They've already killed it.

They have never had any contact with players.

After killing four waves, they thought the player was a group of soft persimmons.

In their hearts.

An ordinary orc warrior can easily deal with hundreds of players!

So what should I do if there are not enough supplies for artillery, heavy arrows, and catapults?

Of course, it's a head-on battle.

Damn it.

The time is to grab the head.

When the players charge, they basically only encounter sparse arrows.

As they were less than 2,000 meters away from the military fortress, all the fortresses rushed out of an army of 80,000 orcs.

To destroy these chosen ones in one fell swoop...

However……

Things have become a little different...

Because when the two sides handed over in close combat.

The one-sided player is not the one who is not.

But the orc who was originally arrogant.

"Retreat, retreat, retreat!!!" the orc commanders yelled wildly.

pity.

It's too late.

It's too late to do anything...

The orcs who kill red-eyed don't believe that the Chosen will become so strong, they think this is all an illusion!

An illusion!!!
Chapter completed!