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"shoot!"

With an order, white arrows roared out, heading straight towards the orc army blocking the way.

"Raise your shield and attack!"

The simple wooden shield was propped up in an instant, withstanding the rain of arrows, and pressed towards the human army step by step.

The enemy in front of him was an elite orc at first glance, and Duke Jagiellon was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood.

They agreed to let them go, but as a result, their battle flag was hung high, and the orcs showed no mercy at all.

It was impossible to argue with the orcs. Once this kind of shady insider trading is exposed, he will be doomed.

They were not the only ones who broke out from the southeast, but also the coalition of nobles from the southeastern provinces led by Earl Pierce, as well as the noble armies from the two southwest provinces.

Now everyone is fighting together, not to mention that every move is in the eyes of the other party, but generally everyone is still paying attention to each other.

"Brave knights, for the sake of glory, follow me to attack!"

Duke Jagiellon roared.

If there is no road, then you can only fight your way out.

Seeing this scene, Agustin, who was responsible for commanding the orc army, secretly shook his head.

This is not because he did not abide by the agreement, but because the script has changed. The human race is not as unique as the orcs. Even if he wanted to focus on attacking the southern nobles, his orc soldiers would not be able to tell them apart!

If we let Duke Jagiellon's army leave, it would be equivalent to letting all the human troops in front of us go.

The Orc Empire's troubles are already big enough. If the Northern Expeditionary Army is allowed to retreat, the end may really come.

"The cavalry attack and stop the enemy's knights!"

The bloody battle began. The two elites of the world collided fiercely on the prairie.

Duke Jagiellon's war hammer was like a strong wind sweeping away fallen leaves. The three Behemoth cavalry who intercepted them were instantly kited, and then blood and screams flew up at the same time!

The personal guards followed closely behind him, picking up miniature magic crossbows and aiming around. Every time he pulled the trigger, four short arrows flew out, followed by a burst of screams and the sound of falling horses.

Not far away, Earl Pierce had thrown away his shield and held the knight's gun with both hands at the same time. It was like a white light traveling among the enemies, and the silver-white gun tip was instantly covered with red clothes.

The coach leads by example and the boost to morale is obvious. Infected by this atmosphere, the originally uneasy soldiers gradually became bloodthirsty and crazy.

Either fight your way out alive, or become the enemy's food, and finally turn into... nourishing the vast prairie.

As soon as the army broke through, Marshal Campbell ordered the camp to be burned down, with the raging fire still burning behind him.

Facts have proven that psychological warfare is still effective. Compared with previous battles, the movement speed of the orc cannon fodder army was obviously much slower.

When the human army encountered an interception, they immediately stopped and entangled, with no intention of advancing quickly.

Everyone has learned their lesson wisely. The fruits of victory belong to the five royal families, but their lives are their own.

The threat from the human race is indeed great, but it is the five royal families that directly squeeze them. The nature of oppression cannot be changed by sharing the name of an orc empire.

The most direct impact of this kind of inactivity is that the casualties of the five royal armies responsible for frontal interception have increased significantly.

Not only in the southeast direction, the situation is similar in other directions. Facing the Northern Expeditionary Army, which was fighting against the "Fire", the orc royal army responsible for intercepting them also had a hard time.

The war was tense for a time, and both parties involved in the war paid a heavy price. I don’t know since when, several tribe leaders have gathered together.

…

"The time has come, what do you think about it?"

"Why don't you say anything? The Alliance has sent people to pick us up. You only have one chance. If you miss it, it won't be that simple to get rid of their control!"

The grumpy wildebeest tribe leader urged urgently.

Just the human race's instigation of discord is not so easy to divide the various races. What really had a core influence on them was the rebel organization within the Orc Empire.

In order to escape the fate of being cannon fodder, various ethnic groups fled in a hurry. After experiencing the initial chaos, they were forced to move towards the alliance.

In order to strengthen the alliance's strength, members of the rebel organization took action to recruit orcs from all over the place.

The various races on the front line are naturally within the alliance's reach.

"The armies of the five royal families have not all entered the battle yet. Once we take the lead in running away, I am afraid we will be struck by thunder soon!"

A goat-headed monster said worriedly.

The five royal families were so powerful that even if they had agreed to act together in advance, they would become hesitant when the matter came to pass.

"It's not that exaggerated. There are still Alpha Kingdom's troops dragging us behind. They don't dare to pursue us.

If these enemies are let go for our sake, that will be the end of the five royal families! "

The old man with the head of a leopard said mockingly.

It's not that they are unwilling to coexist and die with the Orc Empire, it's just that the five royal families are too screwed. If you suffer heavy losses, you must reduce the strength of these vassal tribes.

If you continue to follow them, it will only be a matter of time before you die on the battlefield. If you don't want to die, you can only resist.

Can't afford to offend, can afford to hide.

The territory of the Orc Empire is vast enough, the five major royal families have a limited population, and their control over the local area is not that strict.

The resistance alliance occupied a territory in the rear that was easy to defend and difficult to attack, and directly started to divide the princes.

"There is nothing to hesitate about. If you are willing to leave together, then you can take your clan members and leave with us.

He hesitates and dares not leave, and is ready to continue working for the five royal families, and we won’t stop him!

As long as we don't become traitors and report to the five royal families, everyone will still be our own people. "

The snake woman said with a smile.

It's a pity that no one can enjoy this charming smile. The few people who were still hesitant at first were suddenly filled with dead souls.

Knowing the secret, not joining is a potential risk. When it comes to the family's wealth and life, no one will show mercy.

"Done!"

A rough voice sounded, and responders immediately gathered.

"Haha, if everyone is willing to join the alliance, then they are our own.

This is a contract to join the alliance, which is regarded as a free sponsorship by my old leopard! "

Leopard Head said loudly.

As he spoke, he took out a knife and touched it on his finger, and a drop of blood accurately fell on the contract.

"Blood contract!"

The knowledgeable old man from the Fox clan blurted out.

Compared with ordinary contracts, this kind of contract with blood as the medium is obviously more binding.

Once he breaks the contract, not only will he be in bad luck, but his descendants will also be ruined, and the bond between his descendants and descendants will be completely severed.

"Old Fox is very knowledgeable. Yes, this is a blood contract. In order for everyone to work together in the future, some necessary means are still needed.

But everyone can rest assured that this contract has no other terms. It only clarifies that we will join forces to get rid of the rule of the five royal families. "

Leopard Head said calmly.

It's all for the good of the alliance, and he has a clear conscience.

As he spoke, he handed the contract to everyone for inspection.

There was no trickery in the first place, so naturally no problem could be found, and soon all the orcs dropped their appointments.

…

On the Western Front, Marshal Campbell was wearing armor, holding a shield in his left hand and a knight's gun in his right hand. He stood in front of the formation and stared at the enemy team in front.

Because they set fire to the camp, they encountered an army of orcs blocking the road, so they had to do so at night.

"Warriors, the time has come to make great achievements. Rush out from here and kill all the enemies that stand in front of us!

For the sake of the kingdom, for the human race, for the sake of glory, rush with me..."

They shouted to charge, but the first thing launched was not a charge, but a hail of arrows.

Obviously, this was agreed in advance, and boosting morale was the signal to launch.

The method was a bit crude, but this unexpected arrow rain attack still caused a lot of trouble to the oncoming orc army.

The orc commander, who was stimulated, roared angrily: "Kill, kill all these despicable humans!"

In the blink of an eye, the two armies collided head-on. There were no fancy movements, just the sound of steel clashing.

Marshal Campbell ignored the enemy's cries and responded to them only with the knight's gun in his hand.

Sweeping, thrusting, overshooting... all are the basic skills of knight training, but in his hands, the knight's gun seems to be alive, and every movement will take the life of an orc soldier.

As if he was born for art, cruel battles became full of artistry in his hands.

Maybe this is his true face, the steady old marshal, just a disguise for his daily life.

With his outstanding performance, Marshal Campbell quickly became the most dazzling kid on the battlefield, and also attracted the most hatred for him.

"The human race is really blessed by nature!"

In the distance, Alex, who was watching the battle, couldn't help but sigh.

From the outbreak of the war to now, he has seen too many human elites. Although most of them died on the battlefield, it does not mean that these people are not outstanding.

The victory of barbarism over civilization only proves the strength of barbarism, but it does not mean that civilization is useless.

In terms of personal combat effectiveness, the human race is not ranked at all on the continent, but the final overlord of the continent became the human race. This is the charm of civilization.

Although it is the most primitive family-based training system, the human race is still at the forefront of all races on the mainland in terms of talent training.

Alex wanted to follow suit, but he had no idea where to start. There is no way, the population base of the Behemoth clan is too small.

Before the war, it was less than 300,000, and now it is less than 200,000. After the war, who knows how much will be left?

"Give me the order to capture that old immortal at all costs!"

Alex ordered coldly.

As an enemy who has been fighting against each other for a long time, it is natural to know the enemy's main generals.

It can be said that, except for newcomers like Hudson who suddenly appeared, the main generals of the Alpha Kingdom will have records of the orcs as long as they have appeared on the battlefield in northern Xinjiang.

With just his fighting ability, Marshal Campbell is not worthy of his fear. The main reason why I decided to keep him was because I recognized his identity.

Marshals, no matter which country they are in, are not easy to obtain.

Especially for a country like the Alpha Kingdom, which often fights with orcs, the marshal's value is even higher.

If you don't have enough prestige to command the three armed forces, you can't get the title of marshal. This is almost the consensus of all countries.

Keeping this veteran is more strategically significant than wiping out an entire enemy legion.

…

There was a "whoosh" sound. Marshal Campbell hurriedly ducked sideways, and the arrow passed by from the right side.

Just a little bit away, his keen perception saved his life again.

Marshal Campbell had a bad secret, and his intuition told him that he was being targeted by the enemy.

Just as they were about to move the battlefield, a hail of arrows fell directly from the sky, followed by screams.

Attack regardless of friend or foe!

Realizing this, the big gun in Marshal Campbell's hand danced even more powerfully, and the sitting demon wolf also quickly left the arrow rain coverage area with a clear understanding.

"Campbell, do you still know me?"

Looking at Beamon blocking his way, Marshal Campbell felt a little familiar, but he just couldn't remember it.

"It seems that you have forgotten your old friend!

But it doesn't matter, I will help you recall it.

At that time, I ended my military career and embarked on the Qingyun Road! "

The words of the big man Beamon made Marshal Campbell's expression change, and he couldn't help but exclaimed: "Impossible, aren't you already dead? Why are you still alive now!"

"Ha ha……"

"It turns out that I am already dead in your mind. No wonder you can forget it... But it doesn't matter anymore. You are going to die today anyway!"

While he was speaking, the big man Behemoth had already launched an attack on Marshal Campbell, and struck directly with the sharp sword in his hand.