Game of the World Tree

"Boom!"

A deafening bang...

Everyone on the battlefield saw that a purple-black thunder pierced through the sky, penetrated the thick clouds, and smashed above the magical defense barrier of the Golden Horde tribe.

That kind of terrifying power with a majestic and majestic aura, people can't help but feel a sense of awe.

This is divine punishment.

The desecration of the idol by several players triggered the divine punishment of the true god again!

Although there was a slight hesitation for a moment when God's Punishment fell this time, but...after all, it fell.

And at the moment when God's Punishment fell, the magical barrier that was difficult to maintain under the projectiles of the trebuchet finally reached its limit, suddenly collapsed, and turned into countless flying silver photons...

One after another, purple-black lightning flew over the Golden Horde tribe, and spread along the collapse of the magical defense barrier...

Above the fortress wall, the orc priests who maintained the defensive magic arts didn't even have time to let out their screams, and they turned to ashes under these lightnings.

Only the chief priests who had reached the lower ranks of gold survived.

But even if he survived, he still vomited blood, his face was gray, and for a moment he seemed to be a few decades old, like an old man who was dying...

It looks like it won't last long.

Above the wall, there was an eerie silence.

The surviving half-orcs stared blankly at the sky, in a trance, as if they had not recovered from the divine punishment just now.

A burst of thunder came from the sky, and it was a dark cloud inspired by God's punishment.

In the next second, bean-sized raindrops mixed with ice and snow fell and poured on the heads of the orcs, chilling in their hearts...

The defensive magic barrier was broken.

And in the direction of the elf army, there was a burst of cheers.

Li Mu was excited, he raised his command sword high, and shouted hoarsely:

"The magic is broken! Listen to my order, the whole army attacks! Start the siege——!"

After speaking, the army of 30,000 elves suddenly started to move.

The next moment, the original passionate background music suddenly changed into a more majestic and imposing symphony, which seemed to sound the horn of the charge.

Listening to such music, the players' eyes were red and adrenaline surged.

"Siege!"

Someone shouted excitedly in the crowd.

"Siege!"

Other players began to join in.

As if it caused a chain reaction, after the first few players shouted, more players shouted one after another:

"Siege!"

"Siege! Siege! Siege—!"

The voice continued from small to loud, from scattered to neat, and finally turned into a roar of 30,000 people:

"Charge! Siege!"

"For the goddess, for the elves!"

That tidy and majestic sound overshadowed the thunder in the sky and the rushing rain, resounding on the vast battlefield, even the earth trembled.

On the wall of the village, the half-orcs who heard this sound changed their expressions and looked terrified.

In addition to being shocked, they also had a bit of panic and confusion.

Such an army has never appeared in the world of Saiggs...

The siege cone and ballista were pushed out by the players, and the ladder was also carried by them.

Immediately afterwards, 30,000 troops charged from four directions at the same time!

The iris flag was held high by the players, they drew their weapons and rushed towards the city wall like a tide.

The shooter players charged and shot, and more than a dozen trebuchets continued to shoot, but this time, without the magical barrier, the Golden Horde tribe had completely lost its resistance.

The huge "meteorite" burned with flames, smashed into the tribe of orcs, and smashed into the stone wall, causing a violent explosion and making bursts of rumbling noises.

Even the pouring rain couldn't extinguish the flames caused by the explosion of the magic stone...

In just a short while, the Golden Horde tribe burst into flames.

And the rudimentary wall was crumbling under the projection of the trebuchet, as if it would collapse in the next second.

The light rain formed by arrows and elemental bullets poured down on the city wall again, but this time, there was some more long-range magic.

That was some of the mage players rushing to the front.

They were already within the range of magic.

The colorful magic brilliance intertwined with the arrows, turning into a splendid brilliance with hidden murderous intent, submerging the wall.

The casualty ratio of the half-orcs defending the city began to soar at an incomparably exaggerated speed...

Orcs have no spellcasters other than priests.

At this moment, this has become their biggest weakness.

In the face of the players' intensive long-range magic attacks, they could only barely support behind the wall without the defensive barrier, and they almost lost the power to counterattack.

Soon, the players who rushed in front approached the city wall.

If you look at it from the sky, you will find that the entire Golden Horde tribe has been completely closed by the black elves...

The trebuchet attack stopped.

The final stage of the siege has officially started.

The ladders were lifted up by the players and placed on the city wall.

The tank warrior players wore heavy armor and held weapons that shone with cold light. Under the command of the commander, they screamed and climbed the city wall...

The ballista aimed at the tower on the wall of the village, and shot arrows three meters long, wiping out the last resistance of the orcs little by little...

At the city gate, a dozen players surrounded the siege cone with reinforcement magic and piercing magic, and began to collide with the city gate...

"Bang... bang... bang...!"

That crashing sound resounded under the city wall and in the ears of the orcs, like the death knell of the end...

The orc chief priest, who was running out of oil, was supported by his subordinates. He resisted the pain all over his body and ordered with difficulty:

"Stop them! Don't let them climb up!"

"Protect the city gate! Protect the city gate!"

His voice was hoarse, almost silent.

Following his orders, more orc warriors climbed the wall and joined the battlefield.

At the same time, the fastest player also climbed the wall.

Melee combat begins.

The one rushing to the front is the silver rank tank warrior player.

Although these players who have chosen the Guardian Specialization have limited attack power, their defense power is extremely terrifying.

Like humanoid titans, they began to rampage on the walls of the village, screaming and screaming.

Obviously half-orcs are stronger, obviously half-orcs are taller...

However, in the face of these heavily armored, halo-shaped human shields that were smothered by legal players, the mace and machete in their hands seemed to become players, unable to cause damage to them at all. .

Led by Demacia, the tank warriors were like a sharp blade, tearing apart the Orcs' defense line on the wall in an instant.

Then, more players climbed the city wall and fought with the orcs.

The sound of swords and swords was mixed with the sound of heavy rain, screams, and the explosion of magic, which was extremely majestic.

The player who rushed to the front fell, and soon new players came up to fight fearlessly.

In this situation, no one cared about his own life.

All players are like crazy, fighting to the death.

They have only one purpose -

Destroy the Orc Horde!

There are more and more players on the wall, and the orcs are more and more chaotic.

Their formation has been torn apart by the players.

The average level of players is high.

Even the lowest level beta player has level 31.

And players who have reached the full level of 40 are everywhere.

These full-level players and silver players rushed to the front one after another, and they were the sharpest knives of the Legion.

Compared with the half-orc warriors whose average strength is in the middle of black iron, such combat power has already formed a crushing trend...

The entire wall was turned into a cruel and crazy meat grinder.

Only, this is for the Orcs.

It was supposed to be a difficult melee fight, but it made the players play a destructive momentum, and the defense of the half-orcs began to collapse at a speed visible to the naked eye...

And this collapse, especially after another loud "boom", reached a climax.

The gate is broken.

After being hit again and again, the city gate, which was not considered solid, was finally unable to resist the double destruction of physics and magic, and it shattered!

The players cheered for a while, then released the siege cone and rushed towards the city like a tide...

"broken……"

Seeing this scene, the chief priest, who was protected by the half-orcs, turned pale.

Once the city gate is broken, it is like a dam bursting its banks.

Floods of players poured into the Golden Horde along the city gate, and fought more fiercely with the Orcs.

The silver professionals among the orcs rushed to the city gate one after another, trying to block the players here.

There is no retreat behind them.

"Kill them!"

"For the tribe! For our homeland!"

The half-orcs roared, and their morale was shaken again, and they all started desperately.

Under the city gate, a more tragic melee officially started.

Even the orc chief priest, who was almost out of oil, struggled to stand up.

He burned his vitality, took out his machete that he had not used for many years, and roared into the melee.

It was pouring rain.

The blood and water pooled into a stream, dyeing the muddy ground a dark red, but it was quickly washed away by the rain...

It's just that the speed of the rain can't keep up with the speed of the blood.

The bloody smell in the air has completely covered up the fresh smell unique to rainy days.

In desperation, the orcs burst out with a powerful fighting force.

There are also many veterans who have been trapped in the bottleneck for many years and have broken through...

With red eyes and hideous expressions, they roared and resisted the players' charge.

However, the rising momentum of the half-orcs not only did not dampen the morale of the players, but made them even more excited.

The Golden Horde tribe is still too weak.

Even if there are many warriors breaking through in desperation, there are more strong players among the players.

With the constant support of the priest players, these players who minimized their pain sensation laughed loudly.

On the ground, more and more equipment fell.

There are orcs, and there are players.

However, there are more Orcs.

And the formations of the players are also constantly fighting, getting deeper and deeper into the Golden Horde tribe...

After several loud dragon roars, several dragon knights among the players also joined the battlefield.

They descended from the sky and launched an attack behind the orcs, echoing the players who entered the city gate, and encircled the orcs under the city gate.

Each dragon knight player has the strength of the lower ranks of silver.

And the young dragons under them also broke through to the same rank long before they entered the war.

The addition of the two made their strength even more terrifying, and changed the battle situation almost instantly...

The half-orcs under the city walls were quickly defeated, and the players took the opportunity to quickly occupy the city gates.

They cooperated with the players on the wall, and soon completely wiped out the orcs on the wall, and completely opened the remaining gates...

At this point, the army of 30,000 elves lost the last obstacle.

The players who completely opened the situation drank and cheered, pouring into the Golden Horde tribe like a tide.

The sound of swords resounded throughout the Golden Horde tribe.

Victory is set.

...

The desert of death lacks rain.

This heavy rain, which can be called once in ten years, stopped after less than half a day.

And as the rain ceased, there was the battle of the Golden Horde tribe.

One after another, the sound of swords and swords has turned into a sporadic collision...

It wasn't a battle, it was the sound of players scavenging orc hordes.

At this moment, the players have completely occupied the Golden Horde tribe.

The muddy ground was stained reddish-brown with blood, and even the heavy rain did not wash it away.

Blood-stained equipment can be seen everywhere on the ground, and a player is picking it up excitedly.

After all, the heavy rain extinguished the fire in the Orc tribe, and there were only white smoke circling continuously.

In the air, the smell of blood and soil mixed together, which was extremely pungent.

In the square of the Golden Horde tribe, half-orcs were squatting together with their heads held together, the number of which was as high as a thousand.

These are the captives of the players.

The Orc tribe of more than 10,000 people is the only survivor left.

From today, the Golden Horde Tribe will become history.

Li Mu walked on the muddy street and came to the sacrificial tent of the Golden Horde tribe.

Here, is the place where the Orcs worship the statue of Ullur.

The big account has not yet been raided by the players.

As the guild with the greatest contribution, here are the spoils belonging to the heart of nature.

On the ground outside the tent, lay a large number of orc corpses.

They all had tragic injuries on their bodies, and there were probably hundreds of them from a distance.

These are the Orcs who fought to the end and chose to commit suicide.

They did not want to be turned into ashes under the swords of the players, and when they persisted until the last second, they chose to end themselves.

Li Mu even saw the chief priest of the orcs, the old priest who fought with blood.

He was barely humanoid, bloody.

There are only one pair of eyes, wide open, looking at the sky, with a trace of anger and determination.

And even in death, he held the weapon tightly in his hand.

At this moment, for some unknown reason, Li Mu suddenly remembered the chief priest of the giant mountain of the cave tribe...

He sighed softly, put away the opponent's weapon and priest's robe with ease, then chanted a spell and released a flame to completely cremate the chief priest's body...

The bgm of the battlefield channel has been temporarily closed, and only the background music of the dead desert that comes with the game is playing slowly.

It is a kind of music intertwined with bagpipes and ethereal female voices. When listening to people's ears, they will unconsciously see the scene of lonely smoke, sunset, and yellow sand in the desert...

And at this moment, when it came into his ears, it gave Li Mu a sense of vicissitudes of life and a sense of historical reincarnation.

In the sky, the dark clouds have dissipated.

The sun has moved westward, gradually falling, exuding a golden luster.

A rainbow light scatters from the sky, and the still hazy rainy sky will diffuse a colorful afterglow...

The laughter and slapstick of the players came from afar, and from time to time, a few loud dragon roars and the wailing of the surviving orcs could be heard...

Li Mu withdrew his gaze, and his expression deepened.

"This is war..."

He sighed slightly.

There is no right or wrong in war.