Chapter 268: Holy Light City, Reinforcements (III)

The silence on the Holy Light City is desperate silence, with the cold wind, and the blood from many warriors' wounds has condensed into ice. In such weather, humans cannot compare with orcs in any way. Even if the orcs have no armor and their fur, they are much better than humans in defense and warmth.

What's more, how many years have the orcs lived in the extreme northern wasteland? They have long been adapting to the cold.

Once the human warriors are injured, it will be difficult for them to protect themselves in their clothes and armor, especially in the fierce battle. Who can do it?

The previous war was so fierce that the soldiers were in a state of excitement. However, after the orc army retreated half an hour ago, the cold gradually became a more powerful weapon. The blood at the wound began to freeze, especially the Milan warriors who were injured in the limbs. In this short half hour, a large number of wounded non-combat reductions.

Although they are about to face only 100,000 enemies, these 100,000 are the elite among the orcs, the lions of the Golden Legion and the tigers of the White Tiger Legion. They have the most excellent equipment in the entire orc world. With powerful combat power, how to compete without a magician in Milan.

Dragoons? Dragoons had been exhausted in previous battles, and almost all dragon cavalry generals of all levels died, and only a very small number of seriously injured survived. Although they also caused huge damage to the enemy, everything in the City of Holy Light also quietly passed away in this war of unbalanced quantity.

The Golden Legion and the White Tiger Legion are getting closer and closer to the Holy Light City. The golden lion hair, the white tiger skin with black patterns in the white, the cold eyes of Senyou, the bloodthirsty breath and fishy smell all represent their determination to kill.

Maldini knew that everything would end. The soldiers of the Northern Legion could no longer withstand this wave of attacks from the orcs. Although the Holy Light City became empty because of Qin City, he did not hate Qin City. Who would have expected that Falan would suddenly send troops? What's more, if it weren't for Qin City, the Milan Empire might have been destroyed long ago.

The depressed atmosphere condensed over the City of Holy Light, and Maldini shouted to the sky with his completely hoarse voice, "Milan soldiers. Let us use the last drop of blood to defend the security of the motherland. A real man was born into a horse and wrapped in a corpse. I, Maldini. Be proud of you. The Northern Legion has no cowards. Even if we bite it with our teeth, we will recover the final price."

One weapon after another slowly raised up on the top of the city. Faced with this situation of lifelessness, the Milan soldiers had no chance of luck. They had only one idea in their minds: kill one enough to earn one, kill two people to earn one. In such a showdown between races, when both sides suffered such heavy casualties, once the Holy Light City was destroyed, they would never be spared. Since this is the case, it would be better to kill more enemies.

At this time, the Golden Legion and the White Tiger Legion were less than twenty miles away from the Holy Light City. The neat footsteps began to make the city walls of the Holy Light City tremble slightly.

Maldini straightened his back, even if he died, he would still die. The already mottled heavy sword in his hand slowly raised, which was already the last power of the old man.

At this moment, suddenly, the pace of the Golden Legion and the White Tiger Legion rushing slowed down.

At the beginning, Maldini thought that there was something wrong with his vision, but soon he realized that he was not wrong. The speed of the Golden Legion and the White Tiger Legion not only slowed down, but had even stopped at this time. He could clearly see that the eyes of the lions and tigers were not looking at the Holy Light City, but at the sky behind the Holy Light City.

Resisting the pain all over his body, Maldini slowly turned around and saw a scene that he could never forget.

A huge fusiform object floated out of thin air. Behind it, there were thousands of huge figures like clouds and sunshine. Then behind it was the Three Thousand-angle Eagle Knight.

The huge figure in front was actually a huge bone dragon. Especially the seven flying in the front. The bones reflected different magical elements of light. Next to more than a thousand bone dragons, there were two hundred giant dragons. Although most of these giant dragons were covered with scars, their spirits were particularly excited. The huge waves of magical elements were violently rhythmic with their appearance. This huge dark cloud flew over the Holy Light City in the slanting sunset.

"Master Marshal Maldini, thank you for your hard work. Let's leave the rest to our Qincheng." Ye Yinzhu's voice came from the Qindi aircraft carrier. The next moment, the familiar white figure of Maldini had appeared in the air. He embraced the guqin, and his handsome face released a faint coldness, floating like a god.

Qincheng won, this was the first thought in Maldini's mind. Only by winning the battle with Farlan, can Qincheng soldiers appear here. Although Maldini doesn't know where those bone dragons come from, from the scarred dragons, you can understand how tragic the battle between Qincheng and Farlan is.

At this moment, Maldini seemed to have been ten years old, and she burst into tears. The heavy sword in her hand finally fell to the ground, "Ye Yinzhu, you are still back."

Yes, Qincheng is back, and it is not just the Air Force who came back. The city gates of the Holy Light City, which were attacked by two major orc tribes for a day, were slowly opened. Tall figures slowly walked out of the city, and with firm and majestic steps, forcibly knocked open the orc corpse in front of the city and stepped onto the battlefield.

The Behemoth, the pride of the orcs, and the invincible existence of Lu Zhan, once again came to the battlefields of Thunder Hammer Fortress and the Holy Light City in the extreme wasteland. However, this time they no longer represent the Thunder Tribe.

In addition to the injured, Zi brought all the Behemoth Behemoth Warriors, more than 600 Behemoths, and slowly stepped onto the battlefield under the leadership of three Platinum Behemoth Kings. The leader was Zi's brother, Santos, the former Behemoth King of the Thor Tribe.

Following the Bemon Legion, the Death Dragon Wolf Knights and the Amethyst Legion came out of the Holy Light City one after another. The wounded stayed in Qin City, and those who could come here were intact combat power.

Guti and Jokore stood at the forefront of their ace legion. At this moment, the hearts of the two tribe chiefs completely fell to the bottom. Qincheng finally came, and at the same time, the four major beasts in the legendary orcs came. Under the protection of the Amethyst Legion, Zi, Gracis, Ming, Shin and Lei appeared at the same time.

Santos roared to the sky, "Guti, I didn't expect that Santos is back again. It's time to repay what you owe to our family."

The Bemon Behemoth Legion slowly separated to the sides. Zi came to Santos like stars holding the moon under the escort of the divine beasts. Looking at Guti on the opposite side, his mood was as turbulent as waves.

How many years have you been? Since you escaped from Thunder Hammer Fortress until now, you can finally come back with dignity.

Looking at the plains where corpses were everywhere, Zi's eyes became colder and colder. Hundreds of thousands of lives fell like this. Zi suddenly felt discouraged. He no longer wanted to kill again, nor did he want to see the orcs die in his hands.

"Guti, Jokore, you can take your own life." Zi's voice was colder than the temperature in the extreme northern wasteland. The plain words spread throughout the battlefield. Not only did the Holy Light City hear clearly, but Guti and the soldiers around Jokore also heard clearly.

Guti's whole body trembled, looked up at the Qindi Ye Yinzhu who was staring at the sky, looked at the huge bone dragons and giant dragons, and then looked at the hundreds of Bimon beasts and thousands of high-level monsters in front of him. He had no hope in his heart.

Slowly, Guti walked out of the Golden Legion, straightened his chest and walked towards the battlefield step by step. The appearance of the Qincheng warriors here can only prove one problem. Falan was defeated. Randias naturally also defeated. The three orc tribes led by him could not escape the fate of defeat.

Looking around, Guti suddenly found that his heart was empty, and the bodies of each tribe seemed to be releasing a strong resentment.

Why is this? It’s all because of myself. After years of war, even he himself can’t remember how many tribe members died on the battlefield.

"Brother Guti, you..." Jokol's anxious voice came from the White Tiger Legion, and the tiger king came to Guti with great strides.

Guti glanced at Jokol lightly, his lion's eyes dimmed.

Jokol whispered anxiously: "Brother Guti, let our brothers cut off the back, and we can still leave immediately. No matter how strong the Amethyst is, it will take time to annihilate our most elite 100,000 people. As long as we leave the battlefield and leave the fortress, we will have a day to make a comeback."

Zi naturally saw the Lion King and Tiger King who came out of the two legions, and his eyes were flashing coldly, "Guti, do you think that our tribe is not dead enough? Do you have to have the orcs die so that you can feel at ease?"

Guti's body trembled slightly, and he looked at Jokol beside him with a dull look, "We no longer have the chance to make a comeback. The legend is correct. Perhaps, only under the leadership of Amethyst Bemon can our tribe members become stronger and let the orcs stand again in the forest of powerful people in the Longqinus continent."
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