Along the way, Grimm and the others had witnessed the bravery of the Beastmen Race!
Regardless of whether it was the Orc Wolf Riders that had formed into an army and were charging over while howling like wild beasts, or the Orc Warriors that were alone and wanted to ambush the witches who were left behind … none of their movements could escape the eyeball fighter aircrafts that were high up in the sky.
If it was just a lone Orc, the scorching rays from the sky would be enough to turn them into candied haws. If there were too many Orcs attacking, the Eyeball Fighter Jets would warn them, and the Magic Machine Caravan would quickly spread out and fire their terrifying magic cannons. Many Magic Archers surrounded the caravan on both sides, firing at the Orcs with concentrated rays.
The Wolf Cavalry were indeed valiant. Riding on their ferocious wolves, they charged left and right amidst the barrage of cannons that filled the sky. Howling loudly, they brandished the shiny blades in their hands. The Orc Warriors were bare-chested, holding wooden shields and waving simple wooden sticks as they followed behind the Wolf Riders with large strides.
The dense cannons exploded in the grass, and the violent shockwaves of flames mixed with grass and dust flew in all directions. Most of the Wolf Riders wore leather armor and wolf helmets. Their defense was so simple that it was hard to look at them directly.
Not to mention magic flames, even a slightly harder piece of mud could leave a purple scar on their body. Once these Wolf Cavalrymen came into contact with the flames, they would instantly be ignited, turning into a terrifying ball of fire and falling to the ground in the grass, wailing miserably.
With the Eyeball Fighter Jets in the sky, the Orcs did not even have time to enter the line of sight of the caravan before they were destroyed by the concentrated firepower in the distance. Occasionally, some brave Orcs would rush out of the grass against the sky full of cannons, but they would also be blasted into pieces by the Magic Machine Cannons.
Orcs were famous for their elemental insulators. It was almost impossible to find magic weapons in the entire Orc Empire, not to mention exquisite magic accessories. Without any external magic resistance, it was simply a joke for them to rely on their strong bodies to resist the piercing of the Magic Ray!
It wasn't that the Orcs weren't brave or fearless. However, when they were faced with a powerful wizard who had come from another plane, all of this became fleeting clouds. Apart from falling to the ground and howling in pain, they could not even scratch the skin of the army of magic weapons.
Completely crushed … It was a complete and utter crushing!
Even the powerhouses of the orc tribes would not be able to escape the coverage fire of the magic cannons as long as they dared to appear within three kilometers of the caravan.
As they advanced, they slaughtered their way forward!
The orcs charged at the caravan fearlessly and crazily with the bravery and bloodthirstiness of their race. Unfortunately, the disparity between the two sides in terms of war was too great, rendering the Beastmen's bravery useless. It was a tragic and stirring act of throwing away their lives in vain.
The Magi of the Crimson Family were all sitting comfortably in the magic chariots, smoking cigars and drinking red wine. Through the surveillance crystal, they slowly admired the orcs struggling to move forward in the midst of the cannon fire. The only one who disturbed their peace was a Grade 3 Orc Sword Saint.
This fellow relied on his keen intuition and extraordinary speed to break through the periphery and rush into the convoy.
As a result, he met the Thunder Dragon Armes, who had been disturbed.
This Thunder Dragon was truly unrestrained. Even when it came out for a mission, it brought along those foreign concubines. When the Orc Sword Saint attacked, the Thunder Dragon was clean and efficient. It wrapped itself in a bedsheet and rushed out of the chariot, quickly transforming into its Thunder Dragon form.
The Orc Sword Saint was a real deal. Every time it swung its strange, long, and thin blade, it could easily cut through the outer armor of the magic chariot. However, its luck came to an end when it encountered the ill-tempered Thunder Dragon Armes.
Suddenly seeing a terrifying Dragon over thirty meters long and feeling its bitingly cold Draconic Might at close range, the Beastman Sword Saint's heart thumped wildly, and he did his utmost to increase his speed as he circled around the Lightning Dragon. Occasionally, it would take advantage of the Thunder Dragon's awkward position inside the caravan to dodge the Thunder Dragon's attacks and slash at it a few times.
Although the Orc Sword Saint's Gale Slash had failed to penetrate the Thunder Dragon's scales, the Thunder Dragon cried out in pain.
Not only had the Thunder Dragon failed to kill it several times, but the Thunder Dragon had also taken advantage of the opportunity to land a few vicious slashes on its body. The Thunder Dragon Armes was enraged.
Hence, when the Thunder Dragon dodged the Thunder Dragon's frontal attack and charged at it from the back, Armes activated the violent Elemental Lightning in its body.
The dazzling lightning engulfed the Thunder Dragon in an instant, and the Orc Sword Saint that had just reached the Thunder Dragon's side was struck by the lightning.
The dazzling lightning storm left as quickly as it came. Once the glaring lightning slowly dissipated, the Beastman Sword Saint staggered away from the Thunder Dragon's side. Its body was covered in scorch marks left behind by the lightning, and there were even a few spots where black smoke was curling up.
The Orc Sword Saint that had been seriously injured by the Thunder Dragon eventually became a captive of the caravan. As soon as the Thunder Dragon Armes won, it transformed back into its human form and rushed back into the war chariot. Inside the chariot, it was as if it was being praised and admired by many concubines.
To be honest, these concubines of other races that had followed Armes out of Witherwater City should really thank the Thunder Dragon. Without it, they would have stayed in Witherwater City and become sacrifices for the blood sacrifice ceremony.
At that time, their fates would have been completely different!
… …
Markelen City.
This was a small city located in the southeastern region of the Great Wasteland.
There were no more than 30,000 Orcs in the city, and most of them were Centaurs that were specially herded by the Orc Empire.
Naturally, there was a small Orc God's Temple in the city.
The Orcs of Markelen City had already received news of what had happened to Witherwater City a day ago.
However, just as the Orcs gathered the seven servant leaders to discuss how to invade Witherwater City, the news of a witches advancing quickly along the main road towards Markelen City reached the meeting hall.
The intercepting troops sent by the Orc villages along the way had been defeated one after another, and even the famous Grade 3 Orc Sword Saint Sardin had been captured by the witches.
Hearing this news, the meeting hall, which had been roaring crazily just now, suddenly froze!
All the powerhouses in Markelen City were gathered together, but there was only one Grade 3 Orc Berserker and five Grade 2 Orc powerhouses. Moreover, it was rumored that there was a Tier 3 Giant Dragon hidden within this aggressive team of witches … If this information was true, how were they supposed to fight this battle?
Perhaps this Dragon alone was enough to wipe out all the Orcs in Markelen City, not to mention the terrifying Wizard who could control a Grade 3 Dragon!
If the current situation was changed to that of the humans, the higher-ups of Markelen City would definitely choose to escape or surrender. Unfortunately, there was no such word in the orc's dictionary. Therefore, even though they knew that they could not win, the Orcs still chose to resist to the end, swearing to protect the great Orc God's temple.
Therefore, after half a day, the Crimson Family's Magic Machine Legion arrived at Markelen City.
Although the Orcs were brave, they were not stupid enough to run outside the city and fight with the powerful witches.
They hurriedly erected the drawbridge, closed the city gates, and chased a large number of Centaur Spear Throwers to the city walls. With the Deep Trench Barrier and the Centaur Spear Throwers within 50 meters, they were confident that they could block the enemy outside the city.
Unfortunately, the enemy they encountered was not an ordinary opponent, but a fully mechanized Magic Machine Legion!
The Orcs did not want to come out, which was exactly what Grimm wanted.
Under Grimm's command, 389 Magic Machines lined up neatly a hundred meters in front of the city gates, waiting for the enemy. Behind the Magic Machine Legion, 20 Magic Chariots lined up in a row. With a deafening roar of metal, four mechanical arms extended from the sides of the chariots, piercing into the ground. Then, black muzzles emerged from the turrets on the chariots' roofs.
Magic Cannons were four to five times more powerful than Magic Ray Guns, with an attack range of 170 to 210 degrees. This was a level that a rank 1 Elemental Magus could achieve with his full strength!
More importantly, Magic Ray Guns had an attack range of 30 to 300 meters, while Magic Cannons had an attack range of 700 meters. Therefore, from the beginning to the end, Grimm did not plan to send the Magic Machine Legion to attack the city. Instead, he wanted to play a cannon battle with the Orcs with the idea of reducing casualties.
When the Magic Energy Chariot transformed into a long-range cannon, balls of blinding, dense red light began to gather inside the Magic Energy Cannon. Seven seconds later, as the chariots trembled slightly, the Fire Element Magic Bullet transformed into a huge fireball and shot out, leaving a trail of red marks in the air as it crossed the city walls and slowly descended into the city.
Twenty Magic Chariots, twenty Fire Element Magic Bullets … In an instant, the huge fireball engulfed the entire Markelen City.
The Scarlet Wizards got out of the chariots and stood behind the battle formation, peeking at the nearby Markelen City. Huge balls of flames exploded everywhere in the city, bombarding the stone buildings until they were on the verge of collapse. Flames soared into the sky.
The entire city was instantly engulfed in a sea of fire!
The Orc Commander, who was lying on the city walls and peeking through the gap, felt a chill run down his spine.
What did these Witches bring? How could they fire fireballs so far away?
Just as he was about to give the order to attack, he was disappointed to find that even the nearest Metal Giant was hundreds of meters away from the city walls. With the arm strength of the Centaurs, it would be difficult to hit the Metal Giant at such a distance.
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