V4.Chapter 5

oom!

A dull, loud noise echoed across the battlefield.

With the sound of the desolate horn, the orcs swarmed up like a tide, and the entire city wall had become a bloody killing field. The primitive and wild dashes attacked the ancient city wall again and again, and the figures of the abyss gnoll shuttled through the half-orc army. They jumped at an extremely high speed and looked for the opportunity to cut into the fight at any time. These agile enemies brought huge casualties to the half-elves, because they were able to climb the city walls more than ten meters high with their bare hands.

"Milan!"

A hoarse roar came, and immediately saw a middle-aged man covered in blood and flesh rushing forward with a heavy hammer with one hand. He rushed over here and roared, "Are you crazy? What are you doing here? Hurry up!"

"Go take care of those women and children!...This is not the place you should be!..."

bump.

Another strong orc climbed up, and the middle-aged man picked up an iron shield and rammed it, knocking the enemy four or five meters away in an instant, and then fell to the ground from the city wall with a thud, and he was too dead to die. .

"Come on!"

The middle-aged man looked at the little girl in front of him, his eyes were bloodshot after days of frantic fighting, and his highly tense spirit and will did not notice the abnormal situation on the little girl at the moment. He stretched out his palm to grab the little girl in front of him, and then walked directly under the city wall with her in his arms. The situation on the battlefield was getting more and more difficult. At this time, he didn't have the energy to take care of a little girl. She stayed here. It will only add confusion.

"Um?"

Facing the middle-aged man walking in front of her, the little girl frowned slightly on her beautiful face. She moved her footsteps and turned around lightly, and then passed him by, not even her sleeves were stained. arrive.

"Huh?" The middle-aged man stood there in astonishment.

His hands were empty, and he didn't even touch the little girl's clothes. All her actions just now were so smooth, revealing amazingly sensitive skills invisibly.

Milan did not look back.

The middle-aged man behind him was nothing but a priest who had lost his magic, and it was not worth attracting her attention and wasting her precious time.

Because these times are all in exchange for psionic energy!

………………

"Roar!"

A wild roar sounded, and an armored orc warrior rushed to the city wall. A beautiful white figure appeared in its sight. It was a beautiful little girl. She was wearing a pure white dress, like a flower. The holy lotus blooms on the blood-soaked battlefield. This pure white was so striking on the blood-covered battlefield, it stabbed the blood-red pupils of the orc warriors in an instant. So it let out a low roar without hesitation, swung the warblade and slashed over.

Its madness makes it want to wither this pure lotus-like beauty, and let the scarlet blood flow in a snow-white.

Clang!

The snow-white toes lightly tapped, and Milan's figure fluttered like a butterfly. In an instant, she passed a half-elf defender. The next moment, a long and narrow elf machete appeared in her palm. Her figure did not appear. Stopping at the slightest, he passed through the orc warrior in front of him in an instant, and the icy knife light cut through the air. Then time freezes at this moment, and the figure of the orc warrior froze in place.

thump.

Very clear sound of falling to the ground.

A head fell to the ground, and the headless corpse of the orc warrior slowly fell down, blood spurting frantically. But not even a drop stuck to Milan's pure white dress.

Her figure jumped on the city wall, like a butterfly flying gracefully!

this moment.

The eyes of the entire battlefield were attracted by this white figure, and people in countless slaughter saw her existence.

courage.

Her presence seemed to awaken the courage of the warriors, leaving them in an extremely tired situation. A force still erupted, forcibly repelling the enemy's attack.

Roar!

A frantic roar came.

The figure of the abyss gnoll flew up from the corner of the wall, and these powerful monsters with blood-red pupils noticed the existence of the little girl. They rushed over from all directions, like black shadows swept past, slammed into the little girl in front of them, wanting to decapitate the only white light on the battlefield!

"Humph!"

Facing the abyss gnolls rushing from all directions, a mocking smile appeared on the corner of the little girl's mouth, her snow-white toes hooked lightly, and the second elf machete fell into her palm.

Clang!

Crisp metal staggered sound.

Milan's figure swept up in an instant, her whole body rotated at a high speed, her knives turned into a cold light in the sky, and her snow-white dress made her like a flying butterfly, rushing out from the dark shadows in an instant, her figure was in the sky. Passing through the air, there were blood droplets falling from the blade in the air, and behind her there were thumping sounds, and the corpses of abyss gnolls fell directly from the air.

clang.

The little girl landed gently, frowned and glanced at the elf machete that already had some curling blades in her hand, and threw it away.

Weapons are scattered all over the battlefield.

She glanced at the others coldly, and in an instant she found two machetes again, and then her figure turned into a white afterimage and swept through the air, and a line of cold and ruthless knife light emerged, in the white After the figure, there are the corpses of half-orcs and gnolls.

All are one-shot kills!

No enemy can hold an extra move in her hands, not even abyss gnolls can hold on for even one more second!

The battlefield was dead silent.

Milan's figure flew over the city wall like this, killing hundreds of orcs and gnolls at once.

The half-orc's offensive was stopped in an instant.

Accompanied by the desolate horn sound, the half-orcs who were madly attacking retreated like a tide.

A cheer rang out.

When all the enemies in front of them retreated from the city wall, the surviving half-elf warriors burst into cheers.

………………

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The dull sound of war drums came from the back of the orcs, and the frenzied drum beats like a sacrifice instantly seemed to strangle the throats of all the half-elf warriors. rear. Lines of orcs separated like a tide, and along with the increasingly frenzied and frenzied sound of war drums, a huge monster that was obviously of the blood of the Earth Dragon appeared. It has thick dragon horns, a huge body, strong limbs, and hard dragon skin.

The old figure of the orc priest appeared!

Eugene stood on the gigantic dragon beast, holding a bone war spear in his hand. It smeared the powder ground with the ashes of the clan on his face, and rubbed his chest with countless scars.

The memory seems to go back to the winter of that year.

In that cold and snow-covered season, it also held the war spear tightly in the chest and faced the army of frost giants that threatened the survival of the tribe!

Roar!

It let out a growl.

The old body could not hide the power it possessed. Eugene stared at the battlefield in front of him and roared: "For the tribe! For the Sabretooth clan! For our descendants!!!"

hum.

The bone spear pierced the air, and when Eugene pointed to the blood-covered city wall, countless orcs roared wildly. They clenched the crude weapons in their hands and hammered their chests hard. Tiredness turned into a frenzy of courage.

"Eugene! Knife! Eugene! Knife!"

Countless orcs frantically shouted Eugene's name and rushed to the battlefield in front of them with blood-red eyes again!

Cold, starvation, death.

This is the battle that will decide the fate of the Orcs for hundreds of years in the future!

Ever since the land was taken by the half-elves and the half-orc clans were driven to the cold wasteland, the shadow of hunger and death has hung over them.

but!

The Orcs did not fall, nor did they fail.

Because they have Eugene!

The greatest Orc leader of all time!

It led the clan to explore the wild northwest, and it traveled around the continent alone just to find a way to make the Sabertooth clan strong and strong! It unites all Orcs with love and tolerance! It treats its enemies ruthlessly, but it treats its clansmen like its own children, with pity and sadness always in its eyes! It slaughtered the winter wolves in the cold snow, it entered the swamp of death alone to kill the black dragons, it beheaded their king under the siege of the frost giants!

It supports the backbone of the Sabertooth Clan with its old back!

It has never married or had children in its life, nor has any spouse, just such an old half-orc shaman, the first thing it did after leading the tribe to defeat the half-elf army was not to celebrate the victory, but to kneel on the ground Kiss the black fertile ground beneath your feet.

It's Eugene - Spear!

It is the backbone of the orcs, the hope of the orcs, the true chief of the orcs!

………………(To be continued…)