The Origin of Arcane

Run away, run away quickly, the enemy is coming, the enemy is coming!

If you want to escape for your life, you can't stop it, we can't stop it, that's not human, that's not human.

The enemy is coming, run for your life!

What made the situation even worse was that there seemed to be enemies in the endless darkness.

From time to time, there were Odin orcs, yelling and plunging into Chief Greg's camp from the darkness.

What is the enemy like?

How much is it?

Infantry or cavalry?

Where did it come from?

But in the face of Chief Greg's repeated questioning, most of these flustered Odin orcs were defeated and didn't know what to ask.

No need to ask, this kind of person is probably scared to collapse by himself or other soldiers, and he may even have never seen the appearance of the enemy at all. What he shouted in his mouth was not necessarily what he saw with his own eyes, but from other people. Hearsay there.

There are also a small number of people who have fought against each other, and what they say is also vague and does not have much reference value.

What is relatively uniform is that the other party came with endless holy light piercing through the darkness, like an envoy from heaven, and it was impossible to look directly at them, let alone see their appearance clearly.

But each of their blows is so terrifying that even the mightiest Odin orc warriors will be blown away by them.

Raging golden flames spewed out from their hands, burning everything around them, as if the darkness had been burned away.

No Odin orc camp can resist them.

Those Odin orcs who didn't know what to ask were defeated and were chopped down by Greg.

Those Odin orcs who seemed to have brought real information to the rout also had the same fate.

It's not that Chief Greg doesn't believe them at all, but that what they said is too absurd, and it will only give their tribe a small amount of morale and further devastation, which is useless.

But he soon discovered that doing so was useless.

The number of broken soldiers of the Odin orcs is really too much.

At the beginning, there were only three or two, and gradually it became a dozen, dozens, and finally hundreds of escapees. This is probably the main force of an entire small tribe. They It's a total collapse.

In addition, more and more routs are sending a signal to Chief Greg.

The enemy is advancing towards his camp.

It can also be said that his camp is on the way forward for the opponent.

The reason is simple. When a person collapses, he will instinctively run away from the enemy.

Chief Greg ordered the tribal soldiers to light more bonfires to illuminate the surrounding situation, and at the same time gathered the tribal soldiers further, directly shutting out the defeated soldiers and letting them escape in a detour.

At this time, recruiting these defeated soldiers seems to be a way to strengthen one's own strength at first glance.

But in the eyes of veterans with rich combat experience, it was a very stupid behavior.

Because the courage of these rout soldiers had been completely lost during the previous rout, and they had tasted the sweetness of escaping.

The next time they encountered a slightly stressful battle, their first thought was to run away.

Once this happens, a chain reaction is likely to occur, abducting other soldiers and fleeing together, eventually leading to a greater rout.

Chief Greg didn't explain these principles so thoroughly, he just acted according to his previous experience.

It's just that people's phototaxis makes many Odin orcs follow the light involuntarily and gather around Chief Greg's camp, begging for protection one by one.

Chief Greg, we are our own people. I am Snoopy, the leader of the Fang tribe. We have drank wine and hunted together before. Please, give us a way out, let us join you. Only together will we have a better chance of surviving.

Let us in, we are all from the Odin family, why do you keep us out?

Hurry up and get out of the way, don't block our way, you want to die, we don't want to die, the enemy is about to kill, tens of thousands, endless, you can't resist with this number of people.

If you don't want to die, run away with us.

The doomsday has come, and the sun will never rise again. No matter where we flee, we cannot escape the fate of death, because it is the messenger of death who is chasing us.

The attitude of the defeated Odin orcs, blocked by Chief Greg, quietly changed as their numbers increased.

From flirting and begging at the beginning, it turned into a desperate threat, and finally the conflict escalated and drew their swords at each other. For some reason, the two sides appeared more tyrannical than usual.

They may not have the courage to face that unknown enemy, but they have the courage to face the clansmen who blocked their escape route.

The darkness that shrouded the sky not only obscured their sight, but also aroused the tyrannical emotions in their hearts.

kill!

kill!

kill!

Another wave of larger Odin orcs has arrived.

Compared to the previous wave of routs, the new wave of routs was larger and more miserable, with the obvious smell of gunpowder on their bodies, and their appearance was even more flustered.

Because what followed behind them like a shadow was the sound of shouting and killing.

Countless voices shouted in one tone, like thunder, and the voice shook the sky.

Go away, don't get in the way, the enemy is coming.

Get out of the way, get out of the way!

Whoever blocks my way, I will let him die!

This wave of rout soldiers bumped into Greg's tribe, ignoring their warnings, and just rushed forward with a dull head, fearing that they would be caught up by the enemies behind them if they fell behind.

Shoot the arrows! Don't let them disrupt our formation. Chief Greg gave the order to attack indiscriminately without hesitation.

Because he knows that once this wave of brainless routs rush in, no matter whether they are really followed by a powerful enemy or not, his tribe will join the ranks of routs, and then rush into the endless darkness, killing the lives of their people. It is completely delivered to the hands of luck, and there will be no more chances.

Ahhh...

Countless arrows fell, and the soldiers were about to flee from the enemy, but countless people died in the hands of their own people.

The golden messengers of death are really golden messengers of death. It turns out that they didn't lie to us. They are really covered in golden light.

We can't stop it, how can a mortal stop the messenger of death?

Don't panic, they're human, they're just a group of people with golden lights on their bodies. Listen to the sound of horseshoes and hold on. Only by holding on to them can we have a chance of survival. Let the arrows go, let's shoot the arrows quickly.

There was also a commotion in Greg's department.

Behind those rout soldiers, there were countless golden balls of light, tearing open the darkness and rushing out.

The golden light is so dazzling that there is an illusion that people cannot look directly at it.

However, if you observe carefully, you can still see the outline of a person. It is a Lancer sitting on a horse.

These Golden Lancers were merciless in their strikes. Their sharp spears easily tore and pierced the bodies of those rout soldiers who had no fighting spirit, leading them to rush forward madly.

What those rout soldiers said about them couldn't help but surfaced in the minds of those Odin orcs, making their movements stagnate involuntarily.

But the instinct of the soldiers made them drop the sharp arrows on them after hearing the order.

How can it be?

how so?

Are they really invulnerable?

Immediately afterwards, there was an unbelievable exclamation.

Because those sharp arrows fell on those golden light knights, as if they were shot on a smooth semicircle, and they were seriously deflected. Not to mention hitting the opponent, even the golden light could not completely penetrate.

This is a further devastation to the morale of Odin, who is not high in itself.

If they can't even break through the opponent's defense, how can they fight this battle?

When the Odin orcs were hesitant to continue shooting arrows, the Golden Light Lancers had already galloped over at high speed.

Zheng! Zheng! Zheng!

It wasn't until the actual fight did those Odin orcs realize that the opponent wasn't really invulnerable.

The layer of golden light emitted from them is more like a layer of force field, which has the ability to deflect attacks against the master to a certain extent.

However, the power of this force field is relatively limited, and it is relatively easy to use against the hunting bows of the Odin orcs, but when dealing with melee attacks, especially powerful melee attacks, its effectiveness plummets.

But the problem, even finding this out is useless.

Those Golden Lancers obviously had extraordinary fighting skills.

The lance in their hands was not only as nimble as a giant python, but also astonishingly powerful. Many Odin orcs, known for their brute force, failed to please them.

Chief Greg took the lead and stood at the forefront. The second warrior of the Theodin Empire was not exaggerated. With a big knife dancing vigorously, he not only held the Golden Lancers, but also resisted three .

The close contact finally allowed him to see the appearance of these golden lancers clearly, and he couldn't help shouting in amazement: Are you from Andis?

His answer was a more violent attack, and the Golden Lancer didn't mean to introduce himself at all.

Just as he was entangled with these Golden Lancers, more Golden Lancers rushed into their camp.

In addition, these golden light cavalry also guarded strange chariots that bloomed with golden light.

The main body of the golden light chariot is a golden pillar, on which golden lightning flashes, and following the manipulation of the golden figure above, golden lightning strikes down one after another.

If it is the attack of the golden lancers, those Odin orcs can still avoid it.

For this kind of golden lightning, there is no way to avoid it.

This kind of golden thunder and lightning is not aimlessly hacking, it is specially looking for those Odin orcs who seem to be difficult to deal with, to open up breakthroughs.

Chief Greg's thorny head naturally became their focus.

A series of golden thunderbolts struck at him.

This kind of golden thunderbolt has already surpassed the limit of manpower to dodge swiftly, not to mention the situation that Chief Greg was still entangled by several golden light cavalrymen.

There is no possibility of escape at all, three thunders in a row.

The lethality of this kind of golden lightning is not as great as imagined, at least not to the extent that it can kill people like lightning in a thunderstorm.

But the feeling of thunder and lightning passing through his body is absolutely uncomfortable, and his whole body trembles involuntarily. Even if Chief Greg didn't look in the mirror, he knew that at that moment, his mouth was absolutely crooked.

The most terrible thing was that he was surrounded by a few experienced Golden Lancers.

They have obviously undergone special training, and they are very aware of the enemy's reaction after being struck by the golden lightning. Before the golden lightning strikes, they are already defensively accumulating.

The moment Chief Greg was paralyzed by the golden lightning was also the moment they launched a fatal attack.

There was no fourth golden thunderbolt falling on Chief Greg, because when the third golden thunderbolt fell, the champion knight who had the second title of warrior in the Theodin Empire was already dead.

Regardless of the golden light chariot, or the few golden light cavalry who besieged him, they directly passed by his side, as if they had done a trivial thing.

Compared to the nightmare enemies they have fought against recently, enemies like Chief Greg who only have brute force but no strange methods are too easy to deal with.

The chief is dead!

Chief Greg is dead!

The chief is dead, Chief Greg is dead, we can't stop it, everyone run for their lives!

But the death of Chief Greg was a fatal blow to the Odin orcs of the Greg tribe who encouraged and supported them.

They were able to stay here against the night raiders instead of joining the rout army, largely due to Chief Greg's tough attitude.

His bravery is famous in the tribe, and following the strong is Odin's consistent style.

Compared with running around in the night, following a strong man has a better chance of surviving.

It's just that in their minds, the indomitable strong man could not survive even ten minutes under the opponent's mixed attack.

How could ordinary Odin orcs be their opponents?

Immediately, the morale of Greg's tribe was like a flood that opened the gate, and it blew thousands of miles away. They also joined the ranks of the rout soldiers who were blocked by them before, ran away from the enemy, and plunged into the dark night. .

When they are in front of other tribes that barely maintain their organizational structure, their situation will be exactly the same as the defeated troops they faced before.

Either be shot to death by their own people with random arrows, or become the vanguard of these enemies, helping them break up their own defensive formation, so that they can join the ranks of the rout faster.

We surrender, don't kill us, we surrender!

There was also the desperate Odin orc, who lost all courage and begged for surrender on his knees.

But what greeted them was cold and ruthless spears.

Those Golden Lancers, like icy robots, directly pierced their chests.

They used practical actions to show their style, and they did not take prisoners.

They have only two options, run or die.

Those Odin orcs were desperate, and they could only jump up from the ground one by one, joining the ranks of fleeing like dogs that lost their homes.

The rout is like a plague, which is spreading in Hairi Dongbu in a snowball manner.