No matter what kind of symbol the orcs had become, as an intelligent race, after countless years of baptism, they had cultivated their own fighting style. The first to attack were teams of elite orc warriors. They rode on Gale Wolves and brandished machetes and clubs. They broke out of the battle formation like sharp nails without any mercy. They charged directly at the elves who were caught off guard. They only had one goal, to penetrate through! To penetrate the enemy's back!
Following behind them were countless Orcs with relatively simple equipment. Although they weren't very strong, they had a huge number of them. They were densely packed together and slowly but firmly pushed forward. They were unstoppable.
There were countless thunderbirds hovering in the sky, and lightning constantly poured down, blasting the elven camp full of holes. The thunderbirds' lightning was extremely fast, and every lightning bolt could easily hit an elf. As for the consequences, it all depended on the strength of the elf.
This orc army was attacking the core of the elves, where the United Senate was located. The ones responsible for the defense here were Prudence's personal guards, the most elite Silver Pegasus Legion of the Emerald Tribe, and a large number of tree demons. The Beastmen's attack was met with strong resistance. The Gale Wolf Warriors' attack was blocked by the Tree of Life. Countless vines stretched out and danced wildly, making it difficult for the Beastmen to move forward. Even if a small team could forcefully destroy the vines and break through the Tree Demons' blockade, they would immediately be surrounded by thousands of silver pegasus warriors.
There was also a large number of elves hiding behind the vines, shooting arrows after arrows. What the orcs could have was completely dependent on their status, and status was linked to strength. The weaker orc warriors had almost no armor to protect themselves. Even if they released the berserk state, they could not resist the attacks of the elves. In the first round of confrontation, the elves' losses were very small. Most of them were killed by the thunderbirds, but thousands of orc warriors had already fallen in a pool of blood.
But the orcs were not afraid. They rushed forward, and just as the battle gradually became white-hot, a few huge black shadows flew over from afar, and a strong dragon's aura instantly shrouded the whole battlefield.
Dragon City had sent out more than 20 giant dragons to support the elves. After Maxwell was killed, Dragon City withdrew most of the giant dragons, but there were still five or six left. After receiving the warning that the elves were under attack, they had the obligation to protect the elves.
The dragon appeared in the sky, and the situation of the battle immediately began to reverse. In this world, all living things were just a bunch of ants. Only by grasping power, a high-end power, could one be the true ruler!
The flock of thunderbirds began to panic. Only a few daring thunderbirds took the initiative to attack the dragon, while most of them flew in all directions in panic.
Dragons were a race that had reached a perfect balance between offense and defense. They had powerful magic resistance. If they could evolve into Gold Dragons, they would be able to ignore most magic. Only Forbidden Spells could harm them. As for Black Dragons, they were even more terrifying than Gold Dragons. They had unparalleled magic resistance. Even if they wandered within the range of Forbidden Spells, they would at most suffer some superficial wounds.
It was reasonable to say that if thousands of thunderbirds released lightning at the same time, the total attack power would be enough to kill a top powerhouse. But there were no absolutes in the world. The magic defense of the giant dragons made the power of lightning insignificant. Thousands of insignificant lightning bolts added together, and the attack power was still very limited.
Although they did not care about the damage from the lightning, seeing the inferior daemons attacking them so wantonly, it aroused the wrath of several giant dragons. One of the giant dragons quickly spread its wings and flew hundreds of meters away in the blink of an eye, approaching the provoking thunderbirds. Then, a wave of fire that was hundreds of meters long shot out, sweeping across the sky with an unstoppable force, illuminating the dark night. More than twenty thunderbirds did not even have the time to let out a cry before they turned into ashes that scattered in the air.
The other giant dragons began to dive toward the ground. The formation of the orcs was too dense. Not only did they have no space to escape, but they also maximized the damage of the dragon's breath. Waves of dragon's breath swept through the orc crowd, sweeping out a blank area. Those who were hit by the dragon's breath, whether orc warriors or wind wolves, were turned into ashes in an instant, just like the thunderbirds.
Several giant dragons stopped diving and pulled themselves up into the air, letting out proud roars. At the same time, all the orcs seemed to have heard the command and all released their berserk state. They had to resist the influence of the dragon's aura. Otherwise, it would not take long for the entire battle formation to collapse.
Several giant dragons circled half a circle. After a short rest, they had recovered the ability to release dragon's breath. Then, they began to dive for the second time. The elves who had been hiding in the protection of the Tree of Life began to gather together, ready to launch a counterattack.
Dragon's breath bloomed again. The giant dragons flapped their wings and flew forward quickly while trying to maintain the dragon's breath. Suddenly, the giant dragon flying at the front felt a sense of danger. He involuntarily stopped the dragon's breath and looked forward. Then, with a roar, he flapped his wings desperately and shot diagonally into the air.
The other two giant dragons heard the warning of their companions and followed suit. In the distance, a few giant gorilla-like monsters were rushing toward them. Their footsteps were so unscrupulous. Some orcs could not dodge in time and were trampled into meat paste. Seeing this scene, the orcs did not mourn for their companions. Instead, they let out a deafening roar. The Behemoth had finally appeared. This proved that their king was behind them.
The charging speed of the Behemoth was extremely fast. Every step they took could cover more than 20 meters. In the blink of an eye, they were close to the center of the battle formation. Then, like cannonballs, they shot into the air and pounced on the giant dragons.
However, the giant dragons had wings, so they had the upper hand in terms of movement space. The other two giant dragons had already escaped the attack range of the Behemoth. Only one of the giant dragons was a little slower. The Behemoth scratched its abdomen, and blood immediately poured out like a torrential downpour. The giant dragon howled in pain, and its body couldn't help but roll a few times in the air. However, it quickly regained its balance and desperately rose to the sky.
Most of the Behemoth missed. Their bodies drew a long trajectory and smashed into the vines of the Tree of Life. In an instant, they were tightly wrapped by the vines.
Living vines could trap the orcs. However, it was almost impossible to trap the Behemoth, which was known as the king of the land. A few Behemoth swung their bodies casually and the countless vines were forcibly torn apart. With a gentle wave of their claws, the tough Treants that gave the orc warriors a headache were easily torn into pieces. Then, the Behemoth rushed toward the elves who had just finished gathering.
Every Behemoth was wearing a red eye patch. It looked particularly ferocious. The eyes were the only flaw of the Behemoth. There were many strong archers among the elves. It was not difficult to shoot the Behemoth's eyes. Although the arrows were pitifully small compared to the eyes of the Behemoth, no matter what kind of creature it was, it would always be uncomfortable to have a thorn in the eye. It could even cause blindness.
The defensive line that the elves relied on to protect themselves collapsed under the attack of the Behemoth. The Silver Pegasus Legion of the Emerald Tribe was also in chaos. They did not need to wait for orders. They would not listen to anyone's orders. The elves controlled the silver pegasus and rushed to escape into the distance. Everyone knew the fighting power of the Behemoth. Not to mention that there were so many Behemoth, just two or three of them could turn their entire legion into pieces of flesh. This was an irresistible force.
The three giant dragon heads on top of their heads flew into the distance without looking back. Their pride, dignity, and so on had become meaningless at this moment. Only their own lives were worth cherishing. Although the dragons had the upper hand in the battle between the dragons and the behemoths, this was only relative to the superior dragons. The green dragons were still unable to release magic, and their main method of attack was to breathe dragon breath. Their dragon breath could burn the behemoths, and the behemoths could also attack them. If they continued to fight, it would undoubtedly mean death.
The orc warriors let out an earth-shattering roar as they rushed into the hole that the Behemoth had made. The large flock of thunderbirds also regained their courage as they flew all over the sky, chasing after the fleeing elves. With the addition of the Behemoth, the situation of the battle was once again reversed.
Han Jin quietly appeared in the battle formation of the orcs. He did not care about the powerful Behemoth, but the large group of thunderbirds flying above his head gave him a headache. As the saying goes, everything has its vanquisher. His Three True Fire could cause fatal damage to the Behemoth with poor magic defense, and the lightning launched by the thunderbird group was also a threat to him. Therefore, Han Jin's first choice was to find the Shamans.
At this moment, Han Jin did not realize how painful his decision would be for Forsa. There were hundreds of ignorant Shamans standing around him!
Forsa also did not realize that the trouble that once caused Zagunéd, Alquete, and other strong men had come to him. Han Jin could sneak into any area, kill, and then retreat calmly. However, Han Jin's enemies could not do that. Even if Forsa was strong, he could not sneak into the Holy Crown City alone!
Forsa had made a plan for the future. He was ready to form an alliance with the Holy Crown City first. He also believed that the Holy Crown City, which had been facing a great threat, would be happy to form an alliance with him. After the elves were eliminated, it would not be too late to deal with the Holy Crown City.
"Human?!" A Shaman saw Han Jin and could not help but exclaim.
Han Jin flipped his wrist, and a budding red lotus appeared in his hand. Tens of thousands of rays of light appeared out of nowhere and soared into the sky. Then, Han Jin said in a tone that sounded like a sigh, "Red Lotus … Bloom!"
With Han Jin's chanting, the red lotus suddenly bloomed. Countless petals floated away and flew in all directions. And those petals kept splitting as they fluttered. One petal turned into two petals, two petals turned into four petals. In the blink of an eye, the area within a kilometer around Han Jin had become a world of flowers!
Every single petal was emitting a dense multicolored light that was incomparably beautiful and beautiful to the extreme. They chased and danced about, causing one to be dazzled and lose one's mind. All the creatures who saw the petals, whether orc warriors or Gale Wolves, including the Shamans, woke up from the state of excitement. At this moment, their souls became extraordinarily quiet. Then, an indescribable joy ignited in their hearts. What joy was there in life? What fear was there in death? At this moment, they had forgotten their past, present and future. They just wanted to accept a kind of eternity with all of themselves!
All the Shamans stood there like wooden sticks. Some of them were giggling foolishly, while others kept turning their heads left and right, greedily admiring the shower of petals. Some even opened their arms as if they wanted to embrace something. However, their bodies were not as happy as they imagined. Soon, wisps of smoke spread out from the shower of petals. As their bodies dissipated, the Shamans could no longer stand. One by one, they fell to the ground. But before their bodies could touch the ground, they had completely turned into smoke and disappeared without a trace. Their entire lives did not even leave behind a single trace of their existence.
Outside the range of the [Red Lotus Hellfire], groups of Beastman warriors seemed to have received an unknown summons as they slowly and mechanically walked towards Petal Shower. They had extremely satisfied and blissful smiles on their faces. Even the large flock of Thunderbirds, who had lost their mental control, began to descend after a brief moment of panic. However, they did not fly very far, at most a few dozen meters, before disappearing one after another.
Suddenly, a deafening roar came from afar. Many of the orc warriors who were in a state of infatuation woke up from a dream. They turned around and saw their companions mysteriously disappear in the dancing petals. They could not help but retreat in horror. Unfortunately, that roar could only stop the orc warriors from flying into the flames like moths to a flame. It could not reduce the power of the red lotus. Hundreds of shamans and nearly a thousand orc warriors had completely turned into dust in this world.
No matter how beautiful a magic spell was, it would eventually dissipate. The colorful glow on the petals dimmed and disappeared into the wind. Within a radius of nearly a thousand meters, only Han Jin was left standing there alone. The shamans in this orc army had been rewritten to zero. Nearly half of the circling thunderbirds had also disappeared. They spread their wings and let out dazed cries before flying off into the distance. This was because this was not their battle.
Han Jin suddenly took a step forward and walked forward. The orc warriors in front of him could not help but take a step back. When Han Jin took a second step, the orc warriors had already taken five or six steps back. The rear half of the battle formation showed signs of collapsing. No matter how much Berserk Transformation they unleashed, they could not resist the fear that rose from the bottom of their hearts.
A orc leader stepped out from the crowd, holding a shiny scimitar tightly in his hand. He slowly approached Han Jin. His steps were very careful and even tentative as he walked forward. His eyes were locked onto Han Jin.
"Who are you?!" The orc leader said word by word.
Han Jin frowned and glanced sideways to the east. Without saying anything, his figure quickly disappeared into the ground. The orc leader took a deep breath. He finally understood who the enemy was. Burrowing into the ground had become Han Jin's signature move.
When Julia finally arrived at the elven camp in Wild Willow City and saw Lydia, she had just passed on Han Jin's message to Lydia. The orcs had already launched their attack. Forza completely turned hostile too quickly. Although Gao Bin was already vigilant, he did not have time to prepare accordingly. He did not even have time to go to Great Elder Ampdur for the last time. He could already see the ugly and excited faces of the orcs.
Lydia couldn't find Gao Bin, but she was also a commander who had experienced hundreds of battles. At least she could immediately realize the current situation. Unlike the other elves who were tenaciously resisting, the first order she, who had always been known as' crazy, 'was actually an order to retreat.
However, Lydia had been excluded from the center of power for a long time. The elves of Wild Willow City had their own commanders, and the commanders refused to obey Lydia's orders. But now, Lydia was no longer alone. She invited all the tribal leaders for a meeting, but it was only halfway through. She had just forcibly suppressed the emotions of the tribal leaders when Julia arrived at the camp. She knew that Julia had been staying with Han Jin, so she had to see her no matter what. As a result, when she figured out Julia's intentions, the war had already broken out.
Therefore, all the chiefs stood firmly on Lydia's side. Those who were against Lydia before had a 180-degree change in attitude. If they were given a chance to capture the elders of their own tribes, they wouldn't hesitate anymore. However, the war had already broken out. They couldn't return to their own camps and could only stay here. Lydia, who had seen through the evil intentions of the orcs, had undoubtedly become their savior in their hearts.
With the help of the tribal leaders, Lydia easily deprived the senior commanders of their power and killed a few of them herself. The rest were all imprisoned. Although the experience of the commanders was very precious in this war-torn era, Lydia did not care much about it. If she wanted to change her fate, all the elves must unite under the same banner. Those who were dissatisfied and opposed would only become the root of the elves' disaster.
Lydia only left a small number of elves to try their best to stop the attack of the orcs. The rest of the elves left the camp and moved in the opposite direction. Unfortunately, what Forza wanted was to annihilate the elves' strength, not the gains and losses of a city. Forza divided all the orcs into three teams. One team destroyed the command center of the elves, and the other two teams besieged two relatively powerful elven tribes. Wild Willow City was one of them.
Lydia and her team had only made it a dozen miles away when hundreds of thousand-pound boulders came whistling towards them. All the elves gasped. They tried their best to dodge the boulders with the speed of their silver pegasi, but the boulders were shaped in a regular pattern. They rolled left and right after they hit the ground, and every time they rolled, several elves would be squashed into a puddle of blood and flesh.
(I didn't expect to cause such a big controversy. I feel that even if we argue for a few years, we won't get any results. Forget it. Actually, the main point I'm talking about is a kind of reincarnation. For a very long time, I couldn't understand why this nation that was plagued with disasters would always choose an extremely extreme method that was close to self-destruction in order to be reborn. Every time there was a change of dynasty, it was a cycle of destruction. Countless people would use up all their blood, and there would be very little social resources left. Then, they would develop again and be destroyed again. As for technology, I want to ask, since ancient times, where did the best talents of China gather? Of course, it's to become an official, because being an official is the most profitable job. These people don't have the energy to do anything else. They spend their lives scheming and working hard. What they think about is how to become an official, how to become a successful official, how to become an official with more and more achievements. Don't you think it's a waste of talent? Also, what I want to say is that we can go higher and further. We can be stronger and better. Why can't we do it? The Four Great Inventions are great, but I hope that everyone can see other things as well. For example, Nobel's selflessness, Edison's diligence, Einstein's wisdom, Watt's hard work, Bruno's tenacity, and so on. I saw someone say, "Why do young people nowadays worship foreign things? Well, since you said that I'm a young person, then I'll call you uncle. This is a bad habit of yours. Really, really bad." For thousands of years, many people liked to wave the moral stick around, putting a label or a hat on people, and then smashing them with the stick. I think there are two reasons for this. First, it's easy to save energy, and you can defeat your opponent without any arguments. Second, it's to establish your own noble and imposing image. However, this habit or habit is very bad! Let me give you a sentence that seems to have appeared in Qianlong's era. I don't agree with every word you say, but I swear to defend your right to speak. Let me add that the person who said those words should be Voltaire. If this person was placed in any dynasty in China, he wouldn't have lived for long, and his entire family would have been exterminated. However, he was able to become the teacher of many European kings and was widely respected. This was the difference between cultures. Forget it. This question is meaningless. The inertia of culture is very strong. I don't want to be a praying mantis blocking a car, and I don't have the qualifications. I just want to live well. So, I won't respond anymore. I won't read the book reviews these days.)
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