"It's just some scrap metal!"
The giant Gnoll leader frowned and glanced at Eugene next to him, and said in a deep voice, "I feel that the artifact my lord needs is nearby! We can't let them take it away! "
"Eugene!"
"Hurry up and order the attack."
Eugene's mouth twitched slightly, and his face was not very good. The Gnolls from the Abyss had more than 20 points in agility. Unless they were lucky, it was impossible to hit them. From loading to firing, this level of craftsmanship posed little threat to the Gnolls from the Abyss. Otherwise, the main fighting force of the Abyss would not rely on high-grade demons. However, these cannons weren't the same for the other orc warriors. If they rushed in like this, they would be hit by at least one round of cannons. Their dense formation suffered a lot of damage from the cannons.
But the current situation was that they had to go!
If they couldn't find the parts of the artifact [Flail of Time], the Gnoll army might turn against them. If the alliance was broken, the Gnolls from the Abyss would regard the orcs as enemies, and then crazy revenge attacks were likely to happen.
In that case, it would be difficult to completely defeat the half-elves!
The demons of the Abyss were chaotic and evil. Since ancient times, chaos had either produced lunatics or idiots. Eugene was not sure what terrible things these lunatics would do if he did not meet their requirements!
"There!"
The giant Gnoll leader with black hair suddenly pointed to the front. Its green eyes seemed to see through the darkness, and its sight was directly locked on a little girl wearing a small white priest robe under the night sky. It growled, "There! The artifact part my lord needs is in the hands of that hateful little girl! "
Milan.
Saint priest – Milan!
The little girl did not realize the approaching danger at the moment. She was just glad that they were finally rescued. My lord's reinforcements had successfully rescued them. After boarding the warship, the women and children were much safer.
Eugene recognized the little girl in the white priest robe at first glance. After all, the siege of the city that day was so memorable. In the end, it was this little girl who made all his plans fail. The orc army suffered heavy losses under the dragon breath of the three dragons! A strong killing intent appeared on Eugene's old face. New hatred and old hatred gathered together. He couldn't help but clench the bone spear on his back. It was true that it was a great chief worthy of respect, love, and compassion, but it only cared about its own people.
King of the Gnolls, Yeenoghu.
This evil, bloody, chaotic, murderous, and crazy demon lord. No matter how evil, bloodthirsty, and crazy he was in the eyes of others, his reputation among the gnolls was as high as the sun in the sky. It could be said that most of the gnolls in the multiverse respected him, and quite a number of them worshipped him crazily.
The reason was simple.
Over the past thousands of years, Yeenoghu, the King of Gnolls, had done everything, whether it was launching a battle against the Lord of the Abyss, or trying his best to conquer the King of Ghouls, or carrying out other evil schemes.
There was only one ultimate goal!
Yeenoghu, the King of Gnolls, had always wanted to see the Gnolls grow stronger. He had been working hard all his life for this goal.
From the perspective of the Gnolls, Yenogu should be a great leader!
Eugene was similar.
That was why it had such a high reputation among the half blood beastmen, but the other races only had hatred and enmity towards it.
The two were actually the same kind of people, otherwise, they would not have come together!
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"Charge!"
With an angry roar, the orc army in front of them rushed over like a tide.
The elite pirates on the riverbank had already been on standby. Behind them was the Agate River. The pirates who were familiar with water could easily jump into the river and then find a way to board the ship. The warships parked on the Agate River were fortresses. The orc army's fighting ability on land was indeed strong, but if they dared to come to the water, the pirates had enough confidence to teach them a lesson.
The ground seemed to tremble.
In the face of such a battle scene today, the elite pirates did not show the slightest panic on their faces. Battles had already trained them. In the fiercely competitive killing industry of pirates, unqualified candidates would only be eliminated. The orc army surged like a tide. Their physical fitness was really good. They could launch an impulsive battle directly after a rapid march. But that was all. When the enemy entered the range of the cannons, a storm of firepower poured out!
"Fire!"
"Fire!"
“FIRE！”
Bursts of muffled gunfire sounded, and the orc warriors at the front fell like wheat being harvested.
Solid ammunition might not have enough killing area, but it was still too terrifying to deal with flesh and blood. Especially the chain cannons fired by some cannons, which swept across in an instant, leaving broken limbs all over the ground. The pirates' cannon fire was like a bloody and cruel symphony. Round after round of frenzied firing followed by the rhythm of the rising and falling of the cannon fire.
Three-stage shooting.
Eugene had never seen it before, but it was very common for Søren.
The warships on the Agate River had already formed a crisscrossing firepower net. If it was just a normal battle command, Søren would not be able to do it to this extent.
Because it was too difficult to command in a real battle!
But today was a little different. Søren had a powerful psionic warlock standing beside him.
Long before the orc army arrived, she had already set up a psionic force field, so she could transmit Søren's orders to every warship's commander at any time.
Her voice sounded in the mind of the warship's commander at the same time as Søren's orders!
Compared to this kind of battle command that transcended time, Søren's previous method of relying on the pirate flag to transmit orders was simply too weak!
It was not at the same level at all!
No!
There was no way to compare at all!
If the current situation could be described with a metaphor, it would be the combat ability of the Renaissance era, but equipped with the combat command system of the Interstellar era!
This feeling was too good, wasn't it?
Søren never thought that it would be so easy to command the pirates in battle. In the past, he relied on the pirate flag to slowly give orders, and then waited for the opposing commander to see the flag before taking action. This was simply a ruthless destruction of his intelligence! But now, relying on the psionic warlock's psionic communication, the efficiency of battle command was completely different!
The orc army was in a daze.
Because at this moment, in their minds, the enemy's cannons did not stop from the beginning to the end. The warriors of the Blade clan who rushed in front fell in batches like wheat being cut down. They did not even rush in front of the enemy, and they suffered heavy losses under the baptism of cannon fire!
Fear spread.
The ground was full of broken limbs and wailing orc warriors. For them who worshipped brute force, Søren taught them a good lesson today, telling them that muscles could not solve all problems.
Boom! Boom!
Boom! The sound of cannon fire drowned the orc army. Night made it difficult for them to see how many cannons the enemy had. They could only hear the roar of the cannons from beginning to end. The dull noise covered the roar of the orc officers. After the first round of charge was directly killed by the cannons, the orc warriors who rushed at the front collapsed without any accident.
They were just a group of mortals with flesh and blood!
Søren looked at the battlefield in front of him and shook his head gently. Dealing with these ignorant orcs, he had an obvious feeling of IQ suppression. If these guys were not born with amazing brute force, maybe the plan would have gone better. But the current situation was enough. Søren saved the first batch of the most devout believers. After sending them to a safe place, he planned to transport a few more batches of believers.
Population.
What Mordor lacked the most was population. Twenty or thirty thousand half-elves could be transported back.
Søren began to stockpile food and supplies so early in order to deal with today's situation. He was not afraid of a large population. Mordor was under rapid construction planning. Søren would only worry about the lack of labor, not too much labor.
Swoosh! Swoosh!
Some fast-moving figures suddenly appeared in the Night. The orc army that attracted the firepower at the beginning was just cannon fodder. These Abyss Gnolls that came in the night were the main force.
An old figure flew over at an astonishing speed!
Hundreds of lurking Abyss Gnolls rushed out from all directions, but their target was not Søren, nor the elite pirates on the river bank, but Milan, who was standing in the middle of the priests. Eugene rushed directly to the little girl in front of him. With a roar, he clenched his white bone spear and threw it out. He actually wanted to nail her to the ground on the spot!
It all happened too fast.
The sudden attack of the Abyss Gnolls attracted everyone's attention, and then the next moment, the legendary war shaman with a profession level of 27 rushed over.
He wanted to kill the Saint Priest in front of him – Milan!
A poor little girl who lost her father in the war, lost all her relatives, and lived alone in the world, less than fifteen years old.
Just because she had something in her hand that he had to get!
The shadow of death loomed over her.
Facing [Ascendant] Eugene's all-out attack, Milan's chances of surviving were close to zero!
On the whole battlefield.
Almost no one could take the thunderous blow of this legendary war shaman, and at this moment, under the shadow of death, only one person could save her!
– Søren!
His figure disappeared at the moment when the white bone spear broke through the air.
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