civilization from human hands. Since five hundred years ago, they no longer use stone arrows, bone spears and wooden shields. They mine the bare iron ore on the grassland, forge weapons and armor, build towns and fortresses between the plains and valleys, cultivate farmland and graze herds, If not, they will not be able to resist the increasing power of human beings. On the contrary, they will continue to invade the frontier every year and plunder the population and resources.

The orc King's court is a huge fortress city standing on the plateau of tatarus on the ridge of the plain. It has a high terrain, and its wall is composed of limestone. It has a good magic resistance. It is the capital and holy land of the orcs, and also the residence of the orc royal family. It is a blessed City blessed by the orcs and the God of war.

But now, the blessed city is wrapped in corpses and blood. The bright red blood of human beings and the green blood of orcs are mixed together and dried up, forming a unique black scab. The black traces soak the gray walls. No matter how ruthless people are, they will be shocked by this tragic scene.

The orc King's court has been surrounded by the army of the Empire for more than a month. The two sides have been fighting each other for a long time, and they have carried out several fierce sieges and defences. However, because the wall is too hard and the defense is too strict, even if they have defeated all the orc's troops, the invincible Empire has also suffered setbacks here.

From the battle of Thomas Grand Canyon, which started last autumn, to the battle of tataros highland, the orc's living power has been completely wiped out. Towns, villages, farmland and all traces of civilization development that have developed over the past five hundred years have been burned up by the fire ignited by human beings. Now, only this besieged and isolated city is left, Waiting for the inevitable fall.

And right now.

The other end of the horizon lights up.

The armor reflects light, like a lake sparkling in the sun. Five new legions come here, ready to release human anger.

"This is..."

A general who besieged the city noticed this. Exhausted, he raised his telescope and looked into the distance. Then he was shocked and said: "these five flags..."

"Are they here too?"

Black crow, red fog, white horse, sky and golden light.

After the suppression of the Kuroshio rebellion within the Empire, five legions directly under the emperor came to the final battlefield with the orcs.

With the sound of armor crisscrossing, they orderly exchanged positions with the original besieged forces and took on the role of vanguard. Next, they would take turns to fight, using human lives to destroy all the orc's living forces, until they broke the city and burned it up.

There's no living thing left.

In the orc court, there are nearly a thousand shamans wearing bone ornaments and totems on the wall. They look down on the human army surrounding them.

It's a huge army of hundreds of thousands, even if it's just supplies, which the entire orc race can't afford. This scene, let the eyes of the shamans reveal a burst of dead sorrow, they do not say a word, let the scene appear a little silent.

The wind blew through the corpses between the two armies, with a bloody smell.

They stretched out their bony hands, holding their totem, or the spirit of the soul boarding things.

This is totally different from human mages. It is another way to explore the world different from magic. Shamans acquire their power by lighting the flame of their souls and communicating with the will of all things in the world. Nowadays, totems of different materials begin to emerge with deep breath, runes surge, the power of elements is mobilized, and the mysterious light is shining.

This is the most elite high-level shaman legion of orcs. All the great shamans belonging to the war god religion are among them. Their ancestors once defeated all the races on the plain and exterminated the first legion of centaurs with the orc's first generation Khan.The surging wind on the great plain blew away the clouds, and there was a fierce roar in the sky and the earth. An old orc, who was not so skinny compared with other shamans, came out, holding a huge bone staff. There were no pupils and white eyes in his eyes, only a hot white light.

The orc shaman, the supreme priest of the God of war, looks at the enemy in front of him. The despairing army of mankind knows that the end of the withering proud grassland and the son of war is coming, which is inevitable.

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

Silent and sad front.

This is the last chance for the two armies to change their guard. Even if it is meaningless, we need to kill one more human.

This is the only idea of all orcs.

Orcs are the dependents of war. Their bodies are burning with the power of killing and destruction. The sons of war will never surrender or give up resistance. Even if they have been besieged for a long time, they will take the initiative to attack.

Silent looking at the shamans and priests around, these are its descendants, its students, the high priest's eyes did not flash, it raised the bone stick in its hand, was inlaid at the top, the skull from the last blood of the royal family of centaurs was shining in the wind.

The road of ORC conquest will never stop. It's easy to understand that orcs either exterminate other races or be exterminated by others.

"Blood for ancestors." Its dry and low voice reverberated above the wall.

"Back to the earth." Voices and vocals that are also parched by hunger and thirst.

Countless totems, in this moment, burst out the most dazzling light, one after another deep and powerful breath release, from ancient times, heaven and earth, and all the power of the world is released.

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

Three hundred and fifty-one years ago, an earthquake that destroyed an entire army.

774 years ago, it came down from the sky and nearly wiped out the orcs. It hit the sky falling star of tatarus, which hit the ridge of the plain.

The power of all disasters is reappeared, and then its concept is extracted, and condensed into dark beams. Countless beams across the sky and the sky, forming a long parabola, leaving a shadow in the field of vision. This streamer contains the power to destroy everything, and it goes straight towards the Legion of human beings.

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

And this is the final counterattack