Orc Tyrant

It was at this moment that the Oukes began to suffer trauma, and it was at this very moment that I began to witness the tragic casualties.

The mysterious black army released their evil spirits, the toxins in their blood.

The violent current pulsed on the scepter and fingertips, and the filthy glow of the void and evil light rushed out from the eyes and palms. The guards rushing in the front were torn to pieces by their battle magic and thrown into the air. Distorted or burned.

There were also some scorching fire pillars that solidified into light smoke in the severe pain. The enemy's weapons were filled with the power of witchcraft, spewing out the smoke and evil light of hell, and the cursed soldiers immediately rushed into Ouke's offensive front.

A large number of lives were cut off instantly like corn under a sickle.

Some lives have not only been cut off, they have been completely burned to ashes, so that the lives of those soldiers no longer exist and are forgotten.

Some corpses of the guards were absent, leaving only a pool of blood or illegible remnants, some were divided by five horses of invisible ghosts and gaseous evil spirits, and some were turned into messy bones and burnt black armor.

One of my most familiar guards was buried here. He was cut open by a wizard in the palm of his fingers.

I also saw a guy who loves drinking was chopped in half by an invisible giant blade, and his blood spurted out of his body like a liquid gushing out of a compressed container.

There are also being trapped in armor and being burned, blood being drained, blindness, being crushed into meatloaf, and being twisted into a mass of humanoid wreckage...

Too much, too much!

I feel filled with righteous indignation. The Sky Temple teaches us to stay away from the temptation of Hanan's evil power. It is a kind of poison that harms others and ourselves. It can only be used instead of sinking. The Benedict Empire uses such power without any scruples.

But I also felt fear, because I didn't believe that I could survive, let alone win.

Even if the guards are furious and superior in combat skills, they may still be wiped out. This proves that Broka's mysterious army is a combination of monsters and wizards.

As a result, I made the mistake that the recorder should not make.

I stopped observing and looked away. I didn't want to witness the destruction of this team of guards with my own eyes. I wanted to stay away from here.

So I missed the arrival of victory.

I didn't immediately notice the Occult wizards who poured into the battlefield from among the ruined walls. Their eyes were bright and dazzling, and their weapons spewed pulsating beams.

The frantic aura of the mad wizard swept across the two fronts, and the poisonous cloud of evil spirits immediately disappeared, like the mist in front of the night wind.

The evil sorcerers suddenly opened their mouths when they cast the evil spell, and the evil chanting in their mouths stopped abruptly.

I saw them staggering back, clutching their throats with their hands, scratching the neck seal of the helmet.

I saw blood pouring in their helmets, and scarlet sticky blood lines oozing from the gaps in their armor. I saw the hands of the wizard suddenly convulsed and died, like crippled claws.

This terrible shock caught the mysterious legion off guard, and the mad wizards followed one after another.

They rushed to the enemy through the scattered lines, and began to kill with metal long sticks in their hands.

Their raids are intertwined with frenzy and stupidity. Every time they chop, stab, and turn around, they demonstrate their inferior fighting skills, and the source of power is a frustration, a kind of intoxication for destruction and killing.

But this awkward attack still caused terrible damage. The metal rod smashed into the helmet, smashing the heads inside. Green lightning and whirlwind pulsed in the crowd, scorching flesh and blood in his armor.

The guards also tried their best.

After the offensive and powerful witchcraft dissipated, they immediately fought side by side with the mad wizard without showing weakness.

This war has returned to the physical level, it is still a fierce impact, rumbling, splashing blood and blazing explosions.

The remaining lawn was dyed scarlet, and a thick blood mist floated in the air.

The super-heavy guards then appeared with the mad wizard. Their silver armors gleamed in the vortex of fierce battle. After leaving their solemn positions and stepping on the battlefield, they were as unstoppable as ordinary guards. The special long-handled battle axe The blade is hungry for blood--

They pressed harder step by step, and the enemy kept retreating towards Broca's magnificent squares and buildings.

The meteor shower-like rocket crashed through the foul sky, and the light was terrible-I don't mean the light is too weak, I mean the daylight has deteriorated like flesh.

The earth has been ravaged and broken.

Most of the streets have long been hard to trace, and there is only one rubble left in the buildings and monuments. Charred gravel and debris are crisscrossed throughout the city. Some have piled up into steep ridges, and some have been bombarded by giant artillery as deep pits. .

The corpse stood out, the craters and gullies were full of blood, and the scarlet gurgling water rushed between the broken pipes and the collapsed buildings.

Flesh and **** remains scattered around, these are the only traces of those who have passed away.

In every assault phase, I have to climb a newly emerged hill.

The steep **** of gravel is covered with dust, making it difficult to stand firmly, and the air is full of violent energy, flying bullets and howling rockets.

The fine scraps swayed down continuously, making the pouring rain become sticky and greasy. It was the pond that was erased by the bombing and fell back into this broken land.

The war machinery covered with smoke and water marks roared over the rubble, spitting death without stopping. The heavy artillery slammed back into the base every time it fired ammunition, and the ear-splitting roar of the main turret was like all Europe Ke's roar.

The hordes of cavalry are like birds homing home.

I followed closely behind the team of guards and climbed up a ridge of wreckage. I tried my best to catch up with their rapid pace.

When we reached the top of the hill, a magnificent bell tower on the west just began to collapse, and the burst of fiery light slowly expanded and expanded, gradually engulfing the magnificent building in the embrace of colorful glory.

Ok's howls in unison echoed in the air again.

The sound overwhelmed the roar of the battlefield, and even overwhelmed the collapse of the building, completely submerging the dying city.

It was both a sharp howl and a low growl.

Future readers, I may just be an outsider, but I want to tell you that it is the most frightening voice in the entire world.

It was a primitive roar accompanied by death, anyone who has heard it will never forget it, and few people who have heard it survived.

It signals the coming of destruction, it shows that it is too late to negotiate and surrender, it is the terrible sound of the life-breaker, which freezes the blood and melts the will.

To be honest, even if the elite Black Legion of the empire can resist this fear, I believe they will still feel flustered after hearing this voice.

They frighten me, and they frighten everyone.