"Boom!"
A dull loud noise echoed on the battlefield.
With the bleak sound of the horn, the orcs swarmed up like a tide, and the entire city wall had become a bloody killing field. The primitive and wild advance attacked the ancient city wall again and again. The figures of the Gnolls from the Abyss shuttled through the army of orcs. They jumped nimbly at high speed, looking for the opportunity to cut in and kill. These agile enemies brought huge casualties to the half-elves because they could climb the city wall more than ten meters high with their bare hands.
"Milan!"
A hoarse roar was heard, and then a middle-aged man covered in blood and flesh rushed over with a heavy hammer in one hand. He swung the war hammer and smashed down a Half-Orc who had climbed up the city wall. Then he rushed over and roared, "Are you crazy? What are you doing here? Go down quickly! "
"Go take care of those women and children! This is not a place you should be! "
"Bang."
Another strong half-orc climbed up. The middle-aged man picked up an iron shield and slammed into it. In an instant, the half-orc was sent flying four or five meters away. Then, with a plop, the half-orc fell to the ground from the city wall. He was dead.
"Go!"
The middle-aged man looked at the little girl in front of him. The crazy battle for days made his eyes bloodshot. His high-strung spirit and will did not notice the abnormal situation of the little girl at this moment. He stretched out his hand to grab the little girl in front of him, and then directly walked down the city wall with her. The situation on the battlefield was getting more and more difficult. At this time, there was no spare energy to take care of a little girl. She would only cause trouble if she stayed here.
"Hmm?"
Facing the middle-aged man who was walking in front of her, the little girl's beautiful face frowned slightly. She moved her feet, turned around lightly, and then passed by him. She didn't even touch her sleeves.
"Huh?" The middle-aged man stood in place in astonishment.
His hands were empty, and he didn't even touch the corner of the little girl's clothes. Her movements just now were so smooth, and it imperceptibly revealed amazing nimbleness and skill.
Milan didn't look back.
The middle-aged man behind her was just a priest who had lost his divine power. It was not worth her attention and wasting her precious time.
Because this time was exchanged with psionic energy!
…
"Roar!"
A wild roar sounded, and an armored orc warrior rushed up the wall. A beautiful white figure appeared in its sight. It was a beautiful little girl. She was wearing a pure white dress, like a holy lotus blooming on the bloody battlefield. This pure white color was so eye-catching on the bloody battlefield. In an instant, it stung the blood-red pupils of the Half-Orc warrior, so he roared without hesitation and swung his sword to slash at the Half-Orc warrior.
Its insanity made it want to wither this pure lotus-like beauty and let scarlet blood flow in the snow-white world.
Clang!
Milan's figure fluttered like a butterfly. In an instant, she passed by a half-elf guard. The next moment, a long and narrow elven scimitar appeared in her palm. Her figure didn't stop at all. In an instant, she passed by the half-orc warrior in front of her. The cold light of the scimitar cut through the air, and then time froze at this moment. The half-orc warrior's figure stiffened in place.
Plop.
A clear sound of falling to the ground.
A head fell to the ground, and the headless body of the half-orc warrior slowly fell down. Blood gushed out wildly, but not a single drop stuck to Milan's pure white dress.
Her figure leaped on the city wall like a graceful butterfly!
At this moment.
The eyes of the entire battlefield were attracted by this white figure. Countless people who were in the midst of battle saw her.
Courage.
Her existence seemed to have awakened the courage of the soldiers, allowing them to erupt with strength even though they were extremely tired, and forcibly repelled the enemy's attack.
Roar!
Crazy roars came.
The figures of the Gnolls from the Abyss flew up from the corner. These powerful monsters with blood-red pupils noticed the existence of the little girl. They rushed from all directions, like a black shadow sweeping past, and pounced on the little girl in front of them. They wanted to behead the only white light on the battlefield!
"Hmph!"
Facing the Gnolls from the Abyss rushing from all directions, the little girl showed a mocking smile. Her snow-white toes gently hooked, and the second elven scimitar fell into her palm.
Clang!
The crisp sound of metal colliding.
Milan's figure flew up in an instant, her whole body spinning at high speed. The two scimitars turned into a cold light all over the sky. Her snow-white dress made her look like a flying butterfly. In an instant, she rushed out from the shadows. Her figure swept through the air, and there were drops of blood sliding down from the blade. Behind her, there were sounds of falling bodies, and the bodies of the Gnolls from the Abyss fell directly from the air.
Clang.
The little girl landed gently. She frowned and looked at the elven scimitar in her hand, which was already a little curved, and threw it away.
There were scattered weapons everywhere on the battlefield.
She coldly glanced at the others and instantly found two scimitars again. Then, her figure turned into a white afterimage and swept through the air. Cold and merciless blade lights appeared. After that white figure, there were corpses of orcs and gnolls.
All of them were killed with one strike!
No enemy could last more than one strike from her, even the Gnolls from the Abyss could not last even a second!
The battlefield was dead silent.
Milan's figure leaped on the city wall and killed hundreds of half-orcs and Gnolls at once.
The offensive of the half-orcs was instantly suppressed.
With the bleak sound of the horn, the half-orcs who attacked frantically retreated like a tide.
There was a burst of cheers.
When all the enemies in front of them retreated from the city wall, the surviving half-orcs could not help but cheer.
…
Dong! Dong! Dong!
The dull sound of war drums came from behind the half-orcs. This crazy drum beat seemed to have strangled all the half-orcs in an instant, making them stop cheering abruptly. They looked nervously at the back of the half-orc battle formation. Groups of Half-Orcs parted like a tide. Along with the gradually agitated and frantic sound of war drums, a huge monster that clearly had the bloodline of an Earth Dragon appeared. It had thick dragon horns, a huge body, strong limbs, and hard dragon skin.
The old figure of the half-orc priest appeared!
Eugene stood on the huge dragon beast, holding a white bone spear in his hand. He smeared the powder ground from the ashes of his clansmen on his face. His chest was covered with countless scars.
His memory seemed to return to that winter.
In that cold and snow-covered season, he also held a spear with his bare chest and faced the Frost Giant army that threatened the survival of the tribe!
Roar!
It let out a roar.
His old body could not hide his power. Eugene looked at the battlefield in front of him and roared, "For the tribe! For the Blade clan! For our descendants!!! "
Buzz.
The white bone spear cut through the air. When Eugene pointed at the bloody city wall in front of him, countless half-orcs roared wildly. They clenched the simple weapons in their hands and hammered their chests. The fatigue accumulated from days of crazy attacks turned into a violent courage.
"Eugene! Blade! Eugene! Blade! "
Countless half-orcs shouted Eugene's name frantically and rushed to the battlefield in front of them again with bloodshot eyes!
Cold, hunger, death.
This was a battle that would determine the fate of the half-orcs for the next hundreds of years!
Since this land was taken away by the half-elves and the half-orcs were expelled to the cold barren land, the shadows of hunger and death had always shrouded them.
But!
The half-orcs did not fall, nor did they fail.
Because they had 'Eugene'!
The greatest leader of the half-orcs in history!
He led his clansmen to open up the northwest wilderness. He traveled around the continent alone just to find a way to make the Blade clan strong and strong! He united all the half-orcs with love and tolerance! He was cruel and ruthless to his enemies, but he treated his clansmen like his own children. His eyes were always filled with pity and sadness! He slaughtered the winter wolves in the cold ice and snow. He went into the death swamp alone to kill the black dragon. He beheaded the king of the Frost Giant army under the siege of the Frost Giant army!
It supported the backbone of the Blade Teeth Clan with its old back!
He never married and had children in his life, nor did he have any spouse. The first thing an old half-orc shaman did after leading his clansmen to defeat the half-elves' army was not to celebrate the victory, but to kneel on the ground and kiss the black fertile land under his feet.
He was' Eugene – Spear '!
He was the backbone of the half-orcs, the hope of the half-orcs, the real chief of the half-orcs!
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