Dark Shadow Shrine

It's not that no one wants to stop Baimao's atrocities.

Bai Mao's speed is too fast. Even if the only remaining masters of the ghost wolf clan surround him, they may not be able to catch Baimao. On the rare occasions when they were successfully hit, Baimao's gold-rank armor directly bounced the knife even if he slashed it with a knife, and it also came with a lightning counterattack.

It can be said that Bai Mao alone messed up hundreds of people in the orc tribe.

The performance of the rest of the gold rank masters was equally good.

Almo held a huge half-moon-shaped steel shield in each hand. With the support of the [Dragon Power Art] that came with the newly purchased armor, she danced the two large shields weighing two hundred catties vigorously.

Seeing which orc rushed over, he waved a heavy shield and smashed it down!

It doesn't matter whether it's an ax or a kitchen knife, it's like smashing walnuts and melon seeds, and they all smash people, armor and weapons.

Her advancing speed was not fast, but there were mutilated orc corpses along the way.

The black knight Catan Pennant recovered his demonic power, and the killing skills honed in the bottomless abyss made him the most efficient killing machine, easily harvesting the lives of orcs.

When driven out of Mosha, his weapons were confiscated. Ironically, joining Raven's command, he majestically took a pair of gold-rank black poleaxes from the Mosha royal treasury.

This kind of huge heavy weapon is often only used by certain races with natural supernatural powers, such as the underground Minotaur.

The black knight's body is also two meters high. Using this kind of battle ax is already enough, but with the huge strength of the demon king, this dual-wielding long-handled battle ax is when he is playing. It's like a toy.

Every time he slashes, there will be a rainstorm of flesh and blood.

Screams and the sound of sharp weapons splitting the body kept ringing around the black knight. Blood and internal organs sprayed out from the severed limbs and body cavity, drawing avant-garde patterns on the gray sand and gravel.

In the military history of Ultron World, there is always a one-to-three exchange ratio between orcs and humans, which has lost its meaning in front of Catan Pennant.

The fiercest warriors of the orcs seemed to be paper dolls, torn piece by piece by Pennant's twirling axe.

After being defeated by Raven, Katan, who had lost his demonic power, was sluggish for a while, when Raven re-untied his seal. He became that terrifying and turbulent Lunar New Year's Day King again.

On the battlefield, rather than saying that he became the messenger of death, it would be better to say that he turned death into a simple numbers game, constantly beheading orcs, and sending countless orcs to hell as his own. substitute.

Facing the orcs ahead, whether they are adult warriors or trembling old orcs. Underage cubs. Still a slightly weak female orc, Katan mercilessly killed them most brutally.

The furious blood storm extended from the outermost to the orc formation.

Suddenly, he ran into a recruit of the Red Infantry Regiment who was about to be killed by two orcs.

"Kang Dang!" The two battle axes easily held the two sharp steel knives.

Less than ten centimeters below the battle ax was the recruit who was still in shock.

"Boy, I will show you a magic trick that only warriors can do!"

Two black arcs flashed, and the heads of the two werewolves flew up, circling in the air under the inertia of ingenious force. A miraculous scene happened, two headless corpses that lost their heads. It actually connected to the head of another orc just now...

"Ouch—" Unable to control himself, the recruit hunched over and vomited violently.

"Hahaha!" The black knight laughed wildly and swung his tomahawk, continuing his killing journey.

At a high place, the sharpshooters of the Gale Demon Arrow Corps bored out and shot armor-piercing arrows with steel cones, saving the recruits who were on the verge of death.

In their view, this is no longer a battle, but a massacre.

The mist magic has been consuming the orc's physical strength since the orc's migration, after a brief resistance. The decline of the orcs is fully revealed.

Outside there are masters taking the lead in the attack, and inside there are super assassins who point to kill the leaders and shamans of the orcs. In fact, the orcs have fallen into the extreme disadvantage of fighting on their own from the very beginning.

If you don't look carefully, Randall can't detect the existence of Shadow Killer.

The advanced Shadow Killer has an incredible ability. It can move from one shadow to another without a trace to get close to its prey. If the previous shadow killing was only based on the instinct of the shadow steel golem to attack, now it relies more on professional assassination skills to maintain Complete silence, killing the prey before its companions realize that something is amiss, and letting itself disappear into thin air.

In just three minutes, at least five shaman priests were killed by the shadow knife.

The orcs were not good at battle, and with the command system completely paralyzed, it became a battle of decadent mobs strangling the group.

Raven and the priests of the Red Knight deliberately did not use [command skills], and the recruits were able to truly use the battle formation of the church in training.

Each of them formed a battle formation of six to eight people. In the front, warriors holding large shields were specially used to contain the attacks of the orcs, and in the middle were two-handed swordsmen to launch deadly attacks at the right time. A foot-operated crossbow that delivers long-range strikes at a snail's pace.

From time to time, the mercenaries watching the battle from a high place laughed at the ugly appearance of the recruits, pointing and pointing were indispensable.

Raven didn't stop the mercenaries. Firstly, they were virtuous, and secondly, the recruits also needed to be encouraged.

The collapsed orc army is undoubtedly the best training object.

In terms of strategy, Lei Wen has already reduced the strength of these orcs to the extreme, and if they are further reduced, they can only use things that are too exaggerated such as [Weakness Art], which will not be effective in training troops at all.

If the recruits can't even pass this hurdle, they won't even be able to get cannon fodder qualifications in the future.

The performance of the recruits is clumsy and ugly, but they are indeed rapidly absorbing experience and growing at a high speed in the flames of battle.

When they first joined the battle, the terrifying speed of the half werewolves did cause them considerable trouble. As they became more proficient in their formation, they found that the terrible pounce of the half-wolf was just that.

The iron-covered oak shield that Raven spared no expense to buy is reliable in its defense. Even though there were all kinds of unbearable metal scraping sounds on the shield surface, the shield still firmly guarded the vital points of the soldiers.

After familiarizing themselves with the movements of the half-wolf, the soldiers began to swing their short swords to fight back according to the learned movements.

In fact, the balance of victory and defeat has been tilted from the beginning. Seeing that more enemies are still standing still, Chief Ghost Wolf finally realized that his tribe has been reduced to being used by the enemy for training.

"You are doing this to us!? Don't think about it!" the chief yelled, bit off his tongue, and sprayed a big mouthful of blood on the totem pole he carried with him. A huge translucent spirit wolf rises from the totem pole, which is the ultimate killer in the ghost wolf tribe. A ghost wolf that has been worshiped and believed by countless generations of tribesmen for thousands of years.

In fact, it is difficult to fundamentally define what this ghost wolf is.

It has no godhead fragments, so it cannot be counted as a demigod or false god.

Although it has only divinity, it is not like ordinary divine creatures that cannot absorb the power of faith. It can slowly increase its strength through the belief of countless generations.

Unfortunately, it is not an evil spirit with endless demands. It has a clear concept of territory and protection, so Raven can only position it as a patron saint.

Billowing black smoke enveloped the entire sky, and a huge wolf head that was bigger than a carriage raised its head to the sky and howled loudly. The desolate howling of wolves spread all over the place.

The ghost wolf just came out. He slapped the sad Almo away with a slap.

"Long live the Ghost Wolf God!"

The orcs' morale suddenly exploded. In the legends that have been passed down in their clan for countless generations, the great Ghost Wolf Lord is an invincible existence. Every time it appears, it is accompanied by the massacre and conquest of the enemy.

"Pfft!" Raven smiled, turned around and nodded to Laila, who claimed to be the incarnation of Laila beside him: "Be careful!"

Lila, who was transformed from a legal lolita to a real Ms. Mist by Raven, was a little pissed off.

Taking advantage of the cover of the fog, a princess kick hit Raven's calf bone.

"Hmph! Don't think of me as the weak scum from before. Let me tell you, this goddess is very strong!" Laila, who had used up her petty temper, jumped into the air.

"Humble existence! Just because you want to be fierce in front of me? Submit obediently! Otherwise, I will roast you."

Huh? That last sentence seems to be a problem.

When a real god emits fluctuations of divine power, that invincible and powerful power instantly sweeps the audience.

The morale of the recruits was greatly boosted: "Yes! We are protected by the Phantom Goddess!"

The morale of the orcs was greatly reduced: "Oh my God! There is a true god on the other side!"

The ghost wolf cringed instinctively, but its role as guardian god supported it. In the end it roared three times violently. He rushed towards Lyra.

biu——biu——biu——

Three cool, mist-like light blasts blasted the ghost wolf directly to the point where it was almost impossible to maintain its shape, and the ghost wolf chief below even bled to death on the spot.

Without any nonsense, everyone only saw a huge misty palm with a diameter of 100 meters grabbing the dying ghost wolf, and then flew into the camp behind.

Huh? This is the end?

Be it soldiers or orcs, they were stunned for a moment.

Lei Wen was also amused. A true god who had recovered his divine power beat a mere guardian animal believed by only a few thousand people. Would it be necessary to fight for 300 rounds?

"Idiots, focus on me! Bring this victory to a perfect end." Raven's voice resounded throughout the audience.

As time passed, the morale of the orcs was exhausted. Is not it? Surrounded by! Even his own patron saint lost completely. What hope?

After being tossed by Lila with the mist magic for three days, the consequences of cutting off the water also came out. Fatigue, thirst and all kinds of negative effects came out. At the beginning of the attack, the orcs were able to support themselves with their blood, but when the battle situation was so obvious, they gradually lost the will to fight.

However, the Pioneer Legion did not take prisoners.

"Kill them all." After Raven gave the order, he took Karin and the red guard back to the station first.

As soon as I entered the main tent, I smelled a strange smell... (to be continued ~^~)

PS:   Make up for yesterday's second update. I haven't stopped updating, but the outbreak has been delayed... Actually, it mainly depends on my total word count. This month (October) started with 615,000 words. I promise to write at least 330,000 words this month, and the goal is to write 400,000 words. By the end of the month, everyone will know how my morals are... I can only say that I try my best to keep my big morals... Sometimes I really can't help my small morals. hide your face and run into tears