Not only do they have half-armor and helmets that can effectively resist slashing and puncture, but their weapons are basically alloy steel products that can be regarded as enchantment level 1.

As long as you are not knocked to the ground or exhausted, you can basically rely on a tight formation to withstand enemies several times your own.

In addition, these soldiers were determined to die and showed no fear from beginning to end.

This undoubtedly caused a huge psychological blow to the orcs who originally thought they could easily kill their opponents.

A rapid-fire round of revolver fire before the battle succeeded in creating chaos.

"Damn it! Don't run away! Come back here! Otherwise I will chop off your heads!"

Obould Arrow wielded the flaming sword and killed an orc deserter, then roared like crazy.

In order to win the priority to plunder the town after the war, the tribe he led was at the forefront, so it suffered particularly heavy losses.

When some of the orc warriors witnessed their companions' heads suddenly blooming and blood holes appearing on their bodies, their morale inevitably collapsed and they turned around and ran back. Even if they executed several deserters, they could not stop them.

Without the army under his command, the orc chief will lose his voice in the coalition.

Just when Obould Arrows was feeling angry and helpless at the rout of his men, he suddenly saw the young orc warrior he had just accepted not long ago striding towards the phalanx constructed by the human defenders, speaking in a manner full of

The movement with violent aesthetics jumped up, holding high the warhammer full of scars with both hands.

Before he had time to react to what was happening, a dazzling lightning flashed from the sky, hitting the hammer just in time.

moment!

The originally black war hammer burst into a creepy white light, and the huge power of thunder and lightning formed a ring around Thrall's body.

boom!!!!!!!

The moment the hammer fell, the whole earth trembled violently!

Lightning bolts were like silver snakes raging within a radius of tens of meters and making deafening thunder!

After the electric light disappeared, a large crater like a meteorite impact appeared within a radius of thirty meters with Sal as the center.

As for the human soldiers within this range, without exception, they were all dead, and even their corpses were charred to an indiscernible black carbide.

As for the armor, it all melted into hot liquid metal.

"You...who are you?!"

Obould Arrows, no matter how stupid he was at this moment, realized that the origin of this young orc warrior must be extraordinary, both for him and for the war hammer in his hand.

"My name is Thrall, an orc warrior who has just joined your tribe. And I said that I will prove myself in the next battle."

Thrall slowly stood up from the pit, unreservedly releasing the power of thunder and storm given by the Doomhammer.

He could feel that the elemental power of this world was far more abundant and powerful than that of Azeroth, as if it was connected to some inexhaustible source.

Just when Obould Arrows was about to say something, he suddenly saw a human officer not far away rushing over and immediately shouted: "Watch your back!"

The next second, Thrall swung the Doomhammer and smashed it over without looking back.

clang!

When the front end of the long sword hit the surface of the war hammer, the entire sword body suddenly bent to a ninety-degree angle, and the sharp tip of the sword broke on the spot, emitting dazzling golden sparks.

Then, under the action of huge inertia, it directly hit the armor on the chest, directly creating a large, deep crater.

"ah!!!!!!"

Accompanied by painful screams, the human officer flew backwards, then fell heavily on his back to the ground, with a large amount of blood spurting out from his mouth and nose.

"Sorry, although your bravery is admirable, a clumsy sneak attack like this is of no use to me. Now let me send you on your way."

With that said, Thrall raised the Doomhammer again and smashed it down.

The human officer turned into a headless corpse before he could even make a sound.

Because his head had been completely smashed by the heavy war hammer.

In the next few minutes, Thrall slaughtered the remaining Leicester Port defenders mercilessly, and did not stop until the last human soldier was killed.

Through this devastating battle, he not only demonstrated his power, but also won the admiration and admiration of countless orcs.

After all, worshiping the strong is a common trait among mortals, and this is especially true for a race like the orcs where power is paramount.

"Well done! From now on, you will be the number two person in the tribe after me. I will give you the title of Champion Warrior."

Obould Arrows raised his arm and patted Thrall on the shoulder, his eyes flashing with a very complicated light, which was both fear and apprehension, but also unconcealable ecstasy.

Because he is cunning by nature, he knows very well that the emergence of such a powerful warrior in his tribe means both opportunities and challenges.

The opportunity is that if Thrall can be conquered and become a loyal and capable subordinate, he can naturally annex other small tribes to strengthen himself, and even one day be crowned king and establish an orc kingdom.

But the challenge is that if Thrall cannot be conquered, as his reputation continues to increase, sooner or later the other party will challenge the position of chief.

It is a long-standing tradition of the orcs to let the strongest warriors lead the tribe.

No orc chieftain can escape and must fight.

After all, the teachings of Gruumsh, the main god of the orcs, advocate the law of the jungle and encourage the strong to take away everything the weak have.

Therefore, the internal power changes of the orc tribe have always been full of blood and violence.

Every time a new chief comes to power, it means the death of all the old chiefs and their male descendants. Only women who pose no threat can survive.

Obould Arrows was not confident that he could win the final victory in a one-on-one duel.

"Thank you for your trust and promotion, I swear I will not disappoint you."

Thrall lowered his head slightly to express his surrender to the chief to whom he was loyal.

Although his goal is to replace the other party, considering that he has just arrived and has not yet established a stable footing, now is not the best time to seize power.

"Ha ha ha ha!

I knew from the moment I saw you that you were destined to be extraordinary!

As long as we work together, we will be able to build a true kingdom in our lifetime.

When I get back, I will marry my most beloved daughter to you."

Seeing that Thrall did not challenge his authority, Obould Arrows thought that his wooing strategy was successful, and immediately burst into a hearty laugh without forgetting to draw a cake.

But unfortunately, he didn't know at all that the young orc beside him had actually already held the position of supreme leader such as warchief. In terms of knowledge and ruthlessness, he was definitely much more powerful than any other chief.

So low-level wooing is completely useless.

What Thrall really wants is not power, but the freedom of the soul, and the ability to reshape the orcs' beliefs, thoughts, and social structure according to his own will.

Just when the garrison of Leicester Port was completely wiped out, the people rushed to the dock to escape by boat, and the monster army poured into the streets of the town to start burning, killing and looting, two figures suddenly appeared in the distant space.

A black spot grew larger and larger at an extremely fast speed.

Before the people below could see clearly what these two black dots were, a bunch of smaller black dots flew out from above.

In less than two or three minutes, these small black dots turned into giant dragons and rushed to the ground from an altitude of more than a thousand meters.

On the back of the dragon sat a knight holding a special magic weapon.

You don't need to ask to know that there is only one force with such a large scale of dragon knights in the entire Faerûn continent, and that is the West Coast Empire ruled by Zuo Si.

Obviously, the imperial army stationed in Neverwinter discovered the situation in Leicester Port, so they directly sent two aerial gunboats to come for emergency rescue.

When giant dragons rushed into the battlefield and breathed out dragon breaths with different attributes such as flames, lightning, strong acid, frost, and poisonous clouds from their mouths, the situation of the battle suddenly reversed.

After all, this is not one or two dragons, but forty dragons on one gunboat and eighty on two boats.

And as they grow older, they are no longer immature baby dragons or young dragons, but are truly adult dragons, at least in terms of size and breath power.

Therefore, every time a dragon passes over the monster army, it will instantly cause huge damage to the enemy, and it is simply equivalent to a magic version of a heavy bomber licking the ground.

After just one round of attacks, the enemies who had been so high in morale just now and wanted to sack Leicester Port collapsed and began to flee.

What a joke!

There were dozens of giant dragons raging overhead, and anyone who wasn't a fool knew what choice to make.

What's more, the knight on the dragon's back is not a vegetarian. He can wave a weapon like a luminous spear in his hand to shoot a series of surprisingly powerful lightning bolts towards the ground.

Several sharpshooters tried to use enchanted arrows to shoot at the dragon, but the dragon knight discovered that several lightning bolts fell down and their whole bodies were roasted.

The most terrible thing was that after the monster army began to retreat out of Leicester Port, the cannons of the gunboats overhead also began to roar deafeningly, and the shells fell like raindrops and exploded one after another in the crowd.

The terrifying shock waves and air waves directly knocked the surrounding evil creatures including orcs, ogres, and jackals to the ground, and were immediately engulfed by the flames that shot up into the sky.

"Damn it! How could this happen! Where did these dragons come from?"

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! A jackal leader shouted in panic while avoiding the bombing of the gunboat.

"Don't ask me! How do I know? Those insidious dark elves and Deszel must be hiding something."

The orc leader who passed by on a warg couldn't help but let out a series of unpleasant curses.

Because they have lived in wilderness, mountainous areas and dense forests for many years, most monsters have been isolated from the world for a long time, and their perception of changes in the outside world is often seriously delayed.

Until now, there are still many monster tribes in the deep mountains and old forests who do not know the establishment of the West Coast Empire, let alone the two great weapons of the empire, the air gunship and the dragon knight.

Just as the dragon knight was relentlessly pursuing and killing the monster army on the ground, an orc figure holding a warhammer suddenly stood up.

He is none other than Sal, who has just become famous.
To be continued...