Chapter 123 I Thought the Ogre King Was a Celestial Being

Krago realized that not only the Spellbreakers were at a disadvantage, but he was also at a disadvantage. Even without using magic, he was still no match for the shaman.

"Smash the orcs!" An ogre joined the battle with a very long hammer. Krago's soldiers noticed that his situation was not good. The ogre rushed towards Nergo, forcing Nergo to draw his sword to block his attack.

Nergo kicked Krago's fat belly, pulled out a weapon from his flesh, and then cut off his hammer with the sword in his hand.

"Ah?" The ogre was a little stunned, but he soon reacted. He raised his shield but was blown away by Nergo with the wind.

Puff.

Nergo's sword was inserted into his body fiercely. When he wanted to attack Krago, he found that the ogre had been carried away by his soldiers.

Looking at the soldiers fighting in front of him, Nergo beat the war drum loudly. The drum sound was still loud even in the noisy battlefield. Under the blessing of bloodthirstiness, all the orc warriors including Nergo became short of breath and no longer calm. It seemed that the soldiers who had fully recovered their vitality had swept away the fatigue of the battle.

"Defeat them!"

With an order, the battle horn sounded again, and the soldiers gradually reorganized their army and continued to attack the ogre's attacking force.

While being held up by the soldiers, Krago was still roaring angrily: "What are you doing? The order we received was to support, not to escape! Let me down quickly."

"Be careful!" The ogre waved his weapon to block the attack of a mad orc. He kicked him away and said, "Take the centurion away from here!"

"Let me go, you damn cowards! I will kill him! I want to get that sword!"

"We have already lost the battle!" His soldiers said boldly: "The front line can no longer be maintained. More and more Gorians have chosen to escape. If we don't leave, everyone will die here. We must leave before the complete defeat!"

"Shut up!" Krago scolded: "If we run away, the right wing and even the entire battle situation will be defeated. By then, the Führer will chop off my head!"

"By then, I will definitely chop you off first!" Krago's roar did not scare the soldiers. They loudly persuaded Krago that the collapse of the situation was irreversible.

The soldier who was reprimanded first said bluntly: "If the lawbreakers are completely wiped out, the leader will chop off your head!"

The others also agreed, "The orc army is not far from here. They may come to assist the soldiers here to kill us all at any time. Our goal is to quickly raid and kill their shamans. Now we have failed!"

"The most important thing we should do now is to go back and persuade the commander to withdraw to ensure that we will not be surrounded by the orc army!"

These words are not false. Krago was silent. He also thought that the soldiers' words made sense at this time. They are the elite lawbreakers of Highmaul. They cannot be wasted in this meat grinder and die meaninglessly.

At least, he has to inform the leader.

"We... withdraw." He gave the order with difficulty. The ogre army on the right wing was surprised to find that their hard-won reinforcements had actually run away.

This action also caused a chain reaction. The morale of the orcs was stronger, and the morale of the ogres was broken. The orcs' flags kept approaching, and their bright red flags went deeper and deeper, while the purple flags of Highmaul Castle could not be seen at all. If you want to look for them, you can only see these flags that were trampled like rags on the ground.

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Margok looked anxiously at the many councilors in the Gartenon Temple. These dignitaries who usually intrigue against each other no longer have the mind to attack each other at this moment. They are all waiting for the good news brought by the lawbreakers.

As long as their shaman troops are suppressed, the pressure on their city defense will be much easier.

But reality is often bitter and unsatisfactory.

When the defeated lawbreakers fled to the city one by one, they understood.

They lost this battle.

"Immune to magic lawbreakers." Margok's soft words became the prelude to the coming of this storm.

Everyone knew that he was going to get angry, which was a rare emotion in the King of Witchcraft.

"But they can't even kill the shaman!" Margok stood up and shouted angrily.

His two heads vented their anger together, and the voices from the two mouths were louder and louder.

He shook off the frightened guards around him and the stupid councilors who could do nothing but criticize, but to the relief of the councilors, the King of Witchcraft had no intention of killing anyone. On the terrace, Margok looked past the houses and towers, and looked at the battlefield of the city wall in front of him where the battle was still going on.

He suppressed his anger and asked, "What do you think now?"

Before they could reply, Margok knew that they couldn't come up with any useful ideas. It was already a great strategy for them to come up with a plan that would hurt both sides.

Who told them that they were stupid and useless people promoted by him?

He had already begun to secretly calculate the possibility of peace talks in his heart. As long as Highmaul could be saved and allowed to continue to stand for a hundred years, what would it matter if he was inferior to the orcs?

You know, when the king was down and out, it was okay to disguise himself as a farmer in order to protect himself.

Sure enough, the words of these councillors did not surprise him at all. They said: "Smash all the mountains near Highmaul and crush the orcs to death."

But Mar'gok thought that the landslide would swallow up the orcs and Highmaul together.

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If the orcs never took prisoners and he could not join the orcs, Mar'gok would have thought that the ogre who said this had collected 50 wolf skins from the Warsong clan.

What kind of fool could say this?

Highmaul has been glorious for centuries since his ancestors founded it, but in his mouth it should return to the earth with a few broken mountains?

Not to mention how many orcs will die, is there any hope for Highmaul after this plan succeeds?

Countless wealth and subjects will inevitably perish with the great city. Without people and wealth, who will he be?

Wild boars! ?

What's the point of killing orcs? They are like bugs. A bunch of them will come out after a few years. Maybe they haven't even built a new Highmaul before a new orc army comes again.

Anyone who said this should be thrown into the arena to fight slaves. Don't even think about coming back until you kill 100 opponents!

Margok continued to look into the distance, his face expressionless, without fear, sadness, or shame.

He said, "Maybe we have a simpler way."

The councillors were a little surprised, "You want to... personally participate in the battle?"

Everyone knew that the Lord of Witchcraft was the most powerful wizard in Highmaul, and this generation of the Lord of Witchcraft was arguably the strongest leader.

If he participated in the battle, he would surely be able to repel the orc army outside the city.

Thinking too much.

Margok looked at them with a gloomy look. These cubs, you don't want to go to the battlefield and let me go? If I die, you will eat my inheritance, right?

"The chieftain of the orcs sent envoys to negotiate peace. Maybe we should listen to what Hellscream says."