Chapter 5 The King
boom!
The dull loud noise echoed across the battlefield.
Accompanied by the sound of desolate horns, half-orcs swarmed up like a tide, and the entire city wall has become a bloody slaughterhouse. Primitive and wild assaults attacked the ancient city walls again and again, and the figures of the abyss gnolls shuttled among the army formations of the orcs. They jumped with incomparable agility at high speed, looking for an opportunity to cut into the fight at any time. These extremely agile enemies have brought huge casualties to the half-elves, because they can climb the city wall more than ten meters high with bare hands.
"Milan!"
A hoarse growl sounded, and then he saw a middle-aged man covered in blood and foam rushing towards him with a heavy hammer in one hand. He rushed over here and growled, "Are you crazy? What are you doing here? Come down!"
"Go and take care of those women and children!... This is not the place you should be!..."
bump.
Another strong half-orc climbed up, and the middle-aged man picked up an iron shield and slammed into it, knocking the enemy four or five meters away in an instant, and then fell from the city wall to the ground with a plop, dead beyond death. up.
"Go!"
The middle-aged man looked at the little girl in front of him. His eyes were bloodshot from the days of crazy fighting, and his spirit and will were so tense that he didn't notice the abnormal situation on the little girl at this moment. He stretched out his palm to grab the little girl in front of him, and then carried her directly to the city wall. The situation on the battlefield has become more and more difficult. At this time, there is no spare energy to take care of a little girl. She stays here It will only add to the confusion.
"Um?"
Facing the middle-aged man walking in front of her, the little girl frowned slightly on her beautiful face, she moved her steps and turned around lightly, and then passed him by. Not even the sleeves were touched at all.
"Huh?" The middle-aged man stood there in shock.
His hands were empty, and he didn't even touch the corner of the little girl's clothes. Just now, all her actions were so smooth, revealing her astonishing dexterity invisibly.
Milan did not look back.
The middle-aged man behind him was just a priest who had lost his magical powers, and it wasn't worth attracting her attention right now, wasting her precious time.
Because these times are all exchanged for psionic energy!
………………
"Roar!"
A wild roar sounded. A half-orc warrior in armor rushed up the city wall, and a beautiful white figure appeared in its sight. It was a beautiful little girl. She was wearing a pure white dress, blooming like a holy lotus flower in the blood on the battlefield. This pure white was so eye-catching on the blood-spattered battlefield, it stung the blood-red pupils of the orc warrior in an instant, so it let out a low growl without hesitation. He swung his war blade and slashed over.
Its madness made it want to wither this pure lotus-like beauty, and let the scarlet blood flow in a piece of snow-white.
clang!
The snow-white toes tapped lightly, and Milan's figure fluttered like a butterfly. In an instant, he passed by a half-elf defender, and in the next moment, a long and narrow elf scimitar appeared in her palm. Her figure didn't stop at all, she passed by the half-orc warrior in an instant, the cold knife light pierced the air, and then time was frozen at this moment. The half-orc warrior's figure froze in place.
thump.
There was a very clear sound of falling to the ground.
A head fell to the ground, and the headless corpse of the half-orc warrior fell slowly. Blood spewed out frantically, but not even a single drop stuck to Milan's pure white dress.
Her figure is jumping on the city wall, like a butterfly flying gracefully!
this moment.
The eyes of the entire battlefield were attracted by this white figure, and countless people who were fighting saw her existence.
courage.
Her presence seemed to awaken the courage of the warriors. Even though they were extremely tired, they still erupted with a burst of strength, repelling the enemy's attack abruptly.
Roar!
There was a crazy roar.
The figures of the abyss gnolls flew up from the corner of the wall. These powerful monsters with blood-red pupils noticed the little girl's existence. They rushed over from all directions, like a series of black shadows sweeping past, and rushed towards the girl. The little girl in front of her wanted to behead the only white light on the battlefield!
"snort!"
Facing the abyss gnolls rushing from all directions, the little girl showed a sneering smile at the corner of her mouth, she hooked her snow-white toes lightly, and the second elf scimitar fell into her palm.
clang!
Crisp metal staggered sound.
Milan's figure flew up in an instant, her whole body spun at high speed, her two knives turned into a cold light all over the sky, her snow-white dress made her look like a flying butterfly, she rushed out of the black shadows in an instant, her figure was in the air Flying in the air, there were drops of blood falling from the blade in the air, and behind her was the sound of plopping to the ground, and the corpses of abyss gnolls fell directly from midair.
clang.
The little girl fell to the ground lightly. She frowned and glanced at the elven scimitar in her hand, which was already slightly curved, before throwing it away.
There are scattered weapons all over the battlefield.
She glanced coldly at the others, and in an instant she found the two scimitars again, and then her figure turned into a white afterimage and flew past, and cold and ruthless lights of the knives emerged, in the white Behind the figures were the corpses of half-orcs and jackals.
All are killed with one knife!
No enemy can last one more move in her hands, not even an abyss gnoll can last even a second longer!
The battlefield was dead silent.
Milan's figure jumped over the city wall like this, killing hundreds of orcs and jackals at once.
The orc's offensive was instantly contained.
Accompanied by the sound of desolate horns, the orcs who were attacking wildly receded like a tide.
A burst of cheers sounded.
When all the enemies in front of them retreated from the city wall, the surviving half-elf warriors couldn't help cheering.
………………
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The dull sound of war drums came from the back of the half-orcs. The crazy drum beats seemed to choke the throats of all the half-elf warriors in an instant, making them stop cheering and looking nervously at the half-orcs. rear. Groups of half-orcs separated like a tide, and with the sound of war drums gradually becoming more and more frenzied, a huge monster who was obviously of the lineage of the earth dragon appeared. It has thick dragon horns, a huge body, strong limbs, and hard dragon skin.
The old figure of the half-orc priest appeared!
Eugene stood on the huge dragon beast, holding a white bone battle spear in his hand, which smeared the powder ground from the ashes of his clansmen on his face, leaving his bare chest covered with numerous scars.
The memory seems to return to the winter of that year.
In that cold and snow-covered season, it faced the army of frost giants threatening the survival of the tribe with its bare chest and clenched spear!
Roar!
It let out a growl.
The old body couldn't conceal the power it possessed. Looking at the battlefield in front of him, Eugene roared, "For the Horde! For the Saber Clan! For our descendants!!!"
hum.
The bone spear cut through the air, and when Eugene pointed at the blood-stained city wall in front of him, countless half-orcs roared wildly. They clenched the simple weapons in their hands and hammered their chests hard. Fatigue turned into a frenzy of courage.
"Eugene! Saber Fang! Eugene! Saber Fang!"
Countless half-orcs crazily shouted Eugene's name and rushed towards the battlefield in front of them again with bloodshot eyes!
Cold, hunger, death.
This is a battle that will determine the fate of the Orcs for hundreds of years to come!
Since this land was taken away by the half-elves, the half-orc clan was expelled to the cold and desolate land, and the shadow of hunger and death has been hanging over them.
but!
The Orcs did not fall, nor did they fail.
Because they have 'Eugene'!
The greatest Orc leader ever!
It leads the tribe to open up the wilderness in the northwest, and it travels around the mainland alone just to find a way to make the Daoya clan stronger and stronger! It unites all orcs in love and tolerance! It treats its enemies cruelly and ruthlessly, but treats its people as if it were its own children, with pity and sadness in its eyes forever! It slaughtered the winter wolf in the cold ice and snow, it entered the dead swamp alone to kill the black dragon, and it beheaded their king under the siege of the frost giant army!
It propped up the spine of the Saber Clan with its old back!
It has never married a wife or had any children in its life, nor does it have any spouse. It is such an old half-orc shaman. The first thing it does after leading the tribe to defeat the half-elf army is 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, and the true Chief of the Orcs!
……………(to be continued ~^~)