Chapter 603

After the great break-up of Delano, over Hellfire Peninsula, day and night have been gradually confused.

No matter when you stand on the Hellfire Peninsula and look up at the sky, you can always see the stars all over the sky - but sometimes it's light and dark.

But Taylor won't lose time.

So long in Delano, Tyler was used to the strangeness of it.

The only one I'm not used to is my present self.

His former teammates went to four places. Second, the Duke of Bolvar voltagen, who said to himself, "take your teammates back to heal your wounds, son," fell directly above the city wall.

Reason told Taylor that it was not his fault. The death of Duke voltagen was done by that damned troll, and Grand Marshal tulayan had avenged Duke voltagen.

But in addition to reason, people have feelings.

Taylor still couldn't help but blame himself.

If I could leave the orc that day.

If orcs respond and support a few days later.

Maybe the Duke of voltagen will not die

Taylor suffered a long time in his heart. For the first time, Taylor left his teammates and went on a separate operation. Due to nazgorin's attack, poor sevin and Jeno are still wounded. Taylor should have been with them as a team leader.

But Taylor volunteered to take part in the attack on Hellfire fort.

Taylor doesn't know if he's guilty, but he knows he's eager to fight - for nothing else, at least it makes him feel better.

Although repeatedly rejected, Taylor's application was finally approved before the decisive battle, and he was temporarily transferred to the command of Windsor as the vanguard and commando team responsible for the first wave of charge against Hellfire fort.

After waiting for a long time, it finally dawned.

With a dagger, Tyler is in the assault team, looking at Windsor in front of him, who is also stripped of his sword.

"League boys, I don't have too much nonsense - tooth for tooth, eye for eye, only war!"

After that, Windsor took the lead in jumping onto a steam locomotive.

The shirtless commandos also followed the order, either with daggers or ivory towers, and came to the steam locomotives responsible for the siege cover.

No one spoke.

Or, there's no need to talk.

Is there any reason for the alliance soldiers to dry up the green skin of those tribes?

What's more, in Delano, the blood of the dwarf archaeologists and the second Legion has not yet dissipated!

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On the wall, the tribe also made the final preparations.

Black stone orcs in heavy armour stood at the edge of the wall, with hammers in their hands and shields.

Thrall stood at the back, squinting slightly, watching the battlefield.

With the help of vision, Thrall has a panoramic view of the movement of the alliance, and sees a large number of ivory towers and shirtless commandos. Sal frowns.

Yesterday's forced casting seemed to have infuriated the spirit of the earth - or that Delano's spirit of the earth had become increasingly crazy, and sal felt more and more powerless.

Today, in the face of the alliance's ivory tower, the tribe can rely on only these black stone heavy infantry.

The tribe almost broke the pot and sold iron. Only then did the tribe get enough black stone ore from nerus, and then under the continuous work of blacksmiths day and night, they finally equipped a real black stone heavy infantry!

The black stone ore was originally transformed by magoron's body, which was incomparably compatible with the orcs, which was the strongest defense the tribe could take out.

There is no way. There is little fuel left. The garrison equipment has been out of repair for a long time. Now the tribe in Delano is on the verge of collapse.

The only thing that reassures thrall is that after restoring Shamanism, the orcs have a good will to fight.

The outcome of the battle is unknown. What thrall can do is to give full play to the orc's advantages, reduce the space for alliance attack, and don't let the ivory tower stand on the wall.

As for the trolls

Sal shook his head.

By now, Sal has probably guessed Zor's idea that the ancient Troll needs to be changed and must be changed!

King rastaha's death directly led to the troll's collapse, which is still in chaos.

The Forest Troll, the jungle troll, the frost troll, the desert troll and the Zandala Troll all looked down upon and refused to accept anyone. Seeing that the alliance had been opened, the trolls did not have a unified voice.

Rastaha is here, and the trolls are his words. Anyone who refuses to accept them will fight. But now that rastaha is dead, the trolls do not agree with each other and can not start fighting at this time. As a result, the trolls are abandoned.

On this expedition to Delano, trolls sent more troops than orcs, but these things were useless!

In these trolls, Sal almost saw the shadow of the old tribe.Savage and terrible.

Although orcs are also divided into clans, they are all guided by the elements and identify with Shamanism.

But trolls All souls are with you. Countless faith in luoa God makes the trolls at the bottom have no brains, while the high-level of each Troll tribe is fighting with each other in the name of luoa belief.

Sal finally understood why trolls have such a long history, but now they are so miserable

So the more you know these stupid trolls, the more Sal supports Zor's choice.

Thrall has never been an orc racist. He truly believes that only orcs and trolls can unite to fight against the growing alliance.

Just thinking about it, Sal saw the smoke of the steam engine.

The attack of the league has finally begun.

Don't let too many steam locomotives get close!

Taking a deep breath, Thrall again calls for the help of the spirit of the earth.

No response - after praying, Sal felt dizzy.

Shaking his head, Thrall turns to the spirit of the wind for help.

A gust of wind rose from the walls of Hellfire fortress towards the Confederate position.

It is not necessary for Sardo to say that king sarufal began to command at the first time.

The last few cans of fuel were thrown out by the last few catapults, and along with the roaring wind, poured down on the top of the League commandos.

The heavy steam locomotive can't escape, it can only support the guard board.

The arrows were held back by the fender, but some of the hapless steam locomotives were also soaked in fuel.

The next moment, the spirit of the flame showed its strength.

The steam locomotives that had been flooded with fuel oil fell into a fire.

But more steam locomotives are still moving forward.

Without a trench, these iron and steel structures stood under the city and supported the climbing frame.

Half shirtless, armed with short blades of the alliance commandos rushed forward.

The worst battle, it's on.

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