Archdemon

Huo Ling stayed on a hill in the land of chaos.

He did not participate in the battlefield. The troops under his command were already overwhelming for this area.

He was here to guard against possible legendary enemies and stop them at the first time.

He was not alone here, there were also a group of people around him.

These were envoys from various families, and they could be regarded as a military observation group.

Huo Ling never concealed his combat intentions. Although he did not require all families to send troops, they also wanted to know how far the war had gone.

So this group of military observation groups came into being, and Huo Ling also brought them with him as an advertisement for himself.

They were on the mountain, looking at the two armies confronting each other below.

On one side was a large but unsatisfactory tribal coalition, and on the other side were goblin soldiers with a tight formation.

Facing this tribal coalition, Ren Jingchen mobilized two nearby goblin combat divisions, namely the Akainu City Type A First Combat Division and the Type B Third Combat Division.

At the same time, there was a skeleton cavalry combat regiment, 1,500 silver-level skeleton cavalry, which was mobilized by Ren Jingchen for support. Their main role was to chase after the infantry after they defeated the enemy.

With such a power comparison, the tribe's military advantage was completely useless. Their strength was weaker and they would be completely crushed by the goblins.

The members of the various observation groups on the mountain were concentrating on watching the battlefield below.

On the command platform of the central army, the senior commander of the combat division continued to issue the latest combat orders.

The combat orders were passed to the grassroots commanders, who encouraged the morale of the soldiers.

Originally, although the soldiers of these combat divisions had undergone rigorous training, they had never been on a real battlefield after all.

Now it is completely different. They have participated in wars before. Although they were all crushing victories, they also let them see the bloody battlefield.

Now these soldiers no longer have the fear of the battlefield. Instead, they are eager for victory and the desire for rewards after victory.

On the command platform, the commander of the Type A combat division looked at the enemy's deployment through the scene displayed by the spellcaster and smiled:

"It seems that these natives are not going to take the initiative to attack. Well, pass my order: start the attack!"

The combat staff quickly passed the order.

"Woo!"

The melodious war horn sounded, and the goblin soldiers, like sleeping beasts, immediately woke up.

The soldiers prepared their equipment and began to move towards the enemy under the leadership of the officers.

On the side of the tribal coalition, looking at the enemy approaching slowly like an iron wall, the front line began to have waves of small commotions.

On the side of the tribal coalition, there are also a large number of apprentice-level soldiers, whose strength and morale are not very good.

Behind the tribal army, there are several strong men, all of whom are saint-level strong men, the patriarchs of various tribes or powerful elders.

A strong pigman saint looked at the goblin soldiers who were gradually advancing with an ugly face.

He gnashed his teeth and said, "How can these green-skinned dwarves have such high strength and such good equipment!"

"Damn bastards!"

The pigman roared angrily. He could clearly sense the strength of these goblins. Each of them was above the black iron level, and even half of them had the strength of the silver level.

And there were a total of 20,000 such soldiers!

The pigman already felt panic in his heart.

"What should we do?" The voice of a centaur sanctuary was low, and he was also undecided.

"What should we do? We can't escape. Now we can only fight. We are not afraid of the Orc Empire. Now we are afraid of these goblins?"

The speaker was a half-orc sanctuary. He committed a serious crime in the Orc Empire and fled to this chaotic land.

The world is so big, but for this half-orc sanctuary, there is no place to go.

"Kill them out. I want to see how many sanctuaries these green-skinned dwarves can have!" The half-orc sanctuary grinned.

The fundamental reason why the Land of Chaos can exist under the oppression of the Orc Clan is that there are many strong people here.

There are strong people who grew up locally, and there are also those who committed crimes and ran away from the Orc Empire.

Over time, the proportion of strong people here is far higher than the normal state.

Compared with the proportion of strong people, their low-level power is much weaker.

The reason is also very simple. Strong people will not appear out of thin air. The stronger they are, the more serious their siphoning of resources will be.

The more resources the strong have, the more resources the weak can obtain.It is normal to have fewer.

There are ten Saints in this tribal coalition, and the strength of each one is above the standard line.

After the fierce battle on the front line, these Saints flew up from the back, with powerful power, and rushed to the back of the goblin army from the air. They wanted to behead them.

But neither the commander of the combat division on the command platform nor Huo Ling on the mountain not far away was nervous about this scene.

The commander on the command platform is also Huo Ling's brother-in-law, and his sister is also one of Huo Ling's wives.

In order to make a name for himself as a transformed goblin warrior, Huo Ling naturally cannot allow any accidents to happen in this battle.

As a legendary wizard, he has long known how many Saints are hidden on the opposite side. It is completely courting death to compete with him in the number of strong men.

He directly threw another twenty Saints in the army. This time, he will let the enemy know what is pressure and what is crushing.

"Die!" The Orcs' Sanctuary stared at the command platform under the defensive shield with a whistling sound.

But before he could get close, twenty powerful forces erupted around him.

Death Guards and Vanguards rose into the sky one by one.

"What!"

"Damn it!"

"Run!"

The expressions on the faces of the Sanctuaries of the tribal coalition changed drastically at this moment. They looked at the Sanctuary Undeads that appeared around them in horror.

The war was about to break out, and thirty Sanctuaries broke out in a fierce battle in the sky.

Countless powerful martial arts collided fiercely in the sky. The Sanctuary Undeads were silent, but their attacks firmly locked the enemy's weaknesses.

Each Sanctuary of the tribal coalition had to face a two-on-one situation, and the strength of these Sanctuary Undeads was not weak, and each one was as strong as them.

When besieged, these Sanctuaries had only one way to go, which was defeat. The only difference was how long they could hold on.

Not long after the war began, some members of the tribal coalition's sanctuary wanted to escape.