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The orc's wolf cavalry starts very quickly. It does not require the war horse to speed up for at least one mile. A hundred meters is enough to complete the acceleration.
When the wolf cavalry entered the battlefield, the timing was just when Carlos' cavalry was unable to attack and dismounted to fight.
Although there were less than a hundred wargs, the humans chopped and bitten the wolves, easily cutting through the middle of the battle line, and the dominant humans were cut in half by the orcs.
Misfortunes never come singly. Although most of the red dragons in the sky who were enslaved by the Dragonmaw clan were fighting at the rear, three red dragons still came to support Biao Mumu and Yeshi's vanguard.
"Uncle Brick, go deal with those big reptiles!" Carlos roared, trying to re-open the front line blocked by the orcs.
But Bummu and Yeshi hit him hard with an axe, forcing Carlos to draw his attention back to the battle around him.
"Where are you looking, kid." Biaomumu Yeshi's human lingua franca was very rough, but Carlos could still understand it.
Compared with the outstanding stature and strength of Kalos in the human kingdom, they are only evenly matched with Bakimu and Noshi.
Although Carlos had the upper hand in terms of armor, Phimaki Noshi's rich experience and desperate fighting style brought the battle back to the starting point.
Hell, the orcs were driving away the section of Alliance soldiers that had been separated.
The range radius of [Heroic Glory] is only 500 yards. Any further away and the morale of some soldiers will collapse. Carlos was anxious and helpless. The enemy in front of him could not tolerate any more distractions.
Master Fang Zhuan, who was wandering on the edge of the battlefield, saw three circling red dragons.
The criss-crossing battlefield situation made the dragon-controlling knight not sure how to attack, and Uncle Fang Brick, with his fluttering robe on the side, became a conspicuous target.
"You are asking for your own death!"
Uncle Fang took out a piece of red hao stone, injected magic power into it, and the red hao stone emitted a dazzling light.
The light turned from red to white, Uncle Fang's staff was inserted into the ground, and he skillfully took out a pair of obsidian graphite mirrors and put them on.
The red hao stone shattered, and the intense white light affected the vision and balance organs of the three red dragons that swooped down.
Except for the largest adult red dragon, it flapped its wings in the air and regained its body balance with its rich experience. The other two smaller red dragons hit the ground heavily, and it seemed that they would not survive.
The team responsible for protecting Uncle Fang immediately sent out manpower to finish the damage.
Even if it's a half-dead baby dragon, it still feels good to slay it.
The red dragon whose five senses were restored became angry. Even though he was enslaved by the Dragonmaw clan and acted against his will, the little flashing ant below still angered it.
Ignoring the orc with the dragon on his back, the red dragon swooped down again, then climbed up violently.
The strong wind caused by the red dragon's wings disrupted the formation of the guard squad.
"Stay away from me!" ** Division Brick stopped the guard from trying to put up a shield in front of him.
Stupid reptile, arrogant flying lizard, how do you think I went bankrupt!
You want to play with fire in front of me!
Seeing the red dragon accumulating flames in the air and scattered sparks at the corners of its mouth, Uncle Fang couldn't help but sneered.
Once upon a time, a mage in Dalaran put forward such a theory - the power of a spell is not linear with the filling amount of magic power. The power of a damaging spell lies in the composition and superposition of magic power.
The further extension of this theory constitutes a famous conjecture, that is, if a mage can cast five fireballs at the same time and superimpose them together, he will get a super fireball that is far more powerful than the extreme pyrotechnics. technique.
If you need 1 magic value to cast a fireball, the magic value of ordinary pyrolysis requires 20. When super magic stabilization, arcane enhancement, and core-breaking extreme pyrolysis are stacked, a total of 47 magic values are required.
Spending 5 magic points to get 47 magic effects. This beautiful vision has driven countless mages to join the research work of [Five Fireball Theory] and achieved certain results.
For the purpose of knowledge sharing, these mages established an organization called the "Five Fireball God Cult".
Because the research work was too dangerous, the Five Fireball Cult caused 233 explosions in the Violet Castle in just one week. The six-member Kentorui Supreme Council unanimously passed a resolution declaring the Five Fireball Cult illegal. The organization requires all believers to voluntarily withdraw from the religion, and it is strictly forbidden to conduct high-risk magic experiments in the Violet Castle. Violators will be subject to huge fines.
The three fireballs are condensed and arranged in an equilateral triangle around the master's square brick. The rotation speed of the fireball is getting faster and faster under the control of the square brick, and the radius of the rotation orbit is getting smaller and smaller.
Eventually, the three fireballs collided in volume and began to merge.
Under the control of the square bricks, the fireball with its undulating surface moved upstream against the red dragon's flames.
"Innocent, I was a man who was once called the leader! Explode, Tianyuan Breakthrough, Red Lotus Arrow!"
The unstable fusion three fireballs exploded violently under the control of Master Fang Brick. The front half of the red dragon's body was shattered by the explosion, and the back half of the body hit the ground heavily.
The rain of dragon's blood sprayed down, fell on the mana shield of the magician's bricks, formed a stream, and dripped down at his feet.
The afterglow of the sun was gradually fading, and the visual effects of Uncle Fang's mighty display were too strong, affecting the frontal battle of the large forces. The Alliance soldiers who were unable to enjoy [App Glory] glowed with new fighting power, while the soldiers around Carlos were high in fighting spirit.
"A good opponent, let's call it a day." Biaomumu Yeshi waved his giant ax horizontally, and jumped back to widen the distance between him and Carlos.
The unique whistle sounded. Except for the wolf cavalry who were still entangled with the returning Ymir cavalry, the orc soldiers who had taken the initiative slowly left the battlefield in an organized manner.
The exhausted Union soldiers were unable to pursue, so they looked for their officers and formed a defensive formation.
When night fell, the Carlos Army Corps returned to the camp and counted their numbers. Only 1,452 of the 2,974 people who set out returned, and almost everyone was injured.
"General, according to the canon, we are no longer able to fight anymore. Report to the general headquarters and let's retreat." Ymir reported to Carlos with a heavy heart, "Of the three hundred brothers who fought against the trolls together, there are only one hundred and seventy-two. When they came back, none of the dead brothers had wounds on their backs."
"You have to work hard and count the troops overnight. Those who are seriously injured and have inconvenient legs and feet will be withdrawn to Durnholde early tomorrow morning, and those who can still fight will be reorganized." Carlos took off his helmet, but stopped the guards from helping him take off his armor. " There must be a deep meaning behind the abnormal behavior of the orcs. The more those greenskins think about what we do, the more we will do the opposite."
"Your will." Ymir left the camp to carry out Carlos's order.
In a short period of time, from a cavalry captain to an alliance major officer, Ymir has become Carlos's biggest fan. The general's orders are everything.
"Didn't you notice that the tribe's reinforcements did not reinforce their forward troops from the beginning to the end. It seems that the fighting behind them was very fierce." Uncle Fang Brick said quietly from the side.
"I hope nothing happens. Those generals are all experienced in fighting. Can't they escape if they can't defeat them?" Carlos was not confident either.
It's better to meet him than to be famous. Orcs are really strong.
Late at night, Biaomumu Yeshi led his tired men back to the commander-in-chief of the southbound orcs, Bochien Clefthoof Ox Slaughterer.
"Biao Mumu. Ye Shi, tell me how your opponent is." Pochien, the clefthoof cattle slaughterer, handed Biao Mumu. Ye Shi a jar of potatoes and bacon.
"My opponent is very powerful, and his commanding ability is also very strong. His army was divided by us and did not collapse. There are also mages to help. But such an army is definitely the elite of mankind, and there will not be too many. Don't worry too much, Chief Boqien." After Biaomumu Yeshi finished speaking, he complained again, "I still like the food from my hometown. The stems of this plant have no taste."
"When you conquer this world, everything will be fine." Bochen, the Clefthoof Ox Slaughterer, comforted his brave subordinates.
"Do you still have the energy to participate in the night's operation?" asked Bochen, the Clefthoof Slaughterer.
"More than 500 people were killed in the vanguard army this afternoon, and more than 300 were seriously injured. I will dispatch up to 1,000 people to participate in the operation." Biao Mumu and Ye Shi quickly finished the food and put down the can.
"That's enough. A main human army has been besieged by us in this place." Pochien. The Clefthoof Slaughterer stretched out his finger and clicked on a scrawled map that had more symbolic meaning than military use.
"In order to wish this great victory coming, I decided to name this place Mengnianggu."
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