The Dean Has Arrived

The war began without suspense.

Of course, it is far from reaching the stage of the meat grinder where the main force confronts the **** and the corpse is blood flowing into a river.

What I have to say is just an outpost now.

Whether it is the Salvation Army or the Abyssal Alliance, they are trying to draw the front to a terrain that is beneficial to their side while testing each other.

An arrow pierced the air and inserted a sharp sound straight into the orc's head. The instant high pressure caused the orc's head to explode like a smashed watermelon, red and white mucus. splash.

The other orcs yelled and hid behind the ruins, using the ruins left over from the era of the Night Demon as shelter.

The Salvation Army’s outposts are basically not humans, and all are centered on extremely fast-moving centaur and elves.

Judging from Xiwei’s eyes, these two races have well implemented the cross phalanx of our ancestors, the enemy advancing and retreating, the enemy retreating and I chasing, the enemy’s stationing and harassing, and the enemy’s fatigue. The few hairy orcs are completely harassed and completely bald...

And ordinary orcs are not the opponents of these two races that can be called the pride of heaven. Once encounters are encountered, if the number is not twice theirs, the whole army will be wiped out.

Regarding this point, the orcs' ability to reproduce comparable to lemmings has played a role. So far, the Abyssal Alliance, which has been used by orcs, has not lacked manpower...

In addition, terrain is also very important.

For example, the enemy they encountered this time was a centaur, in general. The combat effectiveness of the centaur on the grassland is so strong that it flies, and the bow and arrow charge heroically, almost omnipotent.

But in this kind of ruined ruins area, it can well limit the combat effectiveness of those centaur.

The ruined walls can be used to obstruct the vision, as a cover to avoid arrows, and can also limit the centaur's charge and trap their strongest iron hoof to the death!

Gulu snorted, and simply remembered in his head how his elder had told them before the expedition.

It picked up the dirty beast fur on its body, wiped it on the extremely sharp stone axe, and then slowly poked its head to take a look. He quickly retracted.

It was almost the same instant. An arrow flew past the last hair on its head and penetrated deeply into the opposite wall-you know that the wall that can go through so many years without being weathered has more or less received it. The guardian of the magic enchantment created by the night demons, even if it is too long. A lot of its magic is lost. But it can also defend against most attacks...

However, this arrow is like shooting wood. Embed it easily.

Although Gulu's simple brain can't figure out what it means, the first sense of crisis that comes from instinct still makes it understand that he was almost killed just now—just like he just died with a headshot. The same as its brother.

From time to time, my compatriots screamed before they died.

Guru didn't feel much about the death of his compatriots. One is that the brain is too simple to deal with the feeling of sadness, and the other is that it has lived in a place where the weak and the strong can die at any time.

What it thinks now is purely based on survival derived from biological instincts.

According to those terrible people in black, the totem drawn on it shone and wailed, threw away the axe in his hand, raised his own claw and took a bite. Under the stimulation of blood, it The whole person cried out in pain, clutching his throat.

Its body hair covered its body, its sharp claws and canine teeth became longer and longer, and it seemed as if an ancestral phenomenon had occurred, from a barely humanoid creature to a monster with its tail completely withdrawn.

As the pain gradually disappeared, it was replaced by a feeling of full power that surged like a fountain, overwhelming its lack of reason.

After a long scream at the sun that hadn't set, there were a lot of accommodating screams around. It seems that besides it, there are other orcs who have also launched this ancestral power.

Leaping out from the back of the bunker, they began to let go and ran wildly on all fours. The target was the centaur that was pulling bows and arrows.

It has to be said that these guys have made considerable progress in both power and speed after the beastization, and the bloodthirsty aura that has never moved forward has made the centaur of the Warfire Tribe a little uneasy.

But this kind of anxiety disappeared completely after seeing their patriarch, the recognized **** of war by the mountain centaur, and the centaur hero Ares.

No one can beat Ares in hand-to-hand combat! Even hundreds of mad orcs!

"Ula--!"

Ares raised his warhammer, his rear hoofs forcefully, his front hoofs raised, and after a stroke in the air, the whole person rushed out suddenly, toward those who had killed more than half of them even in the first wave of arrows, but There were still more orcs than centaur rushing over!

Under his leadership, all the centaurs put away their bows and arrows, took out their melee weapons, and started charging together.

Those with shields also used weapons to beat their shields, making a loud drum-like noise to invigorate themselves.

Fortunately, those orcs had already lost their minds and rushed out from behind the bunker like a death squad, otherwise it would not be easy to kill them in densely ruined places.

As soon as it touched, Ares’s warhammer continued its charge, and directly smashed the two orcs who looked a little like hyenas into the air. After drawing a standard parabola in the sky, they smashed the ruins and broken walls. The bones of the whole body cannot die anymore.

Then he lifted the weight and wielded a half-ton warhammer, smashing the orcs who tried to pounce on him into meat patties one by one, and at the same time nailed the hoof of the special hoof ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Those orcs stepped on mud!

Although not every centaur can be as brave and powerful as Ares, every centaur who can be selected to participate in the final battle is a resounding Chinese in the clan!

The battle lasted only more than ten minutes, and the orcs were wiped out.

And the centaur was only slightly injured by some people.

"Master Ares, we found the trail of a dark wizard half a mile away to the west." A centaur scout ran to report to Ares, who closed his eyes and calmed down.

"Continue to investigate and be sure to grasp their whereabouts. Remember to be careful. Those things are not strong in combat, but they are a bit too weird."

Ares frowned and said loudly.

"Telling!"

What the centaur didn't know was that not far away, a legendary great mage from the future was also leading his mercenary team toward them. (To be continued... ps: There should be another chapter later...