The battle between the orc warlord and the rock demon leader was terminated. Although the winner was not decided on the spot, if the fight continued like this, the result page could be foreseen.
"Damn Overseer, I will tell the king what you did today. I hope you will be as arrogant as you are now!"
Esteno left after saying a harsh word.
It is the wise man of the Rock Demon Clan. Although it is also reckless, it is not stupid. When it knows that it cannot deal with the opponent, it will not stay and continue to fight hard.
The opponent's resignation made the surrounding orcs even more excited for a moment, and they all cheered loudly for their victory, as if they had just won a battle.
Some of the brave guys even took advantage of the stone giant to run over and urinate as an insult.
It's just that their actions are basically playing the lute to a cow, and the Rock Demon Clan cannot understand the meaning of this behavior at all.
Even if they could understand, they couldn't notice what the group of little ants under their feet were doing.
There were even a few unlucky ones who got too close and were trampled to death by the leader of the rock demon, turning them into pulp.
"A bunch of idiots! Aren't you embarrassed enough? Get back here!"
Ogtanlong did not give these orcs a good look at all, and immediately brought the situation under control with a roar.
He clenched his fist and felt the surging power in his body. He secretly thought in his heart that the thing given by the Beast King was too powerful, allowing him to defeat an eighth-level strongman so easily.
Now, he is more confident about tomorrow's battle. He feels that he has the strength to challenge the ninth-level powerhouse.
"Greg! Are you sure the weather will be like you said tomorrow?"
Ogtanlong looked beyond the crowd and looked at an orc standing on the hill.
The orc was quite thin compared to the others. He wore a hat made of beast fur, and various strange animal skulls hung around his waist.
This man has been standing here since the beginning, as if he had been forgotten by the orcs around him.
In other words, those orcs were deliberately avoiding him and were unwilling to stand near him.
This orc is none other than the eighth-level powerhouse of the orc tribe, the great shaman Greg.
At this moment, after hearing the culture of Ogtanlong in the distance, Greg raised his half-lowered head and looked at the other party with slightly squinted eyes.
"Ogtanlon, this is the fifth time you have asked this question. I don't want it to happen again! I promise you in the name of the God of Nature that tomorrow will be sunny."
After getting the answer he wanted, Ogtanlong suddenly lost the last trace of worry on his face and laughed heartily.
"Hahaha! Okay! I will use that thing to help me when the time comes, and show those high-ranking ninth-level people what real power is!!"
He was not angry because of Greg's warning. The only person he could fear in public in this camp was the great shaman.
"snort……"
Greg made a low sound from his nose, then ignored him and turned around and left the hill.
…
That night, just before midnight.
The top of Kuhan City is still brightly lit.
Soldiers held torches and spears and stood guard above the gate of the kingdom, always alert for possible attacks from the orcs.
In the sky, groups of griffin knights were also patrolling back and forth.
Through high-altitude vision, they can clearly capture most of the movements in the city and rush to the scene as soon as an abnormality occurs.
Now is a special period of war. Everyone is confined to their own homes and is not allowed to go out at will.
Especially at this time of midnight, even the chirping of animals on the streets can hardly be heard, and the chilling atmosphere seems to have penetrated into every corner of the city.
But at such a time, all the soldiers in the city came out of the camp and gathered at the south city gate, standing on both sides, as if they were preparing to hold some kind of welcome ceremony.
Zhang Xiaoman was also alarmed by such movement, and came to the city gate with McCarvey and Regina.
"Your Majesty the Saint!"
The surrounding soldiers immediately bowed and saluted when they saw them, with expressions of reverence on their faces.
Now, everyone already knows the identities of these three people, and also understands their strength.
Holy steps!
These are three powerful saints!
No one thought that they would fight side by side with a saint-level being in their lifetime.
Although saying this may sound like putting gold on one's face, it is indeed the case. In a sense, they have indeed fought on the same battlefield as such a being.
The appearance of the three saints made all the defenders of Kuhan City extremely excited, their morale was unprecedentedly high, and they almost had the urge to open the city gates and fight those orcs.
Now, the original precarious situation no longer exists. Everyone is full of information and believes that this war is absolutely impossible to lose.
Not only that, they even learned even more exciting news.
That is, tonight, the combined forces of the dwarves and elves will arrive. At that time, the dwarf king Yohad and the elf archdruid Akatus will also come in person.
Two more saints! !
By this time, this group of human soldiers no longer knew what expressions to show.
Five holy orders!
A full five saints gathered in Kuhan City!
They even feel like they are still dreaming.
This is... a rhythm that summons all the saints from all over the continent! !
At this moment, no matter who it was, everyone had an unreal feeling when they learned about Dustin Watts, the commander of the army who had gone to Kuhan City, and the ordinary soldiers who had gone down to the city.
They even began to feel a little sympathy for the orcs.
Five saints, how virtuous and capable is that orc to be able to bear this honor?
What is lying to win? This is called lying to win.
The defenders seemed to have foreseen the development of the next war.
No matter how many orcs there are, they can't possibly deal with so many saints!
Standing beside Chengmen in the middle of the night, although the soldiers felt a little bit of coldness, their hearts were extremely hot.
Suddenly, the earth began to tremble slightly, and a light shone at the end of the road in the distance.
Immediately afterwards, more and more lights appeared in front of everyone's eyes. An archer directly activated the Eagle Eye Technique and immediately saw the situation there.
"It's the dwarves! It's the army of dwarves!!"
"Wait! The elves are here too! They are here together!"
The cheers of the sentries came from the top of the city, and they seemed extremely excited.
"唷!!"
In the sky, the sound of an eagle sounded, and nearly a thousand griffons flew over in a neat formation, carrying the two dwarf knights on their backs.
This is the gryphon knight of the dwarf tribe!
Like the human race, the dwarves also have gryphon knights, and even in terms of combat effectiveness, they are even more powerful than the human race.
After all, the origin of magical beasts like griffins is in the territory of the dwarves, and they were the first to tame this magical beast and bring it to their human allies.
On the other side, flying along with the griffins was a group of hippogryphs. This kind of monster was the mount that McAvey and Regina were riding at that time.
They are produced in the eternal forest of the elves. Although they are small in size, they possess the melee fighting ability of Cambiasaurus and are one of the overlords in the air.
Obviously, these hippogryphs were brought by the elves.
Compared to the mighty dwarf griffin army, the number of hippogryph knights is obviously much smaller. The total number is probably only 200 people.
But behind the group of hippogryphs, seven huge figures with flapping wings slowly emerged. In terms of size, they were not inferior to the human Feng Peng in the slightest.
"Chimera!"
Some people couldn't help but exclaim.
No wonder they were so surprised, because what was in front of everyone was one of the strongest combat powers of the elves, the magical beast Chimera with the blood of the sub-dragon.
The appearance of this creature is somewhat similar to that of a dragon, but they have purple feathers on their bodies, making them very easy to identify.
"The elves actually brought seven-headed chimera! The orcs are finished!"
Among the crowd, a veteran couldn't help but sigh as he looked at the figure covering the sky and the moon.
Beside him, a young-looking recruit showed curious eyes and asked:
"Jacques, are those chimeras powerful? Why do you say that?"
The veteran turned his head and glanced at him, looked at him for a moment with the expression "You don't even know this", and then said:
"Tosin, you don't even know about Chimera, right? This is a famous eighth-level creature!"
"Uh... this... I've heard of Chimera, but what's so great about them?"
"Haha, you've asked the right person!"
The veteran smiled proudly, and then revealed a hint of memory:
"I remember when I was fighting against the damn Ursines in the Kangal Mountains, I witnessed the Chimera take action with my own eyes! At that time, it simply breathed lightning and wiped out more than 300 Ursines!"
"You know, although their strength is not as good as that of ninth-level saints, the damage they can cause on the battlefield is absolutely terrifying!"
"Chimera has the ability to summon lightning in a large area. It can be said that there is no grass in its path! Don't blame me for not warning you. If you see them on the battlefield, don't hesitate and retreat quickly. ! There will be no supervisors to take care of you!"
"Is this so..."
With a "gudong" sound, the recruit swallowed his saliva. When he thought of what the elder brother said, he couldn't help but feel fear and anticipation in his heart.
"Hahaha, those guys from the orc tribe are probably going to be doomed this time. With such a strong lineup here, we can scare those beasts to death just by being scared!"
There was longing on the veteran's face. He couldn't wait to see the scene where the orcs were annihilated.
"Yes! In this way, my mother's revenge can be avenged! Those damn orcs! I must kill a few of them with my own hands! Use their blood to pay tribute to my relatives!"
"..."
While the two were talking, the army over there had slowly arrived outside the city gate.
The relationship between the dwarves and humans has always been relatively harmonious. This time they came to help and they did their best. Almost all the warriors from the clan came.
Of course, this is the view of ordinary soldiers who do not know the truth.
Zhang Xiaoman knew very well that this had nothing to do with the relationship between the races. This was a real disaster. If it hadn't come, they wouldn't have been able to survive alone.
Therefore, not only the dwarves, not just the elves, but even the dragons from as far away as Dragon Island will come to help, and even the undead tribe who have been hiding in the abyss will come.
Outside the city gate, the dwarf troops did not come in immediately. Instead, they opened two roads to let a tall and luxurious golden chariot from behind pass through first.
On the chariot, a sturdy dwarf wearing golden armor was standing fiercely. He clenched his fists and felt the surging power in his body. He secretly thought in his heart that the thing given by the Beast King was too powerful, making him so relaxed. He defeated an eighth level strong man.
Now, he is more confident about tomorrow's battle. He feels that he has the strength to challenge the ninth-level powerhouse.
"Greg! Are you sure the weather will be like you said tomorrow?"
Ogtanlong looked beyond the crowd and looked at an orc standing on the hill.
The orc was quite thin compared to the others. He wore a hat made of beast fur, and various strange animal skulls hung on his waist.
This man has been standing here since the beginning, as if he had been forgotten by the orcs around him.
In other words, those orcs were deliberately avoiding him and were unwilling to stand near him.
This orc is none other than the eighth-level powerhouse of the orc tribe, the great shaman Greg.
At this moment, after hearing the culture of Ogtanlong in the distance, Greg raised his half-bowed head and looked at the other party with slightly squinted eyes.
"Ogtanlon, this is the fifth time you have asked this question. I don't want it to happen again! I promise you in the name of the God of Nature that tomorrow will be sunny."
After getting the answer he wanted, Ogtanlon suddenly lost the last trace of worry on his face and laughed heartily.
"Hahaha! Okay! I will use that thing to help me when the time comes, and show those high-ranking ninth-level people what real power is!!"
He was not angry because of Greg's warning. The only person he could fear in public in this camp was the great shaman.
"snort……"
Greg made a low sound from his nose, then ignored him and turned around and left the hill.
…
That night, just before midnight.
The top of Kuhan City is still brightly lit.
Soldiers held torches and spears and stood guard above the gate of the kingdom, always alert for possible attacks from the orcs.
In the sky, groups of griffin knights were also patrolling back and forth.
Through high-altitude vision, they can clearly capture most of the movements in the city and rush to the scene as soon as an abnormality occurs.
