Demon Royal Family

Jinggu was crumbling under the attack of the northern orcs. Rael roared angrily on the city wall. Every time he fought off the northern orcs who climbed up, he had to pay a heavy price. Dead bodies of human soldiers were everywhere on the city wall.

The northern orcs chant the name of the North Wind Totem and fight bravely. The northern orcs are accustomed to using brute force to solve everything. Facts have proved that this is a very effective method when facing most human soldiers.

Rael was almost desperate. At this moment, the deafening sound of horse hooves suddenly sounded in the distance. Teams of cavalry wearing blue lining and silver armor galloped towards them. The green flag of the Lancer Corps was flying in the dust.

"It's the support of the Spear Legion!"

"Great, we are saved!"

The surviving soldiers whose faces were covered with blood cheered. The northern orcs, whose heads were full of muscles, were not afraid of death and turned back to kill the charging elite legion cavalry!

There was a roar, like a stormy wave crashing onto the shore and the rocks breaking into pieces!

The formation of the northern orcs was torn apart by the elite cavalry of the Spear Legion. Two to three hundred orc rhino cavalry penetrated deeply into the human cavalry, but the experienced legion cavalry flexibly avoided the front. This group of orc rhino cavalry was stabbed from the side. The lance provoked.

After a fierce battle, these more than a thousand northern orcs were defeated by three thousand cavalry and were almost completely wiped out.

The Lancers also lost more than five hundred people.

Rael opened the city gate and hurriedly walked out, saying gratefully: "I am Lord Jinggu, thank you for your support."

Caesar took off his helmet, with a tired look on his face. They marched for many days, sleeping in the open air, and finally caught up with the rescue. He asked in a low voice: "Baron Rael, what other territories are under siege?"

"Liema Town!" Rael blurted out and said hurriedly: "The number of northern orcs they encountered was two or three times as many as ours."

Ivo's face appeared in Caesar's mind, he sighed and ordered: "Continue to march, the target is to support Liema Town."

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The two mammoths were blocked by the ice wall and separated from the large orc army. They were hit hard by the surrounding bunkers. Their bodies were filled with arrows. They were densely packed like hedgehogs. They screamed and fell to the ground. The giant beast that posed the greatest threat to the defenses was finally eliminated. What came was Liima Town's morale boost and Qulash's rage.

The firepower of the sixteen bunkers formed an endless rainstorm of crossbows. The northern orcs fell to the ground and died one after another like harvested wheat, their blood staining the earth red.

Gulash roared and led the furious orcs to rush towards the city wall against the rain of arrows. In this short distance, the orcs would lose at least a quarter.

But at this moment Ivo shouted: "Attack!"

Just when the guards on the city wall were in pain, the doors of some bunkers were opened. The hurricane students and mercenaries led some guards to block the advance route of the northern orcs and stood ready. The magicians used elemental magic and poured out blows. Nafei raised her magic spell high. With the staff, circles of invisible psychic shocks swept through the orcs. Many simple-minded orcs held their heads and screamed. Ivo understood the feeling, like the pain of a hundred files scratching in the head.

Although the bunker array is highly lethal, it also requires field troops to contain the enemy's actions.

"In the name of Vodorima, the totem of the north wind, the beast of the north wind will never be afraid of powerful enemies. Only blood can demonstrate its power!"

Gurash roared loudly, and the northern orcs chanted together. This slogan actually boosted the morale of the northern orcs. They ignored the pain, waved their weapons, and blocked the rain of arrows.

The crossbow arrows roared rapidly, nailing the northern orcs to the ground one after another.

Vodorima is an ancestral dragon, representing the north wind. Strength and brutality are its divine inscriptions. It is not only the northern gods, but also the totem respected by the northern orcs.

Gulash whirled around and struck out with his axe, sweeping out a powerful force and clearing away the rain of arrows within thirty meters.

The next moment, the northern orcs collided with the attacking soldiers, and the sound of fighting was deafening.

Although the hurricane students were young, they were trained professionals after all. With the help of experienced mercenaries, they stabilized the formation. Barlow splashed a large amount of sword energy among the orcs, as if setting off a white storm. His sword energy There seems to be a special temperament in it, majestic and majestic, and it seems that there is still a lot of power that has not been developed.

Hades was like a shadow, flickering among the orcs, daggers and battle axes colliding, and from time to time, the throats of northern orcs were slit by him in the chaos.

Ender still had his two shields in his hands, and he also carried a huge tower shield on his back. He was like a turtle, screaming in panic. It sounded dangerous, but in fact it was tightly guarded. No orc could break through his double shields.

Gulash thought he could see his fellow tribesmen tearing apart the weak bodies of these "human sheep" with ease, but such a scene did not happen.

This group of guards seemed to be elite and well-equipped. A northern orc's battle ax hit a young guard's shoulder armor, but failed to break through the enchanted iron armor. The young guard was only knocked to his knees by the heavy blow. On the ground.

The combat skills taught by Ivo flashed through his mind. In panic, the young soldier subconsciously raised his sword and stabbed the orc's knee. The enchanted sword pierced the knee without any hindrance, and the orc fell to the ground. On the ground, one leg was crippled.

The young soldier shouted excitedly: "I, I defeated a northern orc!"

Rhodes chopped down an orc, wiped the blood from his face, and helped the young guard up, "Well done, that's how you beat him!"

The guards blocked the attack of the northern orcs. Although the orcs were physically strong, and most of them were warriors who had broken through physical limits, the mercenaries of the Hurricane Regiment were not vegetarians. They wielded their crossed axes and chopped up three orcs, taking a breather. There was another orc who was about to sneak attack him, when a crossbow arrow whizzed towards him and penetrated the orc's chest with a thud, nailing him to the ground.

Under the covering attack of the bunker, the orcs were unable to exert their full strength, and the attacking guards actually fought against the northern orcs.

Gulash's rage nearly exploded in his head. Orcs were dying under the rain of arrows from the bunker every moment. There was only one way to die if he stayed where he was. The best way was to escape, but the chief's pride and the anger of being tricked doomed him. Only move forward, never retreat.

Anger swallowed up his reason, Gulash broke through the guard formation alone, led three hundred orc rhinoceros, and went straight to the city wall with a fierce momentum.

A giant dragon lay on the ground, blocking the city wall. Its cold golden dragon eyes stared at the charging orcs indifferently. Niebuldan was the last line of defense. It sprayed out cold dragon breath and blasted out hail, knocking off an orc rhinoceros. Riding, only Gulash moved forward bravely and struck Nebuldan in the chest with an axe.

Poof, the dragon scales shattered, the giant ax embedded in the flesh, and blood splattered everywhere.

Gulash's whole body was burning with invisible flames of power, and the air was distorting.

Level 10 strong man!

Nebuldan flapped his wings and pinched Gulash with his dragon claws, but he knocked him back with another axe.

The orc rhino riders surrounded and temporarily entangled Niebuldan. Gulash bypassed Niebuldan and rushed towards the city wall, his eyes filled with deep hatred for Ivo.

Although there is only one person, he is worth thousands of troops. This is the power of a tenth-level strongman.

The guards on the city wall became nervous again.

Ivo took a deep breath, took off the lord's exquisite cloak and robe, went into battle lightly, jumped off the city wall, flexed his muscles, and calmly faced the tenth-level warrior Gulash who was running towards him, even though he had a strong murderous intention. The momentum stung his eyes, and his body did not tremble.

On the city wall, a man wearing a helmet to cover his cross scar flashed his eyes, silently looked at Ivo's back, and murmured: "Are you ready to face the world with your true face?"

The next moment, Ivo raised his middle finger to Gulash and said in a very unscrupulous tone: "Don't you dare to call a truce? Let's fight again tomorrow."

The man with the cross scar crushed the wall tiles in a state of disbelief, feeling a little dizzy.

Why is this guy my kin?