The Great Conqueror

The two sides have their own strengths, and it was a joy to fight, but the monsters outside the valley were miserable. They were repeatedly ravaged by the war songs of faith of the lords and priests.

The other orc warriors in the valley were at peace. As Arthur's war song gradually stabilized, and after a few blasts, they basically adapted to the impact of the banshee's scream, at least they would no longer feel the uncomfortable feeling just now.

Only then did they realize that there was such a person as Arthur.

The two sides yelled at each other for half an hour, but in the end, the silver-eyed banshee died down first, stopped screaming, turned around and retreated to the ice crystal platform, and wrapped herself tightly in purple ice crystals.

night falls...

The day's exploration finally came to an end.

A huge pile of flames was lit near the mouth of the valley. There were several piles of bonfires, and people sat around to discuss the matter of dealing with the silver-eyed banshee while warming the fire.

Forte, the wild beast warrior of the Tago tribe from the province of God's Grace stood up first and said, "Damn it, everyone has seen what happened today, and a single force is definitely not enough. I, Forte, want to ask here, do you want to win this battle or leave in despair?"

Forte was the first among the masters to jump out and attack the silver-eyed banshee during the day. His bravery also convinced others, so although it was not polite to stand up and speak, no one had any objections.

Moreover, at this time, the topic involved the honor of the orc clan, and no one would consider himself a softie who wanted to escape.

The golden lion Murphy glanced at it, and said slowly, "Of course the task is completed." His voice stopped for a moment, and he continued to analyze calmly in a deep voice.

"I don't know what everyone thinks. No matter who wins, he represents the south of us. You know, there are not only those from the imperial capital, but also those from the north who went to the imperial capital for special training. In the past... they all called us soft-legged shrimps in the south... Are you willing? I am not reconciled." With the last few words, this always calm lion fiddled with the fire in front of him.

"Fuck it!" A thunderous voice sounded, Beamon warrior Quark.

Several strong performers with eye-catching performances obviously expressed their support. At this point, it is impossible to retreat.

"I think everyone should kill the silver-eyed banshee together. As for who gets the beast core and who gets the qualification, everything is up to fate. At least as a beast warrior, we should first unite and kill the monster in front of us!"

Zou Liang stood up and said, obviously, his performance during the day had earned him enough respect as an "unknown soldier", and the soldier's quietness showed this.

Not everyone is qualified to stand up and speak.

If you don't destroy the silver-eyed banshee, you are ashamed of the word brave, so what's the right to qualify? What glory are you talking about?

I'm afraid I won't even be able to lift my head when I see the imperial capital and those guys from the north.

Those present are all elites of the younger generation, with their own arrogance, dignity and blood!

Soon, the opinions were unified.

Never look back until you kill the silver-eyed banshee.

Then, there is only one thing left to do - unite! Abandoning the geographical barriers of all cities and provinces, only by truly sincere cooperation can everyone's strength be maximized, and this challenge can be completed!

This night is destined to be a busy one, all the masters are discussing nervously, to see how to match and combine to exert the greatest power.

A few miles away from the temporary gathering place of the bonfire, Dany, who was sitting on the top of the mountain and blowing the evening breeze, had a smile on her lips.

"A group of idiots, finally sensible, a little looking forward..."

The light of dawn spilled through the purple clouds and cast a pale gold on the ground.

There was a sudden roar in the valley. It was a certain priest doing morning exercises—hanging his throat.

The silver-eyed banshee was quarreled by these little ants, and her eyes were flickering with irritability. These little ants that harassed his peace hadn't left all night, which was beyond his expectation.

More than twenty fighters stood lined up on the shore of the lake. There are fourteen strongest main attackers, and seven or eight weaker ones are reserved.

After a night of discussion, everyone has a mature tactic, and they work together according to their respective strengths.

The first to stand up was Forte.

With his stunning performance yesterday, everyone agreed that he was the first one to show the vigor of an orc.

Forte stood on the ice, his upper body bare, showing his gnarled muscles.

He turned his head and glanced back, and said with a chuckle: "Today we are also comrades-in-arms, and we will see how I perform later."

Today is no better than yesterday. Yesterday was a temptation. You can advance or retreat. Today is the real thing.

Those who chose to stand up at this time and prepare to attack the silver-eyed banshee have already put life and death behind them.

"Brother, please!" someone said behind him.

Forte didn't look back, with a conceited smile on the corner of his mouth, his body fell down, he looked up to the sky, and roared.

Berserkers, charge!

Lao Tzu is a warrior of the orc race——Folte the Wild Beast!

The animal-shaped monster roared, moving its limbs along the ice and approaching the silver-eyed banshee.

The first person to attack is not only a sharp knife, but also attracting the attention and hatred of the silver-eyed banshee, so he has a heavy responsibility.

Forte did not rush and fight like yesterday. After all, he is the most familiar with fighting on the ice. He moves his body more intelligently, uses his best Beastmaster Dance to gallop and drift at a certain distance, draws circles, and looks for a route that can approach the silver-eyed banshee. Obviously, the silver-eyed banshee is more cunning than yesterday.

It's promotion is in sight. Yesterday, it deliberately teased these prey for fun, because it was afraid that they would run away. As long as it eats these guys, it can immediately advance!

Never underestimate the desire of a lord level monster!

Forte was annoyed by walking around the silver-eyed banshee for a long time. Yesterday's tactic made him try to disturb the silver-eyed banshee and attract its attention.

Is it almost disturbing?

With Fortey's impatient character, he didn't have that much patience to waste any more, he had to get closer.

With a low growl and a kick on his hind legs, the ice surface exploded, and the beast warrior picked up his speed all of a sudden, and rushed towards the silver-eyed banshee from the side like lightning!

Let's fight!

Wild beasts like to go straight.

A hint of cunning flashed in the eyes of the silver-eyed banshee, her long snake tail squirmed, pushing the body of the silver-eyed banshee to lie on the ice, and a bright red claw was inserted into the ice.

boom! !

A huge ice crystal pillar as high as two meters suddenly shot out from the ground.

Not one or two, but densely bouncing up, as if the ice suddenly turned into a hedgehog!

Beast warrior Forte, fearless!

There was an anthropomorphic sneer on the face of the ferocious giant beast, instead of slowing down, it accelerated and rushed, almost instantly rushing to the ice crystal.

——The Dance of Wild Beasts!

The giant beast's limbs are flying like wheels, and it moves forward like lightning! quick! quick! !

With violent power and speed, Forte has reached a peak.

However, the other masters who were standing on the shore waiting for the opportunity to make a move were a little worried, and Forte became a little impatient.

boom! Boom!

The shattered ice exploded. From the sky, I saw that the giant beast was advancing crazily. It pierced through the first barrier of the Silver-eyed Banshee like lightning. Just when it rushed to a flat area, suddenly, ice picks and thorns pierced the smooth surface again!

active!

Like canine teeth, constantly popping out and indenting.

Caught off guard, Forte let out a loud roar, and his palms and soles were instantly pierced with several blood holes.

This was just the beginning of the silver-eyed banshee's revenge. Countless sharp cones were stabbed and retracted. The next moment a huge ice ball fell from the sky and hit Forte straight!

"Oops!"

The orcs were surprised. They didn't expect that they would discuss a joint cooperation, and the attack style of the monsters would also change. Become more cunning and more murderous!

The black lion Lelaon, who was attacking in the back, couldn't help taking a step forward. This kind of scene challenged his patience. He thought it would be great to rush forward, but after all, everyone agreed with Priest Arthur's idea. Alas, the priest is just a toss and trouble.

Everyone's hearts were raised, and they sweated for the injured Fortey.

In the blink of an eye, a roar was suddenly heard from the wild beast Forte, starting from the big tendons on the back, to the waist, to the thighs, to the arms, each one tensed and trembled! Like a bowstring drawn tight.

Forte's best muscle control!

The blood holes on the soles of his hands and feet shrank instantly, and he forcibly closed the wounds with his muscular strength.

But, it's too late!

Before he could react to evade, a huge snowball with a diameter of three meters hit his body with a bang.

"Let's go, Forte can't hold it anymore!" The black lion Lie Laang narrowed his eyes, revealing a murderous look.

It was agreed yesterday that Fortey was the first to attract the attention of the silver-eyed banshee with his experience in fighting on the ice, and then everyone attracted the attack one by one, first dispersing the silver-eyed banshee as much as possible, and then the five strongest people launched a combined killing attack.

Arthur shook his head, and waited for the black lion to glance, "He will definitely be able to, archer, go!"

The eight archers, including Sophie, were on board. Their task was to restrain, not to fight directly. Sophie spread her wings, showing her sharpest side, and a series of sharp arrows shot directly at the place where the silver-eyed banshee must attack.

Sophie didn't express dissatisfaction with sharing such a task with her extremely powerful attacking power. On the contrary, she made the best cooperation and understood the meaning of this whole set of tactics. It can be said that she, who was born in the Bismai family, appreciated such a plan even more.

Team combat is not a performance by one person. Sometimes sacrifices must be made for the overall attack, so that the maximum strength of the group can be brought into play.

Sure enough, the silver-eyed banshee's spell was disturbed, giving Forte a breather, but Forte did not disappoint everyone, and successfully approached more than ten meters.

Today's silver-eyed banshee is obviously different, but today's orc warriors are also prepared.

The battle is officially launched, with multiple lines of attack and points of containment.

Sophie and the Igo tribe archer Santa Febo from Shenyao Province led the other six archers to take turns to shoot, and the arrow rain shot a wave almost every once in a while. And it was the moment when the silver-eyed banshee was preparing to fight back, shooting at its eyes or head and neck, disrupting its rhythm and attempts.

These archers are the best in the four southern provinces, and their archery skills are absolutely fast, accurate and ruthless!