Orc Tyrant

17 10th 6:58:37

The singing and drums became louder and louder. Another wave of rebels flooded the palace.

"Something is wrong with them."

The soldier at the observation post suddenly warned.

Xerath's eyes widened. Through the thick fog, he could see that many of the rebels rushing forward were ragged, and their upper bodies were occupied by many light blue crystal clusters, like some kind of parasite, going deep into them. In the flesh.

They rushed forward and screamed inhumanly, and it was hard to think that they were once humans.

"Don't let them come near!"

Xerath commanded loudly that the archers on the wall, including some Imperial soldiers, began to kill the mutants.

Some people exploded when they died, and some turned into limp flesh. Desaikla released a huge arc of flame, and Xerath felt the tremor of the ground under his feet.

"Good job."

"I bet this is to pave the way for the arcanist's offense."

Desaikla did not appear happy because of being admired, on the contrary his anger continued unabated.

"They must first weaken our ammunition and physical strength."

"A counterattack must be launched!"

Desaikla roared, once again throwing out his power, turning more than a dozen rebels into flying ashes.

"Kill the leader, break the offensive!"

"The theoretical result is that you will die. If I am so stupid to send someone with you, they will die too. Ammunition and troops are severely damaged, no."

Desaikla glared at Xerath, the first time he looked at his teacher so disrespectfully.

"Tutor, do you doubt my courage?"

"In a way, yes."

Xerath nodded, raised his hand and threw a flash of lightning, smashing a group of approaching rebels into smoking wreckage.

"You have been fearless, but at the moment I think you are fearful."

Desaikla angrily took a step towards Xeraths.

"I am not afraid of death!"

"I know you are not afraid of death, Desaikla, but I think you are afraid that our way of survival is about to die, the world as we know it is about to die, that's what I fear."

Desaikla blinked, and the anger on his body slowly faded. His mentor was always able to pinpoint his inner obstacles at the most critical moment.

"They are here!"

The guard on the parapet shouted.

The Sons of Dawn and the Flesh Messengers charged from the thick fog. Their huge figures stood out among the rebel soldiers. The Sons of Dawn drove the Brotherhood fighters to charge and rush toward the defenders' guns like a group of vicious dogs.

They use those traitors as human shields.

"Come on! Block them!"

When Xerath issued the order, he finally used all his strength.

On the front line defending the walls and gates, machine guns roared, the muzzle leaped and roared with flames, and a few heavy weapons joined the battle. Self-mortar, field artillery.

They left even more precious tools to this moment.

The firepower of the defenders poured on the enemy's charge, causing considerable damage, slowing it down and dispersing it.

Thousands of explosions and shocks caused a body to split or fly into the air, bright lightning and flame trails intertwined on the battlefield, and a large group of mortals in Tsing Yi were harvested.

Xerath's face covered by his hood smiled, and he saw a lot of Jiao Fitness figures wearing breastplates trembling and falling to the ground.

However, there must be a future. The heavy weapons on the arms of the Flesh Messengers also opened fire to provide support to the rebels who were chanting. Large-caliber bullets smashed into the walls, blew up bricks and stones, and tore the door. .

Loyal troops began to suffer more serious casualties.

loyalty?

Xerath thought to himself, why is this natural name bitter?

The swift and blue-gray figure sprayed out from the dense fog, and it was the son of dawn running with all his strength.

Like a shell, they crossed the blockade of fire with the momentum of thunder, and plunged into the line of defense. Their offensive left the main body of the troops far behind. They immediately started killing with pistols and crystal swords as soon as they landed. Large groups of imperial soldiers were harvested like mature grain.

The trembling crystal sword neighed and split the screaming soldier in half, splattering flesh and blood, and flying across the stump.

"Kick them off the wall!"

Desaikla immediately shot and shot down a Son of Dawn from mid-air with a precise intercepting fireball.

The young man with a cyan glow tumbling to the ground, dragging a stream of black smoke.

The four enemies landed on the stairs and faced the gate.

They unstoppably killed the soldiers stationed here, the crystal sword cut the sandbags, cut the barrels, cut the armor, cut the flesh, cut the bones, the weird sharp points issued by the imperial soldiers who could not fight back. Howl, symbolizing the ferocious pace of the Arcane Tide.

Xerath rushed away, Desaikla marched side by side with him, they came to the line of defense in front of the gate, blood was already flowing on the ground.

Those soldiers who suffered severe wounds and died of blood used their frantic heartbeats to push the slight pulse of overflowing blood. The red creek gurgled down the grooves on the steps, which were originally designed to drain stagnant water. of.

The dark red turbulence poured into the trench, like rusty water in an iron pipe.

Xerath rushed to a son of dawn, who was busy dismembering an imperial army corporal.

He slammed the traitor’s jaw with a cyclone, knocked the opponent back a step, and then blasted his torso with the gathered blue flame at close range, penetrating the monster cleanly. A blazing fire blasted out from behind him.

The Son of Dawn crashed down, but an arcane flame released before his death turned more than a dozen soldiers around into a quagmire.

Xerath didn't have time to stay. While continuing to perform witchcraft, he pulled out the carved sword from his waist with his backhand, rotated it half a circle, and held it steadily.

Desaikla confronted the second son of dawn. He swung his wizard's spear to face the crystal sword whispered by the son of dawn.

The weapon that had just killed a special killer was flying the flesh and blood of the last victim. However, the short spear strengthened by the wizard with crackling energy smashed the blade of the crystal sword in an instant, causing it Completely invalid.

The Son of Dawn dropped his damaged sword and fired with an odd-shaped pistol.

His accuracy was not good, and the bullet hit another approaching soldier, exploded on his left body, and threw him on the wall next to the gate.

Desaikla roared, and two dissociated lightning bolts spun from the short spear, and the Son of Dawn was hit in the throat and chest respectively.

The two shocks made him stagger back, and the shattered armor rose from him like ice crystal particles, and blood poured out from the scorched wound.

The Dawn Son slumped at the foot of the wall, with blood blisters leaking from his mouth, he tried to raise his pistol again.

"Monster! Go to death!"

Desaikla held the short spear in both hands and used two fierce slashes to kill the injured enemy. A forehand hit across the breastbone, and a backhand hit across the torso and straight through the spine.

The son of dawn fell to the ground and died while clutching his waist which was almost divided in two.