Abomination and the Legendary Dragon King

Chapter 292 The Blade
Not every dawn symbolizes life and light, at least these meanings are not for all creatures in Tyrael.

This dawn is undoubtedly cruel to those innocent orc slaves.

The vicious flame of the sorcerer Custer opened the prelude to the war for the army of the Redstone Principality, and then the surrounding army began to slaughter those orcs inhumanely. Yes, this is not a war, this is A complete massacre, these weak people who were abandoned by their own race became the first victims of this war.

Although the army of the Redstone Principality is not strong in combat, it can still easily achieve the advantage of crushing these orc slaves who can't stand firmly. After all, these orcs have never received Alex's radiation. They and Terry The orcs who are the most mainstream in Er continent are no different.

The young people on the two wings were the first to touch the battlefield. They excitedly took out the long swords in their hands, and completed a double-teaming of these orc camps, completely encircling and crushing the enemy with ease.

At this time, the green flames brought to the orc slaves became a kind of protection for these orcs. After all, the flames from the abyss were a huge threat to both the orcs and the invading human army.

The troops on the two wings completed the double-teaming, and the veterans on the inside began to advance steadily amidst the shouts of the commander. Soon after, the resistance in the orc camp weakened. In fact, these guys did not encounter any A powerful counterattack.

"Oh, Your Excellency, are these guys the ones you mentioned who seem to be dragonborn? If it is said that you were driven back from the desert by this weak race, then I have to wonder what your reputation has been over the years. How did you get it?"

A noble officer raised his head and came to those legendary adventurers, taunting them mercilessly, but soon his expression became stiff.

The great mage withdrew his spiritual pressure, and because of his self-restraint, his face was also embarrassing at this moment.

"Damn it, those orcs didn't look like this when they hunted down and surrounded us," the mage was thinking distressedly in his heart.

The horror scene he saw in the desert not long ago emerged in the mind of the mage who escaped by chance.The huge wolf spewing flames and thunder, the muscular monster-like orc with huge horns, the ferocious black armor and giant sword, and the unbelievably high magic resistance, all of which he was proud of. Power is easily destroyed by those terrifying enemies.

This time when he came to fight, he was sure that he would die, but he never expected to encounter such a situation. This... This is more depressing than encountering a fiasco. After all, in this world There are still a small group of adventurers who value glory more than life.

"Your Excellency, I'm going to look ahead, there must be something strange in this war." The archmage saluted the red-robed magician, and then rushed towards the orc camp from the back end of the battle line with his reliable teammates. past.

Custer originally wanted to remind them, but thinking that in the end, everyone here might die under the power of the demons to fight the lord after the arrival of the Dark Portal, so Custer pulled an ugly smile on his face. Nodding with a smile, it was a promise.

On the battlefield, a large number of people gathered at this moment, and the orc slaves could no longer resist. At this moment, only the lucky ones were left as captives and were held aside by the young people with iron chains, while some veterans tried to extract confessions from the orcs. Some useful news.

Unfortunately, due to the language barrier, the work did not go smoothly.

Not far from the battlefield, in the enchantment of the great arcanist Su Lun, Casilla held a long sword in his hand and looked at the dead bodies of his compatriots on the battlefield expressionlessly, while those standing beside the old orc, They were tall dragon-veined orc cavalry in heavy armor and riding wild wolves.

Most of the combat power has been concentrated here, ready to destroy those enemies who dare to invade the territory of the red dragon at any time, while the remaining small part of the combat power is concentrated on the side of the archmage Su Lun, and is preparing for the floating city. The final preparations are being made for the launch.

"Your guess was correct"

The archmage who was supposed to stay in the ruins unknowingly teleported to the orc's side, a high-level teleportation, she not only achieved instant casting but also hardly caused any magic ripples, this ability is weird enough to make The top assassin in the Tyrael continent felt ashamed.

Su Lun's tone was unusually heavy. Those legendary mages couldn't distinguish the power of a warlock, but Su Lun could. As the great arcanist of the Netheril Magic Empire, of course he would be able to deal with the powerful ruler of the outer world. Not unfamiliar.

"Are we going to attack now? He's in the trap"

Su Lun's eyes were fixed on Custer. Before the outbreak of this battlefield, Su Lun had hidden many magic scrolls of seals, time and sacred attributes in the desert in advance. The Balrog descended in person, and Su Lun was sure to seal it.

However, Casilla knew that the power of this magician had surpassed the superior demons in the abyss, and in the main material world, the threat that those demons could cause was often not as good as those corrupted humans, so, Casilla said, "Wait a little longer"

The surrounding orcs had already begun to enter a state of excitement, their breathing became heavy, bloodthirsty light appeared in their eyes, and the armor on their bodies crackled.

Su Lun keenly felt that the aura of the old orc Casilla was rising. Although Su Lun did not understand where the power of this warrior came from, power is power, and their essence is actually the same.
.In the perception of the great arcanist, under Casilla's shabby clothes, the god-like body was emitting a unique rhythm, and one after another torrential power accumulated on his blade like ocean waves.

The Grand Arcanist suddenly felt that the ground seemed to be shaking slightly. She looked down and found that the orc's long sword had been inserted straight into the ground at some point. At this moment, such a movement seemed to Su Lun , like a bow.

The black long sword is a string, the body of the old orc is a bow, and his accumulated strength, which is as magnificent as mountains and seas, is accumulated in the thick land. If such a sword bursts out, its power will surely be like heaven and earth shattering. irresistible.

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