Emperor of Arcane

boom!

Hammer and ax add up!

The two of them had similar strength, and at the moment of collision, a deep pit was created in the soft grass.

The senior orc warlord's face was full of shock. He actually failed to suppress the enemy in front of him with his strongest strength!

Unable to help but grit his teeth, the high-level orc warlord roared, and his strong fighting spirit burst out in an instant, trying to directly break through Beelzebub's defense.

Unexpectedly, the high-level orc warlords began to break out, but they were unable to withstand Beelzebub.

Dots of cold frost spread all over Beelzebub's body.

The fighting spirit activated by the high-level orc warlord could not be broken!

Beelzebub's mastery of the power of the frost giant's bloodline has broken through to a whole new level, reaching LV2.

"Hahaha!!"

Beelzebub laughed loudly and started fighting with the high-ranking orc warlord with full confidence.

His fighting methods were very wide-ranging, one ax after another, just to go head-to-head with the high-level orc warlord!

The high-level orc warlord, who was exhausted from long battles, was already at a physical disadvantage.

From the moment Beelzebub was defeated by a quick victory, he lost the initiative in the battle.

The high-level orc warlord's attempt to use his personal abilities to open up the situation failed.

Beelzebub, who seemed rough but actually had a lot of careful thoughts, relied on his advantages in size and physical strength to push back the high-level orc warlords bit by bit and embed himself directly into the camp of the orc army.

The sound of the two fighting was very loud, and the aftermath of the impact of power tore the approaching orc soldiers into pieces.

Although Beelzebub has not been promoted to Extraordinary, his physical strength is already comparable to that of high-level orc warlords due to his in-depth mastery of the blood power of frost giants.

He also used the various combat expertise learned in the Gulf Territory over the past few months to complete the enhancement of combat skills.

Now, the exhausted orc high-level warlord seemed to Beelzebub to be a qualified sparring partner who could help him accumulate high-end combat experience.

The high-ranking orc warlord looked at the increasingly dazzling red light on Beelzebub, and felt that the pressure was increasing for no reason.

What kind of special ability is this?

Before he could react, the sound of uniform footsteps suddenly got closer and closer.

Looking forward from the corner of his eye, he saw that all the orc soldiers, including his personal guards, had fallen into a pool of blood.

This is impossible!

Whoops!

The dull sound of breaking through the air sounded side by side, and the orc soldiers rushing towards them were split into two halves.

Only then did the senior orc warlord suddenly realize.

These heavily armored soldiers are very powerful.

All of them are tall and tall, even compared to the orcs.

The weapons and equipment are far superior to those of the orcs.

Especially the terrifying long-handled swords they all have in their hands. Their indestructible destructive power is even stronger than ordinary enchanted weapons!

Why would such a human army be blocked here?

Could it be!

Bang!

Beelzebub, whose strength exploded, took advantage of the moment when the high-ranking orc warlord was distracted and struck him in the chest with an axe.

Although most of the impact was defended by the strong fighting spirit and thick armor.

But a deep cold air was penetrated deeply into the body of the high-level orc warlord!

If it were normal, this ray of coldness would naturally not be taken seriously by the high-level orc warlord.

It only takes twenty or thirty breaths to dissipate it.

But Beelzebub would not give him this opportunity. He struck one ax after another, constantly suppressing and accumulating momentum!

The orcs that rushed forward were blocked and even fell down in pieces.

The soldiers in the rear were not under threat of attack and continued to fire without restraint.

It can be said that these tens of thousands of orcs who charged desperately were suppressed by 2,000 soldiers, and nearly 30% of them were killed or injured!

The courage that supports the orc soldiers to fight is becoming less and less.

And it was falling off a cliff at an extremely fast speed.

Because, more and more adventurers came out of the reeds.

In their hands, they also held crossbows purchased from the Gulf Territory, and they were quite skilled in pulling the triggers.

They also showed good cooperation with each other. Even though they were not as uniform as the Gulf Territory soldiers, they still caused fatal damage to the orc soldiers.

boom!

After another rapid collision, the high-level orc warlord whose condition continued to be affected staggered back, with another wound on his arm.

He was gradually unable to block Beelzebub's violent attacks. There were more and more wounds on his body, and his movements became slower and slower.

Beelzebub, who was becoming more and more confident, grinned widely, suddenly took a step forward, and chopped down the high-ranking orc warlord to the ground.

Beelzebub quickly stepped over and trampled the high-level orc warlord to the ground.

He drew out the dagger coated with paralyzing poison and stabbed it into the latter's shoulder.

The high-ranking orc warlord fell to the ground, and the motivation that supported the orcs to continue fighting completely disappeared.

The vast majority of the orcs collapsed and fled in all directions.

The elite cavalry took advantage of the situation to cover up the enemy.

The soldiers from the Gulf Territory also chased him all the way.

The adventurers who were well prepared ran to the front first and laid layers of traps.

Only a seemingly safe death passage was left for them!

Except for thousands of scattered orc soldiers who escaped, the rest died here.

Then it was time to dispose of the corpses and clean the battlefield, which took most of the day.

The Gulf Territory soldiers skillfully burned the bodies of the orc soldiers.

The billowing smoke dyed the sky gray.

Carlos looked at Beelzebub who was walking towards him, and asked directly:

"Are you from the Gulf Territory? It's really eye-opening!"

Beelzebub heard the emotion in his words, glanced at Yaya who had risen into the air again, and calmly returned a smile:

"We are the soldiers of the Gulf Territory. You must be the elite of the Eighth Legion of the Empire, right? You are indeed brave and majestic!"

The heavily armored soldiers put the heavy Mo Dao back on the carriage, immediately rested where they were, and drank another bottle of nutrient solution.

Seeing how they were sweating profusely, Carlos's eyes flashed with something strange. He looked at each other in tacit understanding and exchanged quick glances with the adjutant.

"It's actually a barbarian soldier!"

"Are they actually obedient?"

"Their weapons and equipment are so good!"

"How to make these barbarians obedient?"

"Can we try it too?"

"Don't even think about it, it must be a secret of the Gulf Territory!"

"Ask their purpose?"

"No need, we must go north as soon as possible!"

"Pity……"

After the exchange, Carlos looked at the strong and fierce Beelzebub and couldn't help but ask:

"I see that you are very strong. Are you willing to join our 8th Army?"

"As long as you come, we can provide you with the resources to break through to the super level!"

Matthew, who was riding over, couldn't help but twitching the corners of his mouth when he heard Carlos's words, feeling that the words sounded familiar.

I think you are a good man. I came here to let you go up the mountain?

Okay!

I've been poached!