Lightning Storm!

The moment the magical aura soared into the sky, the strong wind surged, the mountains and forests roared, and the clear sky suddenly gathered, dark clouds were like tides, and chain-shaped lightning crisscrossed.

This scene is like a natural disaster.

This is the ability of the caster. The more enemies they have, the more room they can play. As long as the strategy is right, a great wizard can even destroy a legion.

"Hold on the front line!"

With the roar of the human commander, people shuttled through each other. As the sound of armor colliding, hard shields were clanged up. With the centre of the crossbows, they built a high metal wall with twinkling light.

This army, totaling one thousand, was injured by the black dragon's surprise attack, and then 300 cavalry units were divided into chasing the black dragon.

Next, Roy took half of his soldiers away and raided the Stone Crow clan.

So how many professional soldiers are left behind in the left-behind position? A simple math problem, at most, there will be no more than 250 people in this place.

Caesar's decision was undoubtedly correct. This was the best time for orcs to fight in the current situation. The opportunity was fleeting, but it was captured by the black dragon.

Energy swims, and the lightning storm has been brewing for a long time. Finally, fork-shaped lightning with a breath of destruction roars.

This is the strongest spell that Sf can cast at present. Just this move almost drained the mana in his body.

Its power is worthy of its responsibilities.

The first time the chain lightning arrived, the human defensive positions exploded like boiling oil pans. They were immediately defeated and shattered by the violent lightning chains.

The soldiers who arrived at the front line of spells suffered immeasurable losses.

At least fifty people were shot dead on the spot, and the survivors also lost their ability to move. The electric current wandered on their bodies covered by armor, causing them to spasm and smell like raw meat.

An unparalleled thunder strike caused the garrison to lose the power of nearly one hundred soldiers.

However, this terrifying "lightning storm" was finally blocked by them. The soldiers received the order to guard the bed crossbow. So far, the crosses of heavy weapons have been safe and sound.

At this time, the army had transformed from a defensive array to an offensive melee formation. The elite soldiers had red eyes, holding the shields and swords in their hands tightly, staring at the tall and ferocious orcs wearing heavy armor.

There is no other way. More than 80 orc warriors must confront the elite human soldiers who are twice their number.

"Now, it's our turn."

The army commander waved his arm and pointed his sword forward: "Counterattack!"

"For the glory of Brando!"

"For the Stone Clan!"

The human roar and the orcs roar were mixed together, turning into an immortal war song, mixed with a squeaking soundtrack - it was the sound of the heavy crossbow adjusting its aim!

"Bang!"

With a glimpse of the glimpse, a bloody orc who had been fighting to death had not yet seen clearly, his thick breastplate was chiseled into pieces, and a huge wound was blown out on his back, and he was stabbed into pieces.

The thick heavy crossbow gun continued to cast a speed, and the orcs flew back seven or eight meters, nailed to a huge dead tree, and then continued to tremble and stop moving forward.

"roar!"

The orcs roared. They had strong vitality and did not die immediately even if they were injured. He looked painful and terrifying, but he still held the iron axe tightly in his hand, struggling to launch an attack, but was eventually chopped off by the human soldier.

No wonder the Black Dragon was deeply impressed by this thing and was obsessed with it. It was the ultimate weapon with armor-breaking enchantment. As long as it was slightly scratched, it would cause an orc to lose all its combat power.

Even though he was as strong as Caesar, he felt that he was about to be hit by three arrows by this thing. Although those arrows failed to hit him, the Black Dragon's body was seriously restricted.

The three thick and terrifying armor-breaking crossbow guns are still hanging on the black dragon.

If this situation continues, the orcs will definitely finish playing, and they will lose the rice if they steal chickens and are killed by human garrisons.

Fortunately, they also have strategic weapons that are not inferior to armor-breaking crossbows.

Sff narrowed his eyes and covered his head in his worn hood. He was quickly building a spell model and doing his best to start casting the next large-scale lethal spell.

The battle just started and it quickly heated up to white-hot, and the number of people on both sides was rapidly decreasing.

——

A familiar scene was also staged in another place, and war became the main theme of the wilderness. On the other side, Roy's cavalry was also fighting Caesar in a colorful way.

"roar!"

The huge black dragon flapped its wings, and the corrosive acid poured down like rain. Although Caesar's acid breathing is not much stronger than that of his kind, it can also cause considerable harm to metal products such as armor and weapons.

He controlled the spitting method and tried to strengthen the coverage and density. Even if there were great mage-level casters in the opponent's troops, it would be difficult to sustain if they wanted to create such a large-scale shield for a long time.

Today, Caesar is at a high altitude very far from the ground.

At such a long distance, it is difficult for him to use flames and frost to cause harm to humans. These two breaths will dissipate on a large scale in the air and cannot form truly effective lethality.

There is another breath for him. The acid liquid will also escape in the air, but due to its own nature, its power will not only not decrease, but will also be enhanced.

The acid breath turns into acid rain in the air, covering the target area on a large scale, causing continuous damage to the human cavalry.

"This is a good idea."

Caesar thought of using his body to fight against high-altitude turbulence and keeping his flight stable.

It is worth mentioning that as the contact time extends, Caesar discovered another weakness that humans cannot avoid: physical strength.

Even if these soldiers are well-trained and strong, due to racial factors, their upper limit is only so high, and their physical strength is their ceiling. Apart from some special cases of the gods, it is impossible for humans to compare with powerful orcs in this category, let alone compete with dragons.

Now after such a long period of fierce battle, both these cavalry and the war horses under their crotch have gradually shown signs of fatigue and no longer at their peak.

Of course, the opponent is not a fool. This cavalry unit has realized the crux of the problem and has begun to retreat and leave, preparing to return to the position to regroup.

But the black dragon would never let them leave so easily at this time. If possible, Caesar even wanted to transfer the female orcs from the Trudeau Basin to fight Roy's army 24 hours a day.

The balance of war tilts left and right, and the identities of hunters and prey seem to be about to be reversed.
Chapter completed!