The mechanical plane merchants followed Lu Yang and set up magic circles on the tops of the hills in front of the central fortress. A group of 100 mages stood on top of the square drawn by Roland, and flame crystals were placed on the Formation center.
Before all the formations were completed, the red light in the distorted space-time in the distance completely disappeared, and at the same time, the warriors of the orc, scorpion, and fire demons hiding behind the mountain 6 kilometers away, at the same time He showed bloodthirsty eyes.
Fire demon patriarch Magmat, scorpion patriarch Coster, and jackal-headed orc patriarch Zayeli are at the forefront of the team.
Magmat looked down at his rocky face, looked at Zayeli and Coster, and first said: "According to the predetermined plan, we follow God's will and attack humans together. I hope our first cooperation can be achieved. God's will, let us praise God's greatness together."
This is a ritual that must be done before the war. They are launching a war against humans on behalf of the gods, and they must pray devoutly to the gods in every battle.
Zayeli drew out his saber and held it in both hands, looking up at the sky devoutly. When he finished praying, he said loudly, "Bring the sacrifice."
"Roar~!"
The roar of the orc warriors sounded behind him, and hundreds of orc warriors came out from the dense forest next to them in two teams. Eight of them carried a third-order ferocious beast, including the Fire Lion King, Wild Boar King, Wolf King and Bison King. .
These ferocious beasts are alive and very strong, without any visible scars on the outside. When they were carried over, they were struggling desperately, but no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't break free from the blood that trapped their limbs red halo.
Both Coster and Magmart saw this scene, and their eyes became complicated. Magmart couldn't help asking: "Your race has produced a shaman of grace?"
Zayeli said with three points of arrogance on his face, "Not bad."
Divine grace shaman, a very special existence among the orcs, they are born with the ability to communicate with the gods in soul.
The number of this kind of shaman is very small. A race of hundreds of thousands of people can only have one after decades of reproduction. Once it appears, this race will stand out from the surrounding races.
The God Council taught the Divine Grace Shaman a special spell called Shaman Sacrifice. This kind of spell that extracts blood energy is extremely terrifying, allowing the Divine Grace Shaman to exert strength far beyond his level.
For example, the divine grace shaman who passed through the distorted time and space this time is only a second-order early stage, but the blood ring released by him can easily imprison a third-order monster, and it can last for such a long time.
Normally, when a divine grace shaman extracts enough blood energy, his strength is not weaker than that of a fourth-order intermediate powerhouse, it just takes time.
Coster said: "No wonder the Beast God will send your race to participate in the war among the many orc races. This is why."
The divine grace shaman can communicate with the beast gods on Earth through the sacrifice technique. As long as the divine grace shaman survives, the gods in another world can clearly know the current situation in the East China Sea and give timely guidance.
Zayeli looked at the Shekou defense position which was still shining in the far distance, and said arrogantly deliberately: "Give me another two weeks, even if we don't go up, the Shekou defense position can be destroyed by the divine grace shaman alone. .”
With a hint of ferocity on Coster's face, he said unhappily: "There is no need for divine grace shamans at all. Those weak human reptiles can only rely on the weapons made in their world to pose a slight threat to us. I will fight tonight. Kill them all."
During the speech, Coster's tail appeared on his shoulder, and the black poisonous needle on it looked terrifying.
Zayeli guessed that Coster would say so, looking at the sacrifice scene not far away, the sacrifice war dance composed of 12 jackal-headed orcs, 12 scorpion men and 12 fire demon warriors had already begun.
The sacrificial battle dance of the jackal-headed orcs is a special movement of worshiping the gods while dancing around the red scepter placed on a platform by the god shaman. As they dance, the golden scepter emits a strong red light. The smell of blood made the jackal-headed orcs even more excited.
The battle dance of the fire demon tribe is that 12 powerful fire demon warriors with a height of 10 meters kneel on the ground, burning their bodies with all their strength, and reciting ancient elemental spells in their mouths. When the spell is about to be completed, the fire demon warriors become extremely weak and collapse On the ground, all the fire demon warriors felt the favor of the fire element, and it became easier to release the fire spell.
The battle dance of the scorpion people is a bit weird. They are a natural race that has nothing to do with elements and gods. Therefore, what they worship is the earth. With the singing of the 12 scorpion people, black energy gradually covered their bodies. In the dark of night, they become more difficult to be found.
The war dance of the three tribes is over, and the warriors of the jackal-headed orcs, fire demons, and scorpion-humans have gathered their weapons. Zayeli, Magmat, and Coster stand on a high ground, overlooking their respective of the men.
"Roar~!" Zayeli roared first, raised his right arm and clenched his fist, and said: "People of the God of War, it's time for us to prove our bravery to the gods. You will follow me and let the glory of the gods Descending on this continent, the corpse of the enemy paves the way to honor~!"
"Roar~!" The 30,000 orcs roared in unison.
Flames burst out from Magmat's body, and she looked at the tribesmen, and said loudly, "Children of Vulcan, use your flames to cleanse this dirty world~!"
"Roar~!" The 30,000 fire demon warriors roared in unison.
Coster's tail suddenly vibrated violently, his face was extremely ferocious, his voice was distorted, and he shouted: "Destroy all enemies who block us, and punish this world~!"
"Roar~!" The 30,000 scorpions roared in unison.
Zayeli and the three looked at each other, knowing that their morale had risen and they could launch an attack, they nodded to each other, and each issued an order. The 12 warriors of the three tribes who had been prepared for a long time jumped up the hillside at the same time, and chopped down their respective The head of the beast king in front of him.
The heads of the ten-meter-long lion king and wolf king fell to the ground with a thud, and a large amount of blood spewed out from the neck as thick as a water tank like a fountain.
"Orc Legion, advance~!" Zayeli roared loudly.
"Roar~!"
Twenty thousand orcs among the thirty thousand orc warriors roared loudly at the same time, a row of fifty people walked out of the mountain with neat steps.
These ten thousand orcs are very special. They hold a purple star steel dagger in their left hand, and a purple two-meter-high star steel large shield in their right. The shield is enough to cover their front, and the left and right sides are 1.5 meters wide, which is also enough to cover them. Protect the left and right sides.
The orcs in the first row moved forward with their top shields, and the orcs in the second row and beyond were in the air, forming an iron tortoise shell camp like a Roman army formation.
As the orcs walked out of the narrow valley, they gradually changed their formation on the flat road. The orcs in the back row gathered on both sides, and finally formed a row of three hundred people, a total of sixty-seven rows.
Seen from the height, it was a huge rectangular shield formation, with no dead ends at all, and in this shield formation, scorpion men kept running in, and they stood beside the top shield orcs.