The sun shines in early summer, and the dawn rises.
At the end of the horizon of the northwest prairie, a faint light rises slowly, surrounded by stars, and then it releases infinite light and heat, illuminating the world. When this light shines, it also brings light to the earth. A flash of light.
It was not the brilliance of magic, nor the flame of fighting spirit, but some kind of strange refraction.
This is the light reflected by the armor.
In the seemingly endless land of the Great Plains, the earth is shaking. Five huge legions are marching slowly. They wear five different styles of armor, have five different heraldic flags, and are lined up in five different styles. An array of different categories, but they're all heading in the same direction.
That is the place where the sun rises, the land where all swords will intersect.
That's where the orc royal court is.
As a nomadic people, the orcs have obtained knowledge from humans that can further advance civilization. Since five hundred years ago, they no longer use stone arrows, bone spears and wooden shields. They mine the grasslands. Exposed iron ore, forging weapons and armor, building towns and fortresses between plains and valleys, cultivating farmland, and grazing animals. If not, they would never be able to withstand the growing power of humans, but would continue to invade the frontiers year after year. , plundering populations and resources.
The Orc King's Court is a huge fortress city that stands on the Tartarus Highlands on the ridge of the plain. It has a towering terrain, and its city walls are made of gray stone. It has good magic resistance. It is the capital and holy land of the Orcs, and it is also the Orcs' capital. The residence of the royal family, it is a blessed city blessed by the gods of orcs and war.
But now, this God's Blessed City is wrapped in corpses and blood. The bright red blood of humans and the green blood of orcs are mixed together and dried up, forming a unique black blood scab. This black trace soaks the gray city wall. , no matter how ruthless a person is, after seeing this scenery, they will be shocked by this tragic scene.
The Orc Royal Court has been surrounded by the empire's army for more than a month. The two sides have been fighting for a long time and conducted several brutal siege and defense battles. However, because the city wall is too hard and the defense is too tight, even if it has been All the orc armies were defeated, and the empire, which had always been invincible, suffered a setback here.
From the Battle of Thomas Grand Canyon that started last autumn to the current Battle of Tartarus Highlands, the effective strength of the orcs has been completely wiped out. The towns, villages, farmland and all traces of civilization developed over the past five hundred years have been wiped out. The fires started by humans were burned away, and now, only this surrounded and lonely city is left, waiting for the inevitable fall.
And right now.
On the other side of the horizon, there was a flash of light.
The armor reflects the light, like the sparkling lake surface under the sun. Five new legions have arrived here, ready to unleash the wrath of mankind.
"This is… "
A certain general who was besieging the city noticed this. Exhausted, he raised his telescope and looked into the distance. Then he couldn't help but said in shock: "These five flags..."
"Are they here too?!"
Black crow, red mist, white horse, sky and golden glow.
After returning from suppressing the Black Tide Rebellion within the Empire, the five legions directly under the Emperor came to the final battlefield with the Orcs.
With the sound of armor clashing, they exchanged positions with the original besieging troops in an orderly manner, taking on the responsibility of the vanguard. Next, they will take turns going into battle, using their lives to wipe out all the effective forces of the orcs until they break through the city and put it to death. Burn it all.
Not a living creature was left alive.
As for the Orc Royal Court, rows of shamans wearing bone ornaments and totems walked up to the city wall, numbering nearly a thousand, and they looked down at the human army surrounding them.
That is a huge army of hundreds of thousands. Even if it only counts supplies, it is a huge amount that the entire orc race cannot bear. This scene revealed a deathly sadness in the eyes of the shamans. They did not say a word, making the scene seem a bit silent.
The wind blew through the corpses between the two armies, bringing with it the smell of blood.
They stretched out their bony hands and held their own totems, or the spiritual objects where their souls resided.
This is a completely different spell from human mages. It is another way to explore the world that is different from magic. Shamans ignite the flame of their souls and communicate with the will of all things in the world to gain their power. Now, each totem of different materials begins to have a deep aura, runes surge, the power of the elements is mobilized, and the mysterious light shines.
This is the most elite high-level shaman corps of the orcs, including all the great shamans belonging to the War Cult. Their ancestors once accompanied the first generation of the orcs to defeat all the races on the plains and exterminated the centaurs. First Legion.
The surging wind blew across the great plains, blowing away the clouds and causing violent roars in the sky and the earth. An old orc with gem pendants hanging all over his body looked less scrawny than other shamans. It stood up, holding a huge bone staff. There were no pupils or whites in its eyes, only a ball of blazing white light.
The Orc Great Shaman, the highest priest of the God of War, looks at the enemy in front of him, the desperate human military strength. He knows that the proud grassland and the children of war will wither and end soon. It is an inevitable necessity.
And rows of priests took a step forward with it, juxtaposed with it, forming a long black line on the wall.
A silent and sad front.
The two armies switch defenses. This is the last chance. Even if it is meaningless, one more human must be killed.
This is the only thought of all the orcs.
Orcs are the dependents of war, with the power of killing and destruction burning in their bodies. The sons of war will never surrender or give up resistance. Even if they have been besieged for a long time, they will take the initiative to attack.
Silently looking at the shamans and priests around it, these are its descendants and students. The high priest's eyes did not flicker. He raised the bone staff in his hand and was embedded at the top. It came from the former centaur. The skull of the last bloodline of a royal family flashed with blood-colored light in the wind.
The road of conquest of the orcs will never stop. Either they will exterminate other races, or they will be exterminated by other races. This is something that is easy to understand.
"Blood sacrifice to ancestors." Its dry and deep voice echoed on the city wall.
"The soul returns to the earth." A voice that was also dried up by hunger and thirst harmoniously said.
Countless totems bloomed with the most dazzling light at this moment, and deep and powerful auras were released one after another, and the power from ancient times, heaven and earth, and everything in the world was released.
One hundred and twenty-nine years ago, a huge hurricane destroyed an entire city.
Three hundred and fifty-one years ago, a huge earthquake destroyed an entire legion.
Seven hundred and seventy-four years ago, the sky-falling star of Tartarus fell from the sky, almost exterminating the orcs, and striking out of the ridge of the plain.
The power of all disasters was reproduced, and then its concept was extracted, condensed into dark beams of light. Countless beams of light streaked across the sky and the sky, forming a long parabola, leaving afterimages in the field of vision. In this stream of light Containing the power that can destroy everything, it shoots straight towards the human legion.
Shamans are people who call upon the power of the past and the world. They can use the spirits in heaven and earth to recreate all phenomena that once appeared in this world.
And this is the final counterattack.
(End of chapter)