He slept so well, with a curved smile on his lips, breathing like a slight sigh of leaves, and his smooth face turned red.

The surrounding woods became quiet, and in the silence, she could hear the sound of the army.

Although the distance was far, it was approaching quickly. The sound of horses galloping, guns, swords and armor attacked, the soldiers muttered to themselves, and laughter and scolding rose and fell.

The orcs also began to march.

The anxious soldiers quickly packed up the tents that had lived for a long time.

In order to kill time to suppress the irritability, the weapons in their hands have been polished over and over again. Now these things are put in scabbards, or just carried on their backs, ready to taste the blood of the Cormier people.

And those armors dyed with red light by the rising sun and the painted oil paint were also worn.

The orc army began to advance.

They were like bloodthirsty beasts that were pulled hard by their masters, and different troops were fighting for a more advanced advantageous position.

The orc's "Great Sage" seemed to have expected this desire.

The Eight Orcs led their respective elite warriors to ride their huge black wolf through the troops.

Following them were orc drummers who were marching the rhythm of the marching.

Gradually, the expected chaos subsided temporarily.

All the troops also began to move in a consistent manner: the orcs were at the forefront, followed by ogres, then trolls, hill giants, and many weak slaves of the goblins and kobolds were scattered in various parts of the entire army.

The soldiers, like soldiers in the vast ocean, took steps under the rhythm of drum beats, and even the earth shook.

In past battles, these war drums once made Cormier's civilians frightened before they could see orcs appear.

The Cormiers almost think of orcs, they think of primitiveness and think that they are very civilized, so they feel complacent.

But, who is a dwarf who stays safe in the rock hall will understand the pleasure of being enjoyed by orcs to the fullest extent of their enemy's corpses?

Which proud and arrogant human could have the opportunity to experience losing in the desire to fight, and after a few minutes, he found himself standing on the corpse of an enemy, making a hoarse roar?

Which elf will taste the joy of listening to the echo of the soul in a real battle and fighting side by side with the soul of the ancestors?

No.

This is the orcs, this is their glory.

Some of them were barefoot, some wore shoes, some had hooves, and some had two big toes. When they marched, the earth surrendered to it.

Green, blue, brown, pale and pink skin or underneath the fur are tight muscles.

They shouted loudly, spears and swords, crossbows and blades, were always ready to unsheath the attack.

Thousands of strong soldiers, with the same purpose, gathered into a torrent and headed straight for Susal to the south.

Billions of years seem to have come and gone, and the sounds are getting louder and louder. Xisaiya heard more laughter and jokes, and someone issued orders, and the water was flying when crossing the stream.

A horse was humming, and a man was cursing.

Finally she saw him... Although she only looked at the bottom of the valley through the thin slits in the forest, she knew very well that it must be him.

Even at such a long distance, Brian's figure is still clearly visible.

As soon as he appeared, he disappeared and was once again covered by the bushes.

"Our large-scale action, according to the orcs' character, they would never stay honestly in the tent of mosquitoes and rotten stinking." Bethrina, the leader of the Moon Elf Ranger, was still so confident and confident. "Their 'Great Sage' would like us to go out of the city to fight them to the death."

Brian nodded slightly, carefully studied the map on the table, and said to the Earl of Silverhorn, "You attack them here with three hundred cavalry, and take the royal flag, and don't fight."

"When they chase after us, we will be there..." His hands kept moving on the small map, giving instructions, "Here, here, here...set up ambush waiting for them."

"here!"

The size of sixteen washbasins, burning with scorching flames, dragging the slender tail flames and falling from the sky.

"Boom!!!..."

The hot fireball exploded, and the violent impact accompanied by a loud bang made the earth tremble.

The open valley where the orc army gathered was ignited for a moment, just like the sun suddenly rose and set from the valley.

Countless orcs, ogres and trolls flew high into the sky in a violent impact, flying higher than the ignition of flames, and higher than everything the bystanders who were deeply shocked.

Countless enemies were blown to pieces, and wreckage was everywhere.

"here!"

The warm sunlight was torn apart by the shade and was ruthlessly thrown on the ground, covering the dark purple armor passing by, sparkling with a crystal clear orange luster.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

The war lord of Tampas, Oglas, led the three thousand purple dragon knights, and played a low and thick horn of revenge.

"Rumbling!..."

The sound of galloping horse hooves sounded, the sound of three thousand purple dragon knights trampling by, curious as heavy as thousands of troops, even the earth was trembling slightly.

The purple purple dragon flag was flying in the wind, and the heavy cavalry led by the war lords, with the momentum of a landslide, crashed straight down from the east side of the orc army and smashed into their flanks, as if notifying their army that all had entered the trap.

As the speed got faster and faster, they eventually turned into an unstoppable torrent of steel, tearing apart the formation of the orc army in an instant.

"here!"

The streams flow in the valley, winding through the cliffs, and the sun shines on the water.

"Bang!"

When a firework rose into the sky, the moment the ridge opposite exploded, more than 500 spellcasters, mainly war mages, poured out their magic and scrolls in one go.

In an instant, many spells such as frost, flames, lightning, and strong acids interwoven into the orcs' rear army, irritating a group of irritating arcane storms, blocking their retreat, as if telling them that they should never ignore the power of magic, otherwise your life will soon end with a gorgeous splendor.

The sound of magic is deafening, shocking, and never stops.

In the valley below, Xisia heard the orcs shouting loudly, screaming one after another, in chaos, trampling on each other, and countless casualties were injured.

As Brian said, one of their fatal weaknesses is: discipline!

In the chaos, the orc's horn and war drum sounded at the same time, hurried and sharp, as if shouting: Run! Run! Run!

"Road forward! Ruad forward!"

The commanders of the orc army hissed and shouted, shaking the valley.

Countless orcs swarmed towards the front of the valley like a tide.

"And here!"

The sound of the forest lingers in my ears.

A horn sounded, and the sound was soft and quiet, like a music.

This is the horn of the elves. At the order of Brian, the elves and archers hiding among the branches all sprinkled arrows.

Arrows flew out from the dim forest, drawing long and slow arcs.

They seemed to slowly glide in the air, and their arrow feathers swung lightly with the wind until the moment they hit, their speed and strength did not increase at all, but each arrow hit the target accurately, and the evil humanoid creatures fell down one after another, as if leaves falling on the sandy road, and like wheat swept by a sharp sickle.

The orcs ran quickly in the rain of arrows, roaring as they ran.

The elves' bows and arrows greeted them like hail, hundreds, thousands, and countless in an instant.

Many people fell to the ground by arrows, and their shouts turned into wail.

At this time, the second wave of attacks had fallen from the air, and the archers put the third arrow on the bowstring.

Immediately afterwards, the forest around the valley exhaled a breath that had been suppressed for a long time, and the entire valley was suddenly filled with continuous wailing sounds.

Sisia looked around and saw Cormier's soldiers raising their spears, taking off the soil and leaves that were used to cover the reflection, revealing the extremely sharp and cruel sword blades.

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When the rain of arrows fell again, the dwarves of the Jiandun clan took the lead in blowing the horn of revenge, and their voices were violent and intense.

The battle roster belonging to Susal came from right in front of the valley, and the sound was low and thick, full of mourning.

At the same time, Thunderstone Castle, Goliath Mountaineer, Mokou Town, Tivanton and other various rapid, thick, or passionate battle horns joined the chorus of this charge and launched a full-scale counterattack on the orc army.

Sisia stood quietly in the woods, motionless, surrounded by the Royal Mage, Kalena, Teresa and others.

They were on high ridges, but the woods almost completely obscured the war below.

Listening to the fierce battle below, her fingers began to be out of control and kept shaking, and her heart also jumped, and cold sweat kept oozing out of her palms.

Sure enough, she suddenly discovered it from the corner of her eyes.

Many large tribes such as ogres, trolls and hill giants who came to support the Storm Horn Mountains west of Susal are about to join this chaotic battle.

"Dong!Dong!Dong!Dong!Dong…"

The drums were getting closer and closer, sneaking under her skin, causing her whole body to tremble.

In an instant, the enemy had appeared in front of him, emerged from the top of the hills and poured into the battlefield below the valley in chaos.

At this moment, an oval portal with a diameter of about 5 meters was suddenly cut above the group of new forces.

From afar, she saw a group of mosquitoes and flies in her sight, circling and flying above the ogres, trolls and hill giants in amidst the buzzing sounds.

"Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang..."
To be continued...