The Wizarding Age

Under the command of a 5-meter-tall strange metal giant, all the magic tanks slowly turned their guns and aimed their attacks at the centaur troops on the city wall and the turrets and bastions.

"Hurry and escape..."

As soon as the orc commander's hoarse shout came out, he was swallowed up by the deafening sound of artillery fire.

The entire city wall from east to west, covering an area of ​​400 meters, was completely blown over by the exploding fireball.

The flesh and blood stumps of countless centaurs and orc warriors were flying all over the sky. The turrets and bastions suddenly collapsed in the huge firelight, and the horrified and shrill howls of the orcs came from inside.

"Attack...attack...all-out attack..."

Looking at the miserable scene that seemed to be the end of the world in front of him, the orc commander roared out the final order in a voice like a wolf howling and a ghost, and then its tall body was blown to pieces in a sudden burst of fire, which was too horrible to look at.

It was no longer possible to defend the city. If we still found a way to rush out, all the orcs would be blown to death without even having a chance to touch the enemy.

On the city wall where the flames were soaring, countless strong and capable figures rose into the sky.

They have humanoid bodies and strange gray-brown eagle wings. They hold wooden spears in their hands and fly extremely fast.

Harpy...is a harpy!

Greem had already made preparations for the orcs' rare air force.

As soon as the Harpy took off, and before they could get into formation and prepare to dive, nearly a hundred Eyeball fighter jets roared over. And along with the Eyeball Fighter came the dense scorching rays.

Harpies are not considered to be physically strong among the orc troops. In order to reduce the weight of flying, they are not equipped with metal armor and stomach, and the weapons they carry are only 5 short-throwing spears and a wooden stabbing gun. Their fighting method is usually to fly over the enemy and shoot with spears. Only when the throwing spears are exhausted, they will pick up the 3-meter long wooden spear and launch a diving attack on the ground.

This tactic may be effective against enemies without air troops, but it is simply asking for death when used against the magic weapon army.

When the harpy's fragile body encountered the dense scorching rays, the miserable sight was simply unbearable to look at. While the brave harpy warriors were still struggling to climb high into the sky, they were entangled by the roaring eyeball fighters.

A series of red scorching rays hit the harpy team, and almost every attack was able to knock down a harpy warrior. The harpy warriors fell miserably across the sky and fell hard on the hard soil like weights. The internal organs in their bodies exploded instantly. They vomited blood one by one, and were easily harvested by the neatly arranged magic archers. life.

The high-erected suspension bridge collapsed, the half-meter-thick wooden door was pushed to both sides, and swarms of orcs poured out of the city.

Greem, who was well aware of the enemy's movements, had already made arrangements. Ten magic tanks continued to bombard the city wall, while the other ten magic tanks focused their artillery fire on the city gate. Before the tide of orcs could pass through the suspension bridge, ten huge fireballs exploded in their ranks.

Blood and flesh are flying everywhere, and broken limbs and broken bodies can be seen everywhere...

The brave orcs had just left the city and suffered a head-on attack before engaging the enemy. And those orcs who struggled to rush across the suspension bridge despite artillery fire were greeted by hundreds of intensive energy rays in the next second.

The orc warriors' eyes as huge as copper bells were widened. They held their war hammers and swords high and were beaten into pieces before they even took a few steps. They staggered forward, the dense blood on their bodies splashing blood outwards.

Finally, they fell to their knees, crawled on the soil, and crawled forward with their last strength.

The second round of energy rays swept across, and this tragic battlefield became silent again!

When the strength of the two teams is not at the same level at all, individual bravery alone can no longer reverse the development of the entire battle.

Groups of orcs rushed out, and then fell down one after another...

Repeatedly, bloody and cruel!

But no matter how hard the orcs charged, they were still unable to break through the invisible line of defense and touch the rows of tall and powerful metal giants a hundred steps away. The enemy's artillery fire was too fierce, so fierce that their flesh and blood bodies could not compete with it.

Finally, after throwing thousands of corpses in front of the city gate, the orcs retreated into the city wailing. The Magical Equipment Legion also took the opportunity to extend its artillery fire and continued to bombard the remaining tall buildings in Macron City.

The orcs hid at the roots of the city wall, holding wooden shields on their heads, suffering, waiting for the moment when the enemy rushed into the city. Since they can't rush out, wait until the enemy enters the city and then fight with them in street fights and melees. With the ferocity and bravery of the orcs, if they really want to fight at close range, even if the enemy is made of steel and iron, they can tear several kilograms of flesh and blood from it.

Unfortunately, they underestimated Greem's determination, and also underestimated the terror of the magical weapon army after possessing the brain-brained Gru.

Split Brain Gru's 5-meter-tall metal body stands in the center of the magic weapon army. At every moment, blue energy light strips are emitted from his body to connect himself with the surrounding magic weapons. Whether it is a magic shooter or a magic chariot, they can obtain appropriate magic energy from it through these energy light belts.

As long as it is there, the Magical Equipment Legion will never be in danger of running out of energy!

In the huge city of Marklen, there was no trace of orcs and servants. Everyone was hiding in the dark, hiding in the ruins, enduring the bombardment and cleansing of the magic cannons over and over again.

Under the continuous bombardment of twenty magic cannons, the 8-meter-high solid city wall finally collapsed and scattered into rubble all over the ground. The eyeball fighters that killed the eagle team flew into Marklen City in groups, quickly searching for the remaining lives in the city at a height of 20 meters above the ground.

Whether it was the collapsed stone forts or the blackened stone houses, the eyeball fighters could flexibly drill in and out of them, sweeping every dark corner with hissing and scorching rays.

The remaining orcs also used all means to fight these eyeball fighters, throwing axes, casting nets, or jumping in the air... The number of eyeball fighters also decreased sharply.

Boom, boom, boom...

A series of heavy footsteps that shook the earth resounded throughout the battlefield.

Rows of metal magic machines, in loose formations, stepped on the broken rubble of the city walls and the charred beams, and slowly entered the city. They did not disperse, nor did they try to search those narrow and dark places. Once the strange gems installed in the eye sockets sensed the breath of life under the ruins, a goblin rocket would be fired.

As soon as the orcs hiding in the dark rushed out, they were beaten into sieves by dozens of energy rays.

The entire city building was almost razed to the ground. Even if there were occasional remnants, they could not withstand the ray attacks of groups of magic machines. Walking and pushing all the way, wherever they passed, walls collapsed and houses collapsed, and dust flew.

When encountering orcs hiding in solid bastions and resisting stubbornly, the magic machines only need to call for magic artillery to launch a round of attacks. Everything returned to dust and became completely quiet!

When nearly a hundred magic machines came to the small Beast Temple with ray guns raised high, the two thousand orcs and centaurs left in Marklen City were entrenched here, using their flesh and blood to form a human wall, confronting the magic machines in an extremely tragic and tragic posture.

After two hours of bombardment, few of the remaining orcs and centaurs were intact. Even the level 3 orc berserker was covered in blood, and his hide was burnt black by the flames. And the level 2 orcs surrounding him were all injured, with bloodshot heads, and it was horrible to see.

At this moment, the orc berserker was standing at the forefront of the team, with a huge double-edged battle axe on his back, and a tall and rough tribal flag tightly grasped in his hand.

There was no wind on the battlefield, but the animal skin flag of the flag was fully stretched out, and a pattern of an orc holding a war hammer and roaring to the sky was clearly visible on it.

Grimm led many crimson wizards and slowly stepped into the battlefield. They confronted the orc remnants coldly a hundred meters away. The orcs stared with bloodshot eyes and scanned every wizard on the scene with extremely hateful eyes.

The Warhammer Tribe entrenched in Marklen City is finished!

They lost the city territory, all the people, and most of the orc warriors... Next, they will lose the only remaining orc faith behind them - the Beast Temple.

"Wizards, why do you attack our city, kill our people, and overthrow our temple... Why?" Perhaps knowing that they are at the end of the road, the orc berserker in front of him asked loudly, and he seemed to be exhausted, sad and angry.

"There is no reason... There may be many reasons, but I don't need to explain to you. You and I are actually just chess pieces that can't help ourselves. Your responsibility is to protect this city, and my responsibility is to destroy this seat. As for the reason, who cares..." Grimm replied coldly.

Knowing that it was impossible to get an answer from Grimm, the orc berserker paused the flag in his hand, and the tall and hard flagpole pierced through the ground and fixed in place. The orc berserker stretched out his hand, grabbed the giant axe behind him, and roared as he rushed towards Grimm.

As he rushed forward, the orc berserker let out a heart-shaking war cry, and his body, which was originally 2 meters high, swelled and grew again. And its bare black feet, every time they stepped on the ground, would make a dull vibration, which sounded like a heavy drum from a distance.

Puff puff puff...

A series of dense scorching rays hit the orc berserker's sturdy body like red-hot irons. The orc berserker just raised the giant axe to cover his face, and then suddenly jumped up, letting the red scorching rays continue to shoot.

The scorching rays that could penetrate walls only burned tiny red dots on the muscular black body of the orc berserker, but did not penetrate the hard skin.

A hideous smile appeared on the face of the orc berserker, and the giant axe in his hand glowed dimly and chopped quickly. The giant axe was only two meters long, and it was impossible to touch the metal magic machines that were twenty or thirty meters away. However, as the light on the giant axe flew out of the body, a half-meter long terrible ripple instantly passed through the body of the five magic archers.

The sound of the magic machine shooting stopped abruptly, and the metal parts and fragments bloomed like fireworks...