Orc Tyrant

Jackson took a look and knew that Elina was right. Under the effect of pressure, cracks appeared on the blank wall, and new water blasted out from it.

The entire magnificent building began to collapse heavy and slowly, and the fluid pressure that had been claustrophobic behind it was released, destroying the structure of the dam.

Suddenly an entire section of the dam disappeared without a trace, and replaced by a water wall tens of meters high, which fell straight into the valley below, washing away a large number of green skins entrenched in it.

Vehicles and infantry were swallowed almost instantly, and there was no time to escape, even if they were hiding behind a large group of companions.

The flood is like flushing a small amount of garbage into a drain, taking away the herd with no effort.

Some flexible-minded guys, if the word can be used to describe it, tried to climb to a safe high ground, but that meant running into the barrage of the human defenders still pouring down the slope.

Although the unexpected flood washed away a large number of greenskins, most of the soldiers continued to shoot, and the battle situation suddenly became favorable to the human side, which boosted their morale.

"Continue shooting Green Skin!"

Jackson let out a roar of war, brandishing his sword in a charging posture.

"Get them back!"

The soldiers actively responded to his call and blocked the reinforcements.

The green-skinned pioneer who had broken through the forefront of mankind suddenly found himself deeply trapped, cut into several segments, and quickly wiped out.

With a roar that made Jackson feel pale and weak compared to what Jackson heard, such a loud voice made him feel more like he felt it than he heard it. More than one-third of the dams were dams. The body part finally could not withstand the huge impact force, and it split into several pieces, turbulent

The rush of water rushed out from the gap.

The air was filled with mist and was frozen into ice crystals by the cold wind in the mountains, but this at least to some extent alleviated the stink still stuck to Jackson's shirt.

He watched in awe at the valley filled with rapids, the rushing grey river water from time to time bursts of water, and the entire Ork army suddenly disappeared, and their traces were swept away, as if they had never been Does not exist in this world.

Believing that the few survivors who were soaked in their bodies would retreat, Jackson heaved a sigh of relief and turned to Elena who had walked out of the control room and said:

"Ok."

He straightened his hat.

"Sure enough, as I expected, things are going very smoothly."

"You are lucky."

Elena said rudely, she was still condemning Jackson's arrogance with outrage, knowing that if the dam fails as a whole, the soldiers stationed on both sides will also be involved.

But Jackson had no intention of arguing with her. The simple sense of comfort he felt after mortals survived the catastrophe made him want to lie down, but now there is more to do.

Standing on the edge of the square, he looked down at the wet ramp full of weeds, wide enough for three cars to drive side by side, and at the bottom of the **** was a platform.

There they found a slightly rusty metal grille covering the tunnel.

The engineers have already begun to move, ready to remove the heavy obstacles blocking the entrance of the road through the mountain, Elena will also bring the wizards to participate, Jackson intends to listen to the other side's nagging one more time.

"If we didn't manage to find the switch before you played with your little tricks, I'm afraid only your Holy Father knows what terrible things will happen."

"Thank you Holy Father, then, thanks to you praying for his asylum in time."

Jackson said as politely as possible, although wizards are generally not members of the Kaimon Church.

Then he pointed to the metal grille ten meters wide and six or seven meters high, and said solemnly:

"Can you really take this thing off in one piece?"

"No problem, they are all detachable. And we only need to take apart some of them."

Then the wizards and engineers brought all kinds of tools, clambered down the wet and smooth ramp, and inspected the aqueduct at close range.

Jackson turned around and left the job to the professionals with great satisfaction, still remembering the drastic changes that changed their destiny and the surrounding scenery in his heart.

The lake has disappeared without a trace, replaced by a deep round trough on the hillside. The place under your feet was filled with calm lake water not long ago, and now it is a desolate scene.

The bottom and edges of the **** that had not previously been underwater were covered with thick mud.

Recalling those mottled shrubs that they noticed when they drove on the road leading to the dam, it was in stark contrast with everything that is now stinking around us.

Only a silver-white trickle gently soothed this filthy land, and the river that had been cut off to store water was finally stretched, returning to the past.

After changing the terrain so arrogantly, the water flowing slowly into the pond hit the remaining foundation of the dam and aroused bursts of water, and continued to flow into the river parallel to the road.

Everything in the valley below the dam was gone, and the flood washed away the plants and soil on the bedrock.

Not long ago, the road they passed was shattered, revealing daunting new gray rock formations.

Even if he tends to give it a try, going back the same way will obviously not be the best choice.

Jackson knows that they have temporarily repelled the chasers behind, but never underestimate Oak's resilience. Suddenly appearing in unexpected places seems to be the best course of action for him.

What's more, most of the drowned green skins were rags dressed in miscellaneous soldiers, and he didn't even see a legion's banner.

They may still be besieging Mount Mihir, but soon they should find that the soldiers stationed in the shelters and tunnels are only one-twentieth of the original.

Those soldiers who were willing to sacrifice themselves to stay behind the palace probably won't last long.

"Today is really messy."

Ye Blade, who suddenly appeared beside Jackson, said, his name is Black Wolf, the leader of the whole team of Ye Blade.

The lieutenant general was still immersed in thinking about the harm they had brought to this peaceful land, and did not notice his arrival.

Then Jackson nodded solemnly.

"This is the only way we can defeat the orcs."

The young Ye Blade agreed.

"When we regain the lost land, we can build a new dam."

He predicted, handing Jackson the statistics in his hand.

"The commanders have compiled a list of the dead, do you want to see it?"

As always, the number of people killed was not as bad as Jackson feared, nor was it as good as he had hoped.

After looking at it for a while, when he was about to return the form board, a name caught his attention.

"That old veterinarian was killed?"

Jackson asked, surprised to find that this bad news had a great impact on his mood.

He is almost the most popular person in the bunkers of Mount Mihir. Although he is only a veterinarian and is like a doctor, to be honest, his mission as a military doctor is almost over, but he is still very serious and trustworthy.

He has saved many young lives, and he is also one of the few military doctors who dared to save the wounded directly on the battlefield.