Under the command of a strange metal giant with a height of 5 meters, all the magic chariots slowly turned their muzzles, aiming at the centaur troops on the city wall and the turrets and bastions.
"Quickly dodge..."
Just as the orc commander's hoarse shout came out, it was swallowed up by deafening artillery fire.
From east to west, the entire city wall was completely blown up by the bursting fireball within an area of 400 meters.
The flesh and blood stumps of countless centaurs and orc warriors were flying all over the sky, and the turrets and bastions collapsed suddenly in the huge flames, and the horrified and mournful howls of the orcs came from inside.
"Attack... attack... all-out attack..."
Looking at the miserable scene that seemed to be the end of the world in front of him, the orc commander yelled out the final order in a voice like howling wolves and ghosts, and then its tall body was blown to pieces in a burst of flames, which was horrible.
According to the city's defense, it is impossible. If there is no way to rush out, all the orcs will be blown to death without even a chance to touch the enemy.
On the flaming city wall, countless vigorous and capable figures soared into the sky.
They have a humanoid body and strange gray-brown eagle wings, holding wooden spears in their hands, flying extremely fast.
The harpy... is the harpy!
Greem had already prepared for the rare air force on the orc side.
As soon as the harpies took off, and before they were ready to dive, nearly a hundred eyeball fighters roared towards them. And along with the eyeball fighter, there is also the dense scorching rays.
The harpies are not physically strong in the orc army. In order to reduce the weight of the flight, they are not equipped with a metal stomach, and the weapons they carry are only 5 short throwing spears and a wooden lance. Their way of fighting is usually to fly over the enemy first and shoot with spears. Only when the spears are exhausted, they will take up the 3-meter-long wooden lance to launch a dive attack on the ground.
This kind of tactic may be effective against enemies without air troops, but it is simply asking for a dead end when used against the magic weapon army.
When the fragile body of the Harpy met the dense scorching rays, the miserable scene was simply unbearable to look at. While the brave harpy warriors were struggling to climb to the sky, they were entangled by the roaring eyeball fighters.
A series of crimson scorching rays struck the Harpy team, and almost every attack could knock down a Harpy warrior. The harpy warriors falling all over the sky fell fiercely on the hard soil like a weight. The viscera in their bodies burst instantly, vomiting blood one by one, and then they were easily harvested by the neatly arranged magic archers life.
The tall suspension bridge collapsed, the half-meter-thick wooden door was pushed to the sides, and swarms of orcs poured out of the city.
Greem, who is well aware of the enemy's dynamics, has already dispatched ten magic tanks to continue bombarding the city wall, while the other ten magic tanks concentrated their artillery to bombard the city gate. Before the flood of orcs could pass the drawbridge, ten huge fireballs exploded in their ranks.
Flesh and blood are flying everywhere, and broken limbs can be seen everywhere...
The heroic orc had just left the city, and suffered a head-on blow before he even had a fight with the enemy. And those orcs struggling to cross the suspension bridge braved the gunfire, and in the next second, they ushered in hundreds of intensive energy rays.
The pupils of the orc warriors were as huge as copper bells, and they were smashed into sieves before they could take a few steps while holding their war hammers and swords high. They staggered forward, and the densely packed blood eyes on their bodies kept splashing blood.
Finally, they fell to their knees, crawled on the soil, and crawled forward with their last strength.
The second round of energy rays swept across, and this tragic battlefield became dead silent again!
When the strength of the two teams is not at the same level, individual bravery alone cannot reverse the development of the entire battle situation.
Batch after batch of orcs rushed out, and then batch after batch fell down...
Repeatedly, bloody and cruel!
But no matter how the orcs charged, they were still unable to break through the invisible line of defense and touch the rows of tall and mighty metal giants a hundred steps away. The enemy's artillery fire was too fierce, so fierce that they couldn't compete with it with their flesh and blood.
Finally, after dropping thousands of corpses in front of the city gate, the orcs retreated back into the city, howling. And the Magic Armament Legion also took the opportunity to extend the artillery fire and continued to bombard some of the only tall buildings in the city of Mark Lun.
The orcs hid at the root of the city wall, with wooden shields on their heads, suffering bitterly, waiting for the moment when the enemy rushed into the city. Since they can't rush out, wait until the enemy enters the city and then fight in the streets and melee. With the ferocity and bravery of the orcs, if you really want to fight in close quarters, even if the enemy is made of steel and iron, they can still tear a few pounds of flesh and blood from it.
It's a pity that they underestimated Greem's determination, and also underestimated the horror of the magic weapon army with the brain-splitting Gru.
Brain Gru's 5-meter-tall metal body stands in the center of the magic weapon army. Every moment, blue energy light bands are shot out from his body to connect himself with the surrounding magic weapons. Whether it is a magic shooter or a magic chariot, they can obtain appropriate magic energy from it through these energy light belts.
As long as it is there, there will never be a danger of energy shortage in the magic weapon army!
No more orcs and servants can be seen in the city of Marklon in Nuoda. Everyone is hiding in the dark, hiding in the ruins, suffering from the bombardment and the repeated bombardment of the magic cannons. cleaning.
Under the continuous bombardment of twenty magic cannons, the solid city wall with a height of 8 meters finally collapsed, scattered into rubble all over the ground. And the eyeball fighters that killed the harpy team flew into the city of Mark Lun roaring in groups, quickly searching for the remaining life in the city at a height of 20 meters above the ground.
No matter those toppled stone castles or those burnt black stone houses, the eyeball fighters can nimbly drill around inside, sweeping every dark corner with scorching rays of scorching rays.
The remaining orcs also tried their best to fight these eyeball fighters, throwing axes, throwing nets, or jumping into the air... The number of eyeball fighters has also dropped sharply.
boom boom boom...
The sound of heavy footsteps resounded across the battlefield.
Rows of metal magic weapons slowly entered the city in a loose formation, stepping on the broken stones of the city wall and scorched beams. They didn't disperse, and they didn't try to search those narrow and dark places. Once the strange gems installed in the eye sockets sensed the breath of life under the ruins, a goblin rocket shot away.
As soon as those orcs hiding in the dark rushed out, they were smashed into a sieve by dozens of energy rays.
Almost all the buildings in the city were razed to the ground, and even if there were some leftovers, they couldn't withstand the ray attacks of hordes of magic weapons. Walking all the way, pushing all the way, wherever you pass, the walls and houses collapse, and the dust is flying.
When encountering the stubborn orcs hiding in the strong fortress, the magic weapons only need to call the magic cannon for the last round of attack. Everything is ashes to ashes, dust to dust, and it becomes completely quiet!
When nearly a hundred magical equipment held high their ray guns and came to the small Beast Temple, the remaining 2,000 orcs and centaurs in Marklon City were entrenched here, forming a human wall with their own flesh and blood, using an extremely tragic Confronted with the tragic posture and magic equipment.
After two hours of bombardment, few of the remaining orcs and centaurs were intact. Even the third-order orc berserker was covered in blood, and the animal skin on his body was scorched black by the flames. And the Tier 2 orcs that surrounded it were all wounded, their heads were bloodied, it was too horrible to look at.
At this moment, the orc berserker was standing at the forefront of the team, with a huge double-edged battle ax behind his back, and a tall and rough tribal banner was tightly grasped in its hands.
There was obviously no wind on the battlefield, but the animal skin flag of the flag was completely stretched out, and a pattern of orcs raising their warhammers and roaring upwards was clearly visible on it.
Greem led many crimson wizards slowly into the battlefield, and confronted the remnants of orcs a hundred meters away. The orcs stared at the blood-red pupils, and scanned every wizard present with extreme hatred.
The Warhammer tribe entrenched in the city of Mark Lun is over!
Lost the city territory, lost all the people, lost most of the orc warriors... Next, they will lose the only remaining orc belief behind them - the Beast Temple.
"Wizards, why do you attack our city, kill our people, tear down our temple...why?" Perhaps knowing that they are at the end of the road, the loud questioning of the orc berserkers in front of them seemed hoarse, sorrowful and angry.
"There is no reason... There may be many reasons, but I don't need to explain to you. You and I are just pawns who can't help ourselves. Your responsibility is to protect this city, and my responsibility is to destroy this place. As for the reason , who cares..." Greem replied coldly.
Knowing that it was impossible to get an answer from Greem, the orc berserker paused for a big flag in his hand, and the tall and hard flagpole pierced the ground and fixed it in place. And the orc berserker stretched out his hand, grabbed the giant ax behind his back, and roared like Greem was charging.
While rushing forward, the orc berserker let out a shocking battle cry, and his originally 2-meter-high body swelled up again. And its big bare black feet, every time it stepped on the ground, would make an extremely dull vibrato, which sounded like a war drum beating heavily from a distance.
Puff puff…
A series of dense scorching rays, like red-hot irons, hit the sturdy body of the orc berserker. The orc berserker just lifted the giant ax to cover his face, then jumped up suddenly, letting the red scorching rays shoot continuously.
The scorching rays that were able to penetrate the wall only scalded tiny red spots on the muscular black body of the orc berserker, but did not penetrate that layer of hard skin.
A ferocious and terrifying smile appeared on the face of the orc berserker, and the huge ax in his hand glowed dimly, and he slashed out quickly. The giant ax was only two meters long, and it was impossible to touch those metal magic weapons that were twenty or thirty meters away. However, as the light on the giant ax flew out of the body, a half-meter-long terrifying ripple instantly spread from five The body of the magic archer and magic weapon passed through the middle.
The sound of magical shooting stopped abruptly, and metal parts and fragments bloomed like fireworks...