Chapter 163 The Dragon of Water

The latest website: Boom, a mighty power swept across the bloody battlefield. After a period of fighting, the coalition forces were the first to be able to bear the pressure after all, and mobilized the fourth-tier high-end combat power to clean up the battlefield.

In order to strangle the mad wolf, the head of the orc royal court, the coalition dispatched two fourth-tier major generals, and finally killed the mad wolf at the cost of one serious injury and one minor injury, but now the human coalition forces once again dispatched a fourth-rank major general , Major General Walda of the Kingdom of Begur.

Coupled with Major General Bolt who was slightly injured before, the two teamed up with extraordinary strength, and the air would explode with a single blow. In just a short moment, they suppressed the increasingly fierce orc forward troops.

The fourth-order transcendents already belonged to the category of inhumans to a certain extent. With such strength, unless they were stupid, the average number of people was meaningless to them.

Although under the cover of the banner of glory, the orcs' forward troops generally have the physical fitness of a first-order transcendent, but this does not change their powerlessness when facing a fourth-order extraordinary.

"Is this what human beings are promising?"

When a large number of orcs were massacred, a shadow was cast, and the orc king's court, the violent bear, appeared in front of Burt and Walda.

"Oh, did you finally come out? Thought you were going to continue to be turtles? I hope you can last a little longer than that old dog before."

With a sneer, the corners of his mouth were split open, revealing his shredded teeth, Bolt looked at the bear like he was looking at prey.

Boom, the collision between the fourth ranks suddenly unfolded, pouring a basin of cold water on the frenzied battlefield below. Leave enough room.

In the pit, the figure of the white beard quietly appeared here.

"Can you still move?"

"Not bad, not bad."

Hearing Whitebeard's words, Xiong, who was holding his breath, struggled to get up from the ground, but unfortunately he failed in the end.

"Master Whitebeard, have I let Father down, I have failed too much."

Bang, fell to the ground powerlessly, Xiong's tone was particularly low.

"not at all,

Otherwise I wouldn't be here. "

Seeing Xiong's slumped look, Whitebeard's tone was as low as ever.

But upon hearing what Whitebeard said, Xiong's lifeless eyes suddenly lit up.

"Okay, let me take you away."

Saying that, Whitebeard stretched out his hand, and lifted the huge bear's body with one hand.

"Hey, the person who killed us just wanted to leave like this, you guys think too much..."

Boom, the air cracked, covering up the unfinished words, Whitebeard kept walking.

Hearing such a movement, Xiong raised his head with great effort, and took a look at the scene behind him, only to see that it was empty there, not even a shadow of an orc, only a crimson blood mist floating there, lingering for a long time.

"Is this Lord Whitebeard?"

Looking at such a scene, Xiong's eyes were full of excitement and longing.

When his strength reached the level of Whitebeard, ordinary transcendents were not qualified to stand in front of him at all. Just like just now, he just punched casually, and a third-rank orc commander and countless orcs turned into Fly ash, and if not literally.

"Although the performance is a bit unsatisfactory, it is also qualified as a basic version."

Seeing the pacifist Bear and the Black Knight brought back by Whitebeard, Sean's pupils revealed a light of thought. Judging from the results, this time the test was relatively satisfactory, and the goal was basically achieved.

At this time, the black knight suffered serious losses, only three survived, and the remaining seven were brought back by white beard with only their stumps, plus the pacifist bear who was left with only one breath. miserable.

"they are?"

Looking at the black knight's remnant body, Asim showed a puzzled look on his face.

"Construct."

Knowing what Asim meant, Sean didn't hide it, and gave the answer.

"It turned out to be a construct."

Hearing Sean's answer, Asim Broken Gold's pupils flashed a look of relief, but then he felt something was wrong. It seemed that the constructs he learned from the information were somewhat different from the performance of these black knights. identical.

"kill."

The murderous aura soared to the sky, and as time passed, the large army of orcs finally pressed up.

"The situation is not good."

"yes."

Looking at the situation on the battlefield, Asim's expression became serious.

After the large army of orcs pressed up, the originally solid line of defense of the human alliance suddenly became precarious, and it felt like a thousand miles of collapse.

Although these follow-up orcs did not receive the blessing of the banner of glory, there were too many of them, and the pressure on the human coalition forces was really not small.

Originally, the large fleet at sea was supposed to bombard the orcs on their way of charging, killing them on a large scale, but at the critical moment, the thousands of artillery pieces of the large fleet failed to fire, so that at this moment, the pressure of the human coalition forces on the frontal battlefield Unexpectedly large.

At this moment, the surface of the sea was ablaze, and thousands or more fire crows were constantly attacking the large fleet, their harsh croaking noises disturbing people.

The individual strength of these fire crows is not strong. An ordinary soldier can shatter their bodies as long as they pick up a sword and cut it accurately. However, there are too many of them, and they cannot be killed in a short time. The most important thing is that these fire crows are too great a threat to the large fleet of sailing warships. Although the battleships have been fire-resistant, they are not easy to be ignited, but this is not easy only relatively speaking, plus sails and ropes. , the situation of the Grand Fleet at this moment is indeed not good.

"General Joey, things seem to be a little troublesome."

Swinging a cloud of wind blades casually, strangling the fire crows in front of him, the Storm Bishop Ebuu set his sights on Joey.

"Yeah, I didn't expect the orcs to have such means. I really underestimated them."

At this moment, Joey's face was also a little ugly. He didn't care if the orcs launched a powerful attack on the large fleet like before. Hands and feet tied, all strength but nowhere to vent, it is simply depressing.

"This should be the means of the orc totem priests, and only they can manipulate the power of elements on such a large scale."

As he said that, Ebuu turned his attention to Gattuso, where a totem pole stretching from sky to earth stood.

Hearing Abu'o's words, Joey understood what he meant. Since the trouble cannot be solved, then the person who caused the trouble should be solved.

"Hey, I can only try."

The method is indeed good, but it is not easy to implement.

Between the words, a longbow with a height of one person and flowing blue light appeared in Joey's hand.

The longbow is luxurious, with exquisite patterns depicted by mithril and inlaid with three cat's-eye gemstones, and strong extraordinary waves rippling all over it.

"Is this the fifth-order water dragon Shang inherited from the Medici family? What an admirable creation."

Looking at the longbow that appeared in Joey's hands, Ebuu's eyes were filled with splendor.

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