Chapter 572： Golden armor

"Om...oo..." The low, distinctive horn echoed in the sky, and the heavy footsteps echoed in the wilderness.

An army with ragged armor has been deployed, and blood-colored flags are flying everywhere on the ground for several kilometers.

The flags are ragged and full of holes, and the flagpoles supporting these flags are not straight, but these flags flutter in the wind, making the air seem to be filled with the smell of blood.

The heavy armor was bound by heavy iron chains, and the sound of impact accompanied by footsteps, mixed into the heart-stringing sound of war drums, was a feeling that was called majestic.

"Famarus... let the bear troops come forward! I see the devil's beacon!" Riding on a majestic lion, a strong man wearing black armor and blue fangs is carrying a machete full of gaps. , Pointed to the black smoke in front of him, commanding harshly.

Hearing his order, the man named Famarus who had been riding a lion and following him nodded slightly, and then raised the giant axe in his hand: "Bear troops come forward! Ready to attack!"

Following his orders, one by one giant warriors over 3 meters tall came out of the queue. They were wearing heavy armor, with strong muscles exposed in the air, and the hair on them was as strong as a human toothbrush.

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Opposite this terrifying army, the demon's army is also gathering nervously. With almost as few weapons as the opponent, the same tattered demon soldiers crowded together, and spears were erected.

"Orc's troops! Damn! Let the troops shrink the line of defense! Immediately! Right away!" The demon commander headed by holding a long sword, listened to the melodious and dull horns in the distance, and ordered nervously.

"Organize the defense line! Beware of the dragon troops! Send someone to contact Lord Salumius! Let him come for reinforcements immediately! Hurry!" After he gave the order, he began to urge the demon soldiers in front of him: "Ready to fight! Ready to fight! !"

In the panic, the devil's troops also formed one neat array after another, and the devil's banner was also flying in the wind. The sound of the horns one after another, some huge demon war machines were also opened.

The huge "tank" imitating the dwarf moved forward a little bit slowly, and the magic guided gun on it had also been aimed at the direction of the enemy's attack.

The huge catapults were also pulled out, and the tall demon soldiers piled pieces of temporarily found stones on the sling poles of the catapult, and the thick lever sank little by little.

"The archer is ready! The archer is ready to fight!" The demon officer in the back row pressed the long sword around his waist and loudly ordered the rows of demon archers standing in front of him to get them ready.

These archers inserted their bows and arrows on the ground in front of them, and then waited for the launch command with their longbows.

Even standing in the position of these archers, you can clearly hear the deep sound of the horn in the distance, and the beat of the drum that makes people breathless.

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"For the great dragon god! Attack!" On the orc's phalanx, the orc commander riding the tallest lion lightly moved forward with his fingers like a carrot, and gave the order to attack with his majestic voice.

After a few seconds, the low horn sound suddenly rose up, suddenly becoming high-pitched.

Then, behind the orc leader, in front of a huge battle drum with a diameter of more than five meters, two Ursa warriors who did not wear any armor and only covered the crotch with a rag, waved their arms vigorously, using a pair of them. The animal's tibia quickly hit the round drumhead.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" With the rapid knocking sound, the soldiers of the orc army began to wriggle forward. The spear, which was not much thinner than the 75mm caliber gun of Ailan Hill, began to sway with the pace, guarding the blood-colored battle flag in the middle, and moved forward without rush.

"Boom!" A huge explosion of the magic cannon appeared in a square formation of orcs. Dozens of orcs fell in the fire, red blood splashed everywhere, and the remaining orc warriors became more agitated.

They shouted loudly, filled the space left by their companions, and then raised the tattered weapon in their hands and continued forward.

"Bows and arrows!" In the phalanx, the strongest orc commander bulged his biceps and supported his mouth full of fangs, reminding his soldiers loudly.

Then, countless heavy shields like anti-theft doors were lifted, covering the entire orc tribe's square like a fish scale.

Then, the devil's bow and arrow hit these shields, making a crackling sound like rain hitting the eaves.

From time to time, an orc fell with an arrow, and the orc behind filled it up again. As time went by, the orc phalanx at the forefront had already approached the demon's phalanx.

"Kill!" Standing in the front row, the bearman warrior with two huge maces in his hand shouted, picking up the two trunk-like weapons in his hand, and swept in the demon soldier full of spears. Formed into a square matrix.

The huge mace pulled away the slender spears and knocked down several demon soldiers in the first row.

Before the other demon soldiers pierced the burly Ursa warrior with their spears, the other Ursa warriors flattened the huge steel spear over five meters in their hands, as if they were wearing candied haws, they took the opposite demon soldier. Stabbed a pair of wear.

As if a pile of waste paper was stuffed into a shredder, the demon's line of defense was instantly torn to pieces by these powerful Ursa warriors. In just an instant, the demon's thousand-person phalanx that first entered the battle completely disappeared.

Of course, the demon troops were not so fragile. Soon the more elite giant troops stood in front of the bear troops. Both sides were of the same size and had heavy armor, so the battle began to stalemate.

Just like a rugby game, the two sides use their shields against each other and then push forward hard. The soldiers behind attacked each other with long spears, blood splashing everywhere.

This is purely a competition of power, purely the most brutal killing. From time to time in the battlefield, demon generals flew past with their fleshy wings, and then used fireballs to attack the orc troops that were still behind.

"Roar!" The earth-shaking roar made all the soldiers of the orc tribe cheer up instantly. The demon forces opposite them began to panic and retreat.

Immediately afterwards, a figure covering the sky and the sun appeared above the battlefield. It was a giant dragon flying like a mountain.

With wings of at least a hundred meters long, when this giant dragon passes over the battlefield, the shadow can cover a piece of land like a dark cloud.

And its roar, vaguely contains magic, which can boost one's morale and deter all enemies.

Ignoring the fireball skills and the attacks of feather arrow stones that flew towards him, this huge dragon swept past the demon's position and aimed its dragon head at the demon war machines that had been attacking the orcs.

In the next second, the dragon opened its mouth wide, and between its fangs and teeth, a magic circle appeared out of nowhere.

Then, a powerful pouring of energy began to gush out from the magic array, like a laser beam, rushing straight into the demon array on the ground.

The demon forces hit by this beam of energy immediately evaporated, and the surrounding demons screamed and shattered.

With the flight of the dragon, this beam of light formed a scorched trajectory on the ground, and the demons around the trajectory were crushed, watching the entire line of defense collapse in this attack.

The beam of light swept over the huge war machines, and the heavy steel shattered in the attack. The demon inside was roasted into coke, and the magical energy inside was also detonated, turning into a ball of gorgeous fireworks.

A battle that seemed to be fairly evenly matched, because of the addition of this giant dragon, it turned into a one-sided slaughter.

The bear troops on the ground tore open the defense line of the weakened demon troops, and immediately turned the stalemate into a chase.

The orc soldiers who joined the attack queue slashed and slashed regardless, and the devastated demon troops could not even resist.

Whenever a demon army wants to assemble, the dragon that hovered in the sky, seemingly invincible, will swoop down and easily burn the demon army that gathered.

As for the scattered demon forces, facing the attacks of the orcs, they can only be described as trivial. Wherever the orc troops pass by, the demon troops will be cleaned up immediately.

On the ground, behind the orc phalanx, on a raised hillside, a few sturdy men with a figure of about 1.5 meters, all dressed in golden armor, shone a divine halo in the sun.

These men who look like ordinary humans, but exude a powerful breath, are holding a beautifully carved helmet and a long sword studded with gems on their waist. They overlook the fire everywhere and explode everywhere. Battlefield.

"Salumius's head-shrinking turtle always sends these cannon fodder to consume with us. It is obviously buying time for the demon on the other side... You have also seen the letter sent by the elves. There is a magic word. The eyes have lost control." The man standing in the middle, who was obviously taller than the others, said slowly.

"If the elves lose, then the humans will almost lose." Another man with golden helmet and golden armor beside him said dismissively: "It's all the guys who are holding us back."

"This time is different." The man in the lead released the hand holding the hilt of the long sword, took out a piece of letter paper from the leather bag around his waist, and handed it to the other party: "Message from the Queen of the Elves, A human empire called Ailan Hill actually suppressed two magic eyes at the same time!"

"What? Are you kidding me?" The slightly shorter man took the letter and looked down: "Is the Elf Queen crazy?"