The crisp and pleasant sound of glass shattering suddenly rose, and a sea of ​​hot fire rose from this humanoid biological force.

The sound of wailing, the sound of pain, the sound of cursing, and the sound of trampling on each other... made the already chaotic army even more like ants on a hot pan, making a mess.

The most painful thing in the sea of ​​fire is the trolls. Their rubber-like skin is facing the scorching flames that are like maggots attached to bones, and they have no power to resist.

Spells flashed with spells.

Large mechanical puppets, like steel rocks, smashed into this group of chaotic enemies.

A constituent torrent composed of various mechanical puppets such as the Crusher, the Hammerer, the Shield Guardian, and even gargoyles and a few steel golems, stirring up steel storms with skull shattering and flesh splattering among the ogres, trolls and hill giants.

"roar!……"

The terrifying dragon roar came from the sky and ravaged the entire battlefield in an instant, causing soldiers on the battlefield, regardless of the enemy or our side to tremble and fear appeared in their eyes.

A howling wind hit.

A huge figure swept down from the sky, but this was just the beginning. When the first huge green dragon appeared, two adult green dragons appeared immediately.

The dragon wings rolled up the wind, sand and blood rain in the sky, and the terrible pressure enveloped all the ordinary things on the ground.

The ancient green dragon in the lead spreads its dragon wings like a huge shadow.

The figure of the three-headed dragon flew past the Cormier Army formation in an instant, and the terrifying dragon breath was born in the army's square formation, clearing out lines of death like plowing the ground.

The sound of the dragon roar seemed to penetrate Shisaiya directly. She found herself trembling all over, her heart seemed to be tightly grabbed and could not breathe.

She couldn't help but start praying for the Cormier warriors fighting below, because it was a kind of horror, horror, and death.

"Dong!Dong!Dong!Dong!Dong…"

The ancient sacrificial war drum sounded, and groups of orcs had their eyes red, their heads raised and roared into a violent state, launching a crazy attack.

These orcs, who were like mad, rushed towards the half-moon gun formation formed by rows of enemy troops without hesitation, like steel hedgehogs with thorns on both sides.

The new moon is in the sky, sharp and thin as a knife, time passes like water, day shortens, and night grows.

In this battle, the sun could not shine on the valley below, and the moonlight was not the same as it, and even the stars seemed to have become indifferent spectators.

Although the night that had already arrived could not be allowed to see the battlefield, it could at least allow her to hear the whole process.

The echoes in the valley were turbulent, the crackling of the broken spear, the sound of swords and swords, the roar of dragons, the roar of magic, and countless hissing shouts and prayers.

When she realized that it was useless to open her eyes, she closed her eyes and listened intently.

She heard horse hooves running, iron boots splashing shallow water, swords slashing the oak shield, friction of steel collisions, fireballs exploded, lightning leaping, bows and arrows roaring, war drums thunder, countless war horses and wolves screamed at the same time.

The valley seemed to disturb hearing, and once, she seemed to hear Brian's voice, as clear as if he was standing beside him and shouted, "Agotus! Agotus!"

Then, she heard the roar of the red dragon, and her sharp teeth tear the flesh, and the other giant dragon let out a painful howl with fear.

It is hard for her to tell how many dragons were involved in this battle.

A few rays of red dawn emerge from the east, and dawn emerges from dawn.

The distant sky condensed into a colorful pond, and a dark purple light pillar pierced into the misty valley like a sharp sword.

Accompanied by a deafening wail, the sound gradually weakened and finally calmed down.

The first cavalry crossed the jungle and appeared in Chisia's sight.

He did not wear armor, but only a piece of ordinary clothes stained with mud and blood, undoubtedly to save some effort on the horses beneath him.

But even so, the horse was already out of breath and foaming at the mouth when it arrived.

The Purple Dragon Knights hurriedly supported the trembling warrior. He was almost about to fall off his horse, and the mount under him seemed to be on the verge of collapse.

The knights helped him down as gently as possible.

At this time, his cloak fell aside, and everyone realized that all the blood belonged to the dark-haired and bearded warrior.

He struggled and said, "We... have already..."

Before he finished speaking, he sniffed.

Not long after, Shisiaya saw Bryan and her group appear in her sight.

He rode a maroon war horse that he found from somewhere, pale and tired. He held the reins with his right hand and his left arm drooped weakly, but he seemed to be safe and sound.

This made her breathless.

When he walked in, she realized that his cloak and coat were covered with solidified black blood, and his drooping left arm was still oozing smelly pus and blood.

"It's nothing big, it's just a shaman who is infected with the disease." Brian shook his arm and gasped in the air. "At worst, cut it down and grow it again."

He turned over and dismounted and almost fell to the ground. The priest Kalena, who was beside him, quickly supported him, released his magical skills, and treated his wounds.

After a while, a large group of people followed.

Although she had long expected that casualties would not be avoided on the battlefield, she still felt a little difficult to accept when she learned about the detailed battle damage.

Because there were too many people who were left in the valley where the orcs were fighting the decisive battle.

The Moon Elf Ranger Commander Bethrina Yongar, the legion commander of the Shield Dwarf, Baronde Slitting Stone, the Paladin leader of the Arm Armor Cult, Moglan, the spiritual leader of Goliath, the soul shaman...

The war lord Auglas bit off one arm by the green dragon, and the supreme commander of the East Realm lost his two sons...

Even if she learned from Brian that only one of the Eight Orcs Demons died, the legendary Orc Sword Saint of the Warblade clan died in battle, and the two adult green dragons brought by the ancient dragon were killed, she still couldn't hide her sadness.

"Although we won the battle to defend Susar."

Brian said calmly, "But not the entire war, as long as the orcs' 'Great Sage' dies for a day, they will make a comeback one day."
Chapter completed!