"Boom!"
There was a deafening explosion …
Everyone on the battlefield saw a purple-black lightning bolt cut through the sky, penetrating the thick clouds and striking the Golden Tent tribe's divine barrier.
The terrifying power carried a majestic aura that made people tremble in fear. They couldn't help but feel a sense of awe.
It was the punishment of the gods.
The blasphemy of the gods by the players triggered the punishment of the gods again!
Although the God's Punishment hesitated for a moment this time, but … it still fell in the end.
And the moment the divine punishment fell, the divine barrier that was barely maintained under the repeated attacks of the catapults finally reached its limit and collapsed, turning into countless silver photons that swirled in the air …
Bolts of purple-black lightning danced in the sky above the Golden Tent tribe and spread along the collapse of the divine barrier …
On the fortress wall, the orc priests who were maintaining the divine barrier didn't even have time to scream before they were turned into ashes by the lightning.
Only the chief priest who had reached the lower level of the Gold level survived.
Even though he was lucky enough to survive, he spat out blood. His face was ashen, and he seemed to have aged dozens of years in an instant. He looked like an old man with one foot in the grave …
He didn't seem to have much longer to live.
The fortress wall fell into an eerie silence.
The surviving orcs stared blankly at the sky. They were in a daze as if they hadn't recovered from the shock of the gods' punishment.
Bursts of thunder came from the sky. Those were the dark clouds that were triggered by the gods' punishment.
In the next second, bean-sized raindrops mixed with snow and ice fell on the orcs' heads. They felt a chill in their hearts …
The defensive divine spell barrier was broken.
In the direction of the elven army, there was an earth-shattering cheer.
Li Mu was excited. He raised his commanding sword high and shouted at the top of his lungs,
"The divine barrier is broken! Listen to my order, attack! Begin the siege! "
After that, the 30,000-strong elven army was ready to attack.
In the next moment, the passionate background music changed abruptly, turning into a more majestic and imposing symphony. It was as if it was blowing the bugle horn to charge forward.
Listening to the music, the players' eyes turned red, and their adrenaline surged.
"Attack!"
Someone shouted excitedly in the crowd.
"Attack!"
Other players began to agree.
As if it had caused a chain reaction, after the first few players shouted, more and more players shouted one after another.
"Attack!"
"Attack! Attack the city! Attack the city! "
Their voices grew louder and louder, from disorderly to orderly, and finally turned into the roars of thirty thousand people.
"Charge! Attack! "
"For the goddess, for the elves!"
That orderly and majestic voice drowned out the thunder in the sky, drowned out the sound of the rain, and resounded throughout the vast battlefield, causing even the earth to tremble.
On the wall of the village, the expressions of the half-beastmen changed when they heard this. They were frightened.
Apart from being shocked, there was also some fear and confusion on their faces.
Such an army had never appeared in the world of Segers …
Battering rams and ballistas were pushed out by the players, and the scaling ladders were also carried by them.
Following that, the thirty thousand soldiers charged from all four directions!
The irises and flags were raised high by the players. They drew their weapons and surged toward the village wall like a tide.
The archers shot as they charged, and the catapults continued to shoot. But this time, without the divine barrier, the Golden Tent Tribe had completely lost the ability to resist.
The huge 'meteorite' was burning with flames and smashed into the half-orc tribe. It smashed into the wall of the village made of stones, causing a violent explosion and a series of loud rumbling sounds.
Even the heavy rain couldn't extinguish the flames caused by the exploding magic stones …
In just a few moments, the Golden Tent Tribe was on fire.
The shabby village wall was on the verge of collapse under the catapults' bombardment, and it looked like it would collapse in the next second.
Arrows and elemental bullets turned into a rain of light and poured down on the village wall again, but this time, there were some long-range spells.
They were the mage players who were charging at the front.
They had entered the range of the spells.
The colorful magic light and arrows intertwined and turned into colorful lights with hidden murderous intent, drowning the village wall.
The casualties of the half-beastmen defending the village began to soar at an unbelievable speed …
The half-beastmen didn't have any spellcasters other than the priests.
At this moment, this had become their biggest weakness.
Facing the dense long-range spells of the players, they could only barely hold on behind the village wall without the protection of the defensive barrier. They had almost lost the ability to fight back.
Soon, the players at the front approached the village wall.
If one looked down from the sky, they would see that the entire Golden Tent Tribe had been completely surrounded by the dark elves …
The catapults' bombardment stopped.
The final stage of the siege had officially begun.
The players lifted the ladders and placed them on the village wall.
The tank warriors were wearing heavy armor and holding weapons that shone with cold light. They roared under the command of their commander as they climbed up the village wall …
The ballistae aimed at the tower on the village wall and shot three-meter-long arrows, destroying the last resistance of the half-beastmen bit by bit …
At the village gate, a dozen players surrounded the battering rams that were engraved with reinforcement and piercing spells and began to ram the village gate …
"Bang … Bang … Bang …!"
The sound of the collisions rang under the village wall and in the ears of the half-beastmen. It was like the knell of doomsday …
The half-beastman chief priest was helped up by his subordinates. He endured the pain all over his body and ordered with difficulty,
"Stop them! Don't let them climb up! "
"Protect the village gate! Protect the village gate! "
His voice was hoarse and almost couldn't make a sound.
Following his order, more half-beastmen warriors climbed up the village wall and joined the battle.
At the same time, the fastest players climbed up the village wall.
The close combat had begun.
The one at the front was a Silver Tier Warrior Tank.
These players who chose to specialize in defense had limited attack power, but their defense power was extremely high.
They were like humanoid titans as they began to roar and rampage on the village wall.
The half-beastmen were obviously stronger and taller …
However, in the face of these human-shaped meat shields with heavy armor and magic auras, the half-beastmen's maces and scimitars were like the players' weapons. They couldn't cause any damage to the half-beastmen.
With Demacia as the leader, the tank warriors were like a sharp blade that instantly tore apart the half-beastmen's defense line on the village wall.
Immediately after, more players climbed up the wall and fought with the half-beastmen.
The sound of swords and sabers mixed with the sound of the heavy rain, screams, and explosions of magic. It was extremely majestic.
The players at the front fell, and soon, new players took their place, fighting fearlessly.
In this situation, no one cared about their own lives.
All the players seemed to have gone crazy. They fought to the death without retreating.
They only had one goal —
Break through the half-beastmen tribe!
More and more players climbed up the village wall, and the half-beastmen became more and more chaotic.
Their formation had been torn apart by the players.
The average level of the players was very high.
Even the lowest level of the public beta player was level 31.
As for players who had reached the maximum level of 40, they could be found everywhere.
These max level players and silver players all rushed to the front. They were the army's sharpest knife.
Compared to the half-beastmen warriors whose average strength was in the middle of Black Iron, such combat power had formed a crushing momentum …
The entire village wall had become a cruel and crazy meat grinder.
However, this was against the half-beastmen.
It was supposed to be a difficult melee battle, but the players' momentum was overwhelming. The half-beastmen's defense began to collapse at a speed that was almost visible to the naked eye …
And this collapse, especially after another loud "boom", reached a climax.
The city gate was broken.
After repeated collisions, the city gate, which was not strong to begin with, finally could not withstand the double destruction of physical and magic. It collapsed with a bang!
The players cheered, then let go of the battering rams and rushed into the city like a tide …
"This is bad …"
Seeing this scene, the chief priest who was protected by the half-beastmen turned pale.
Once the city gate was broken, it was like a dam bursting.
The flood of players rushed into the Golden Tent Tribe through the city gate and started a more intense battle with the half-beastmen.
The silver professionals among the half-beastmen rushed to the city gate, wanting to stop the players here.
There was no retreat behind them.
"Kill them!"
"For the tribe! For our homeland! "
The half-beastmen roared, and their morale was boosted again. They all began to fight with their lives.
Under the city gate, an even more intense battle officially began.
Even the chief priest, who was almost out of oil, struggled to stand up.
He burned his life force, took out his scimitar that he had not used for many years, and joined the battle with a roar.
Heavy rain poured down.
Blood gathered into a stream, and the muddy ground was dyed dark red. But it was quickly washed away by the rain …
However, the speed of the rain could not keep up with the speed of the blood pouring down.
The smell of blood in the air had completely covered the unique fresh smell of rain.
The half-beastmen exploded with powerful combat power in desperation.
Many old warriors who had been stuck at the bottleneck for many years broke through …
Their eyes were red, and their expressions were ferocious. They roared as they resisted the players' charge.
However, the half-beastmen's fighting spirit did not dampen the players' morale. Instead, it made them even more excited.
The Golden Tent Tribe was still too weak.
Even though many warriors broke through the desperate situation, there were more powerful players among the players.
With the support of the priest players, these players who had set their pain to the lowest level laughed loudly. They were not afraid of injuries at all, and they fought bravely.
On the ground, more and more equipment dropped.
There were half-beastmen, and there were also players'.
However, there were more half-beastmen's equipment.
The formation of the players was also getting deeper and deeper into the Golden Tent Tribe as they fought …
After a few loud dragon roars, a few Dragon Knights among the players joined the battle.
They descended from the sky and attacked from behind the half-beastmen. They cooperated with the players who had broken through the city gate and surrounded the half-beastmen below the city gate.
Each Dragon Knight player had the strength of a lower Silver.
As for the Dragon Whelps beneath them, they had already broken through to the same level before they joined the battle.
With the addition of two dragon dragons, their strength was even more terrifying, and they changed the battle situation almost instantly …
The half-beastmen below the city wall were quickly defeated, and the players took the opportunity to quickly occupy the city gate.
They cooperated with the players on the city wall and quickly wiped out the half-beastmen on the city wall. Then, they completely opened the remaining city gates …
At this point, the thirty thousand elves lost their last obstacle.
The players who had completely opened the battle shouted and cheered, and they rushed into the Golden Tent Tribe like a tide.
The sound of swords clashing could be heard everywhere in the Golden Tent Tribe.
The victory was decided.
…
There was a lack of rain in the Death Desert.
The rain and snow, which could be considered a once-in-a-decade occurrence, stopped in less than half a day.
As the rain stopped, so did the battle in the Golden Tent Tribe.
The sound of swords clashing became sporadic sounds of collisions …
It was not a battle, but the sound of the players looting the half-beastmen tribe.
At this moment, the players had completely occupied the Golden Tent Tribe.
The muddy ground was stained reddish-brown by the blood, and even the heavy rain could not wash it away.
Dropped blood-stained equipment could be seen everywhere on the ground, and the players were excitedly picking them up.
The heavy rain finally extinguished the flames in the Orc Tribe, leaving only white smoke hovering in the air.
The smell of blood mixed with the smell of mud in the air, and it was extremely pungent.
In the square of the Golden Tent Tribe, thousands of half-beastmen were squatting together with their hands on their heads.
They were all captives of the players.
They were the only survivors of the Orc Tribe of more than ten thousand people.
From today onwards, the Golden Tent Tribe would become history.
Li Mu walked on the muddy street and arrived in front of the Golden Tent Tribe's Sacrificial Tent.
This was the place where the half-beastmen worshiped the statue of Oulleur.
The Sacrificial Tent had yet to be looted by the players.
As the guild that contributed the most, this was the spoils of war that belonged to Nature's Heart.
On the ground outside the Sacrificial Tent, there were many half-beastmen corpses.
They were all severely injured, and there were hundreds of them from afar.
These were the half-beastmen who chose to commit suicide at the end of the battle.
They did not want to be turned into ashes by the players' swords, so they chose to commit suicide at the last second.
Li Mu even saw the chief priest of the half-beastmen, the old priest who had fought a bloody battle.
He was barely human, and his flesh was badly mangled.
Only his eyes were wide open as he stared at the sky. There seemed to be a trace of anger and determination in his eyes.
Even in death, he held his weapon tightly in his hand.
At this moment, for some reason, Li Mu suddenly thought of the chief priest of the Grotto Tribe, Ju Shan …
He sighed softly and put away the chief priest's weapon and robe with ease. Then, he chanted a spell and released a flame to completely cremate the chief priest's body …
The background music in the Battlefield Channel had been temporarily turned off, and only the background music of the Desert of Death that came with the game was playing slowly.
It was a kind of music that was intertwined with the sound of bagpipes and ethereal female voices. When people listened to it, they would unconsciously see the scene of a lonely sunset and the yellow sand of the desert …
At this moment, when the music entered his ears, Li Mu felt a sense of vicissitudes of life, as if history was reincarnated.
In the sky, the dark clouds had dispersed.
The sun was already setting in the west, emitting a golden luster.
A rainbow light sprinkled from the horizon, illuminating the hazy rainy sky with a rainbow-colored afterglow …
The loud laughter and fighting of the players could be heard from afar. From time to time, a few loud dragon roars could be heard, as well as the cries of the half-beastmen who survived …
Li Mu retracted his gaze, and his expression became more emotional.
"This is war …"
He sighed softly.
There was no right or wrong in war.
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