Soul of Burning Steel

The sun shines in the early summer, and the dawn is born.

At the end of the horizon of the northwest prairie, a faint ray of light slowly rises surrounded by stars, and then it emits infinite light and heat, illuminating the world. A flash.

That is not the brilliance of magic, nor the flame of vindictiveness, but some kind of strange refraction.

This is the light reflected by the armor.

On the vast and seemingly endless land of the Great Plains, the earth is shaking, and five huge legions are slowly marching. They are dressed in five different styles of armor, have five different heraldic flags, and are lined up in five different styles. Arrays of different classes, but they all go in the same direction.

That is where the sun rises, where all swords shall meet.

That's where the Orc King's Court is.

As a nomadic people, orcs have obtained knowledge from humans to advance civilization. Since five hundred years ago, they have no longer used stone arrows, bone spears and wooden shields. Exposed iron mines, forging weapons and armor, building towns and fortresses between plains and valleys, reclaiming farmland, and grazing herds of animals, if not for this, they will never be able to resist the growing power of human beings, but they will continue to invade the frontier every year , plundering population and resources.

The Orc King's Court is a huge fortress city standing on the highland of Tartaros on the ridge of the plain. The residence of the royal family, it is the city blessed by the orcs and the god of war.

But now, this city of God's Blessing is wrapped in corpses and fresh blood. The bright red blood of human beings and the green blood of orcs are mixed together and dried up, forming the same black blood scabs. These black traces soak the gray city walls. No matter how ruthless a person is, after seeing this scene, he will be shocked by this tragic scene.

The Beast King's Court has been surrounded by the empire's army for more than a month. The two sides have held each other for a long time, and have carried out several tragic siege and defense battles. All orc armies were routed, and the ever-invincible Empire suffered a setback here.

From the Battle of the Thomas Grand Canyon that began last fall, to the current Battle of the Tataros Highlands, the orcs' vital forces have been completely wiped out. The towns, villages, farmland and all traces of civilization that have developed over the past five hundred years have been wiped out. The fire started by human beings was completely burned, and now, only this surrounded isolated city is left, waiting for the inevitable fall.

And at this moment.

On the other side of the horizon, there is a flash of light.

The armor reflects the brilliance, like the surface of a lake sparkling in the sun. Five new legions have arrived here, ready to release the wrath of mankind.

This is……

A general who was besieging the city noticed this, he raised his binoculars exhaustedly, looked into the distance, and then he couldn't help but said in shock: These five flags...

Are they coming too?!

Black Crow, Red Mist, White Horse, Sky and Golden Glory.

After suppressing the Kuroshio Rebellion within the empire, the five legions directly under the emperor came to the final battle against the orcs.

While the armor was intertwined, they exchanged positions with the original siege troops in an orderly manner, and took on the role of vanguard. Next, they will take turns to fight, using their lives to wipe out all the living forces of the orcs until they break through the city and wipe out all the orcs. Incinerate.

Not a single living thing remained.

As for the orc king's court, rows of shamans wearing bone ornaments and totems walked up the city wall. There were nearly a thousand of them, and they looked down at the human army that surrounded them.

That was a huge army of hundreds of thousands, even if it was only counted as supplies, it was a huge amount that the entire orc race could not afford. This scene made the eyes of the shamans reveal a deadly sadness. They didn't say a word, making the scene a bit silent.

The wind blew over the corpses between the two armies, bringing the smell of blood.

They stretched out their bony hands, holding their own totems, or spiritual objects that their souls resided in.

This is a spell completely different from human mages, and it is another method of exploring the world that is different from magic. Shamans ignite the flames of their souls and communicate with the will of all things in the world to obtain their power. Today, totems with different materials began to emerge with deep aura, runes surged, the power of elements was mobilized, and the mysterious light shone brightly.

This is the most elite high-level shaman army of the orcs, and all the great shamans belonging to the God of War religion are among them. Their ancestors once accompanied the first generation of the orcs to defeat all the races on the plain and wiped out the centaur race. First Legion.

The surging wind on the Great Plains blows away the clouds, causing violent roars in the sky and the earth. An old orc with gemstone pendants all over his body is not so skinny compared to other shamans. Standing up, it held a huge bone staff, and there were no pupils or whites in its eyes, only a ball of fiery white light.

The great orc shaman, the highest priest of the God of War, stared at the enemy in front of him, the desperate army of human beings, and he knew that the end of the proud grassland and the sons of war withered was coming, which was an unavoidable necessity.

And a row of priests took a step forward together with it, and juxtaposed with it, forming a long black line on the city wall.

Silent and mournful front.

This is the last chance for the two armies to switch defenses. Even if it is meaningless, we must kill one more human.

This is the only thought of all orcs.

Orcs are the families of war, their bodies burn with the power of killing and destruction, the sons of war will never surrender, never give up resistance, even if they have been besieged for a long time, they must take the initiative to attack.

Silently looking at the shamans and priests around, these are its descendants, its students, and the high priest's eyes did not flicker at all. He raised the bone staff in his hand, which was inlaid on the top. The skull of the last bloodline of a royal family shone bloody in the wind.

The orcs' road to conquest will never stop, either exterminating other races, or being exterminated by other races, this is something that is easy to understand.

Blood sacrifice to the ancestors. Its dry and deep voice echoed on the city wall.

The soul returns to the earth. The voice and voice were also parched from hunger and thirst.

Countless totems, at this moment, bloomed the most dazzling light, one after another deep and powerful aura was released, and the power from ancient times, heaven and earth, and everything in the world was released.

One hundred and twenty-nine years ago, a great hurricane destroyed the entire city.

Three hundred and fifty-one years ago, the great earthquake that wiped out an entire legion.

Seven hundred and seventy-four years ago, the star that fell from the sky and almost wiped out the orcs hit Tatarus, who was on the ridge of the plain.

The power of all disasters is reproduced, and then its concept is extracted, condensed into a series of dark beams, countless beams of light across the sky and the sky, forming a long parabola, leaving afterimages in the field of vision, in this streamer Containing the power to destroy everything, it shot straight at the human legion.

Shamans are people who call upon the power of the past and the world. They can reproduce all the phenomena that once appeared in this world through the spirits in the world.

And this is the final counterattack.