A second ago, the orc leaders were still performing a sense of tragic mission, as if it was a historical moment to inherit the future, and their actions could be preserved in copper paper and oil paintings. However, when the shells of the guide cannon fell into the barracks, and even a shell god fell accurately in front of the tent, killing three guards, overturning the huge flags and two totem poles, the scene naturally became subtle.

At this moment, the orc leaders who were just about to be martyrs or to move forward with heavy burdens should have the expression (￣△￣;)? The premise is that they still have the luxury of performing their beauty.

However, our protagonist Lu Xi certainly didn't know that he had successfully made a scroll that could be recorded in history and turned into an awkward comic effect. Even if he really knew it, he would have no fluctuations and even wanted to laugh a little. He stood on a hill several kilometers away from the orc tent, and twenty cannons lined up beside him. Nearly a hundred artillery soldiers (all the best selected from the legion) were busy operating the artillery fire. Ten excellent combat mages were all around, maintaining a perceptual masking array. In this array

Within the range, no matter how you beat the drums, the outside world could not notice it, and naturally it was not something that ordinary military scouts could discover. Only the top-level powers might be able to sense the slight fluctuations of magic operations through spiritual sense and perceive them one or two... However, this became a pure perceptual confrontation. With Lu Xi present, the magic array could be more hidden at any time. In terms of the confrontation between magic operation ability and perception, the camp of hundreds of thousands of orcs on the opposite side would never be able to defeat him. Lu Xi now has such confidence.

So he relied on this method and led an elite team of hundreds of people to approach the other party until he included the opponent's own formation and tent within the range of the cannon.

"Continue firing! Don't stop!" Lu Xi stood under the hills, overlooking the already messy enemy camp. In fact, under normal circumstances, it is certainly impossible for the "small" twenty cannons to collapse the river camp that stretched for more than ten miles. But what we need to know is that the orcs at this time had just crossed the river and failed to suffer a defeat, and their morale was somewhat affected. In addition, there were no supply teams and supporters from the rear arrived for several days, so there would naturally be various rumors circulating in the army.

"The Storm Wolf Cavalry has been completely destroyed! The Shrew Son of the Wind has been killed in battle! The enemy may come from behind!" The above rumors have actually been circulating in the orc army on the North Shore for quite a long time.

Even the orcs who have experienced many battles will inevitably be a little desperate at this time, let alone the bonkers and goblins who are cannon fodder. If they weren't for their respective supervisors, they would have run away a few hours earlier, right?

However, when the first round of volley fire turned into thunder and sky fire in the simple camp of goblins and kowtows, and when the plural ignited bodies screamed and ran around, the chaos, irrepressible chaos finally broke out at this time.

"Haoji!" (Goji: It hurts so much! It's so miserable! It's going to die!)

"Balugegacameoba!" (Boondog: The sky fire is coming! The divine punishment is coming!)

Once the goblins collapse in chaos, they are really like a large group of large rats. They only know how to escape, but they don’t know where to escape. They will only subconsciously choose a safe direction to escape, and will also subconsciously attack any object that blocks them from escaping, whether it is an obstacle or make them afraid of their masters. As for the kobolds, they are a little better than the goblins. They will not collapse and run around, but they will find a dog hole to hide, or just hold their heads in their arms. In this way, this action is really the standard for all upright walking creatures!

Immediately afterwards, a huge roar passed through the depth and hazyness of the night sky. The huge shadow began to descend, with a huge roar of storms, like a sharp sword that tore open the sky and the air.

The orcs who were barely controlling the goblins and the kowtows deserter couldn't help but look up and finally barely see the figure of the giant.

"The God of War is above, what is that?"

"Dragon! Dragon? No, Obisrachi, God, Pakens bless us..."

The steel dragon, which is a hundred meters long, has actually completely exceeded the imagination of ordinary orc soldiers. At this moment, even such a brave and warlike fighting race is now a little at a loss and can only seek the protection of faith. Of course, what they certainly don’t know is that even their true gods have been beaten up by this steel dragon.

"This is just a larger puppet! Gather and kill it!" A troll shaman with a little knowledge of his teeth and shouted loudly. In fact, he didn't know what that thing was, but if he did nothing, the whole army would be finished.

Under the command of this brave and resourceful troll shaman, several even larger mountain trolls gathered together and threw rocks into the sky with great effort. Unfortunately, although the mountain troll could throw a stone as big as a millstone to a height of a hundred meters, it still could not reach the place where the target was now.

The huge steel dragon hovered in the sky, and the cannon doors on both sides suddenly opened, tilting countless artillery fire down from the front. The brave and resourceful troll shaman, its brothers of the same clan, and a pair of centaurs who had just gathered to prepare for a scramble, were torn to pieces on the spot. Of course, they were just a small part of the victims of this attack.

The strong appearance of the steel dragon almost covered up more sounds passing through the sky. In fact, at this moment, the Federation's Air Force had dominated the sky at night. When a small number of orcs pulled their flying beasts and wanted to take off, the Federal Prophecy Mage had already positioned the position of the beast camp according to their actions. Countless thunderstorms and javelins fell from the sky, creating a disaster at the level of industrial power plant on the ground.

"Control the air and stop the enemy from taking off! No orders, no landing without authorization! Did you hear it? Commander has an order, no landing well!" Valerius, the chief of the legion stable, riding on a horned eagle, loudly conveyed the order to the officers around him. His prestige was already very high at this time, and he was not worried that anyone would disobey him.

Lu Xi did not let the Air Force land, but he did not really feel sorry for his subordinates' lives, but he was simply suspicious of their ability to land on the ground to fight tough battles. What's more, only more than 1,000 people, unless everyone is gold, would not have much effect after landing. It would be better to hide in the sky and fly kites.

As for the ground battlefield, let’s leave it to more professionals.

Yes, at this moment, the Knights composed of the Aucklanders had already completed the array in the north. Perhaps it was because of Lu Xi's "Qi Xu Rulin", the orc scouts did not find their existence at all.

More than a thousand tall and strong adult Xilin war horses were already ready to go. Any of them had a back height of more than 1.7 meters, and their bones and muscles were as strong as they were made of marble and steel bars. The nasal cavity was filled with excitement, and their eyes were calm but full of evil spirits. They were not like herbivores.

The war horses were wrapped in vests made of wire chains and leather, covered with metal head hoods, and carried a tall man wearing thick iron armor on their backs. But even with such a heavy burden, these Xilin war horses did not feel overwhelmed.

The knights wearing sky blue battle robe and blue plate armor put down their face armor. The gorgeously designed blow paintings unfolded directly, forming a majestic flame, like the holy fire burning the evil demons of hell. Each knight carries swords and warhammers, but the most powerful weapon is still a rifle. In the process of accelerating small steps, the knights held rifle and pointed straight towards the sky, as if they were still in the coniferous forest growing in the snowfield.

Although there were only more than a thousand heavy knights who were preparing to charge, when they started to slowly start and jog, they really felt a sense of oppression from a mountain torrent... Moreover, this was far from the highest peak of the flood.

"When the Oakland Cavalry began to charge, those who could resist their sharpness head-on have not been born from this world!" Since the Aucklanders established a great empire in the Seredier Plain, they have always had this confidence.

Before these more than a thousand "green lances" from the Central Imperial Forces of Auckland were preparing to charge, the "light cavalry" composed of various princes and feudal knights in Auckland (in fact, they were heavy cavalry armed to the teeth compared to other small countries) had also begun to maneuver to the two wings.

"Earl Reckard, I want you to lead the knights from the north to attack the left side! Lord Tyrel, please lead the army to attack the right side! Sir Ralph, stand by and be ready to support!" Knight Kulady quickly completed the dispatch. His qualifications and abilities were placed here, so he gave orders to the children of the great nobles calmly, without worrying that the other party would disobey. Then, he looked at the young man with the highest status in the Auckland army.

"Your Highness..."

"I, I, I..." Prince of Calgary Somans Van Dimashia looked at the enemy army illuminated by fire in the distance, in a mighty way, but he could not see how many enemies were hidden. He gritted his teeth and took a deep breath. He didn't know what he thought of, and a determined expression appeared on his face: "Don't worry, Kuradiqing, I will never retreat! I will never let the Holy Spring Emblem be shamed again!"

"It's too exaggerated, Your Highness. This is not a dead end!" The Knight Chief smiled: "At present, our victory is no longer shaken! The rest is just to see how many enemies' heads can be harvested. In this case, if you lose to the Nord Barbarian, you will be ashamed of the Holy Spring Emblem. However, before this, please be sure to pay attention to your safety. In short, please be sure to follow the official."

The young prince blushed and nodded as if a chicken pecked at rice. He couldn't help but hold his own rifle tightly in his hand. In fact, as a child of the Holy Spring Royal Family, he has received complete knight training since childhood. There is no technical problem to go to the battlefield.

"Then...the blue lancers!" Knight Kuladi once again shouted loudly at his comrades.

The knights raised their rifles and made a deep shout of responsiveness almost at the same time.

"Charge! Knead them!"

At this moment, the current of water finally turned into a rushing and aggressive peak. The Auckland language that was drunk by just 5,000 people overwhelmed tens of thousands or even tens of thousands of desperate orcs. The sharp blades of the rifle and the sword tore open the body, and the iron-cast horse hooves flattened the human body. Such sounds gathered together, forming a chaotic situation.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! It's Aucklander! It's the Blue Holy Flame!" An orc soldier rushed into the tent and shouted at the top figures in a nearly crying voice. This behavior also brought a considerable impact to everyone in the tent. You must know that in the decades when the Blue Lancers established the army, the losses they brought to the orcs were enough for them to have many nightmares.

"The Oaklanders are here too? This is impossible!" Gonon Khan couldn't help but say nonsense.

However, before the rash orc had time to say a few more words, he was penetrated by a gun behind him, and he rolled into the tent wailingly.

Immediately afterwards, a typical Auckland feudal knight wearing chain mail and heraldic battle robe and giant helmet rushed into the tent on horseback. He looked at the people in the tent casually and quickly confirmed that these were all "big fish".

"Are the chiefs of the barbarians? Give me your life!" The knight probably thought that this was the spoil given by Goddess Pallas that could make her reach the peak of her life. He immediately shouted excitedly, driving the war horses to pounce directly on the orc leaders in front of him.

"Blood-Eyed Lion King" Shalegg snorted coldly, stretched out his hand, and a storm shield was unfolded directly in front of the knight. The latter caught off guard and hit the storm shield on his war horse, which directly triggered the roar and friction of lightning. However, a flash of lightning flashed, and the people and horses immediately turned into a ball of coke.

"We have failed! The defense line of Mubohaier River is destined to be unable to maintain. Now we can only hope to bring more people to escape. You guys, do your best to bring out as many people as possible. As long as you enter the ancient mountain road of Daheishan, the enemy cannot pursue it." This person who is almost the bravest spell caster in the world, his tone is still calm and open: "I will still do my best to buy enough time for everyone!"

He had just finished saying this, and the only one-eye that had left suddenly flashed a solemn expression, and he opened his palm and made a grab gesture. The warhammer placed on the weapon stand aside seemed to have life and flew directly into his hand. Shalegg let out an angry roar, jumped up, swung the hammer and smashed it directly into the center of the tent.

Of course, he was not twitching his nerves. At this moment, a ripples of air emerged from the tent, and multiple figures condensed in the ripples.

"Do!" The fierce and almost roaring sound of gold and iron fighting shocked the people in the tent's ears. However, what surprised the orc leaders present was that Shalegg, who was shocked and staggered back several steps, was as strong as an iron tower.

Then, a figure rushed out from the ripples of the air, holding swords in both hands, and broad swords and sabers were floating around. Four blades were flying, and the attacks continued. For a moment, Shalegg was at a loss and retreated continuously. Every collision between the warhammer and the sword seemed to be a collision between an iron ingot and a heavy hammer, which made the air in the tent ripple constantly.

Not only is it just sword skills, but in terms of strength, the opponent is not at all inferior to the "Blood-Eyed Lion King". Then, after looking closely, this turned out to be a cute, petite and delicate girl from Yuxue.

Before everyone could fully digest such information, the young mage holding the white staff walked out of the ripples of the air with great strides. His expression was calm and his eyes were calm. He glanced at the orcs in the tent, but he looked like a lion in the flock of sheep.

Yes, he is more like a lion than the embarrassed Shalegg.

"Hero? Cut off the rear? Sacrifice? Inheritance? Mission? Or is it a glorious moment like a martyr? I am probably a hopeless atmosphere destroyer! Heroic epics that can be passed down to later generations have been given a farce by us. Isn't this a bigger tragedy?" Lu Xi smiled loudly and snapped his fingers casually. Beside him, four huge teleportation arrays floated on the ground at the same time, forming a door formed by halos. The heavily armed Nord heavy warriors and gorgeously equipped elf knights appeared in the light curtain.

With his own strength, Lu Xi built a huge teleportation magic array directly in the enemy's original formation.

The commander of the Southern League, Artoria Pangangda Nordjanore, carried a golden oath and the sword of victory, and walked out of the teleportation array surrounded by the Nord warriors.
Chapter completed!