The wilderness hills north of the Falling Blade Temple are covered with dense corpses.

More than 5,000 young and middle-aged centaurs, everyone is a strong and strong body, with distinctly armored blood flag soldiers. They can be regarded as the most organized army of Orgrimmar, and are the culprit armed forces affiliated to the bloodthirsty king Pakens. They are well-equipped, officers and front-line non-commissioned officers have metal chain mails, big swords and sharp rifles covering the key points of their bodies. In Orgrimmar, a community that is infinitely close to the primitive era, it is almost impossible to complete this level of armed forces. Most of these centaur soldiers are well-trained and have high morale. So far, even the cults with no doctrine are full of flaws, the core believers are fearless. However, now, these more than 5,000 centaur soldiers may also be the only seeds left by the blood flag soldiers, and have now become corpses. It is said that they fought to the last one, and none surrendered or escaped.

Perhaps, it is precisely because they are hopeless crazy believers that they do not regard life and death at all. If they were in a normal cold weapon battlefield, these sergeants who were fearless could probably become the core support of tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of troops, and play the role of relying on the entire army. Unfortunately, their unretreatment did not cause any fluctuations to their enemies, which would only allow twenty reapers to plough several rounds of artillery fire in their military formation.

So, the blood flag army of centaurs, which launched a intensive charge towards the Fourth Legion, were first blocked by a dense ferry gun, unable to rush up at all, and then were concentrated by several consecutive rounds of cannons. Their death was naturally quite miserable, and there was almost no even a slightly more complete corpse. It seemed that it had been concentrated by an extraordinary top spellcaster using strategic level destruction magic.

The Alama Trolls Legion consists of 1,500 mountain troll assaulters, as well as 5,000 plain troll hunters and warriors. This is also another major force of the Orgrimmar Cult. Its name is to commemorate the good friend of the bloodthirsty king Pakens during the Mythical Era, the God of Berserks, and the same guardian god of goblins, kowtows and trolls. Of course, like the good friend Pakens, this ancient god is also the follower of Ragbar, the god of tyranny and slavery, one of the three demon kings.

One thousand five hundred mountain trolls are the backbone of the troll legion plus physical output. This creature, whose size is comparable to the most powerful giant subspecies, can easily destroy the array of hundreds of times more than one hundred times more with his enlarged weapons once he has carried all kinds of weapons, even the simplest log stick. You must know that his vitality is stronger than cockroaches, and his fur is ten times stronger than a wild boar covered with ten layers of mud. He can get hundreds of arrows as if nothing is done, and even if his head is cut halfway, he may not die. If he is lucky, he may grow a new one.

Lu Xi always felt that it was not too scientific to have such strong combat power, such a big body, and even eat everything. It is not too scientific to have such strong vitality. But believe it or not, this species already exists. Their IQ is indeed not high, and they are limited to the level of a naughty child of three or five years old. Of course, if a second head grows, they will become super talented spell casters, but this probability is infinitely equivalent to a million prize. Because of this simplicity, they are not afraid of death and are born invincible charge troops.

However, these giants can be shot into hedgehogs by bows and arrows as if nothing had happened. Even if they were stabbed by a repelled gun, they would not die. First, they were shot with a rifled gun from a distance by the elves hunters with rifled guns, and even if they were lucky enough to die, they would be stiff for a long time. Then they were close to the distance, and were bombarded and shot alternately by dwarfs and human guide gunmen. Not to mention trolls, even dragons were torn to pieces by such firepower, it would probably be difficult for them to survive again. In this case, the plain troll hunters who were good at throwing javelins close to the enemy under the cover of their brothers of the same race, it is really difficult for them to get close to the enemy now.

The trolls and centaur legions, as core combat power, were hit head-on, so the goblins and kowtowers who were used to make up the numbers were naturally caught. Although they had reached at least 100,000, as long as they were normal people, they could not pay much attention to their combat effectiveness. A large number of people died in front of the shield walls of dwarves and humans, but they could never make any decisive progress. When the knights of Auckland divided into two groups and launched an attack from behind and on the right, the goblins and kowtowers became the largest pig teammates of the orc army. They ran around in scattered, chaotic and stunning queues of the other orc clans, causing more and more chaos. And we all know that the goal of cannons' favorite harvest is to be confused, confused, and crowded into a group of enemies.

So, after a few more rounds of artillery fire, the orc army, which was already very chaotic, naturally fell into a situation where the entire army was disintegrated. The human, dwarf, and elves also began to move forward and reap the lives of the enemy step by step.

Private Mondson stabbed his spear into the throat of an orc and pulled it out with force. This was the second enemy he killed today. For an ordinary soldier, such a record was actually quite good. He looked at the enemy who was taller than him and stronger than him, covering his fatal vital wound and wailing and falling to the ground. Although he was exhausted and out of breath, he could not hide his excitement and sense of accomplishment. Then, the most ordinary spearman of the Fourth Legion looked at the battlefield around him, and watched his comrades catching orcs who had completely lost their will to fight, as if they were chasing rabbits, there was always a little unrealistic illusion.

You know, more than half a year ago, he was just the youngest son of a farmer's family. Because his parents passed away, his elder brother inherited the small farm at home. He was not like he had been living under his elder brother's house for the rest of his life. He left a remote island with a few fellow villagers, looking for a life. However, he never thought of becoming a soldier. In his 20 years of his life, the biggest animal he had killed was a duck. Like an adult orc, even if he stood only ten meters away from him, he could already scare himself out of possession.

However, now, with the cooperation of his comrades, he can use steady movements to send the spear to the opponent's key points. Not only does he feel that this is his career...

"Life changes people" is such a philosophical saying, Mondson, who has never read a book, naturally cannot say it. However, he now enjoys this feeling very much. According to the standards of the cold weapon era, whether it is skills, mentality or record, he is already considered the best elite soldier.

Of course, this young soldier is still a mortal after all, and there is still a certain gap between the real old fried dough stick who has experienced many battles. While panting, he was actually dazed, and he didn't realize that a plain troll next to him who was not dead had raised half of his body, held up his own gun and wanted to attack.

"Bang!" The crisp gunshot sounded beside him.

The troll's head burst into blood mist, and he really couldn't die anymore.

"Mundson! Do you want to die? You idiot!" A soldier in a simple armored robe ran to him and cursed loudly.

The soldier who woke up from his dream quickly thanked the other party, but did not hide his envious gaze. The other party was only wearing leather armor and cloth robe, which seemed to be much worse than himself wearing leather chain armor, short swords and spears. But now all the soldiers of the Fourth Legion knew that the "big iron pipe" in their hands was much more powerful than the armor and the steel sword. The armored and cloth-clad men holding this thing were completely a symbol of "legion ace elite".

...Of course, why is this thing so powerful? Private Mondson, who has never read a book, doesn't know. He only knows that Rabit, who came out with him, has become a member of the big iron pipe soldier, and he is the most ordinary spearman.

"Don't think about it!" Rabbit slapped the guide gun in his hand proudly: "This thing is a precious thing, not something you, a slutty fool, can serve you!"

"Aren't you just a blacksmith at home? You have money to study in the Holy Temple for two years? What's the matter... Well, it's a little more amazing than me." Mondson was a little unwilling to give up, but he had to admit that Rabit, who was a naughty child of the same age, was indeed a little better than himself in his small village in his hometown.

"I killed two orcs and one troll!" Mondson said with his head held high and his chest. In fact, the troll was killed by him and his comrades in the team. The head was finally counted on the head of the non-commissioned officer. However, even the record of the two orcs was enough for him to play for the rest of his life.

"Hmph, I killed at least five centaur blood flag soldiers and three mountain trolls!" Rabit patted his guide gun, condescendingly and disdainful. Of course, this is actually a bragging, but it sounds more persuasive.

"Did you see the troll over there? Two heads, wearing armor, and holding a staff, you must be a big shot! Come with me!" Rabitt filled his gun chamber and greeted his kid like this: "Kill him, I will count you for four... no, one-third of the credit?"

"Then, such a big guy! How much bonus will you get if you kill it!" The Private looked at a target a hundred meters away from him and couldn't help but even saliva was about to stay.

"...The key is to get promoted! Just think of bounty, you will never make a fortune in your life!" The guide gunman looked at his childhood friend with a heart of dismay and felt the superiority in his pattern and vision again. He had never read many books, but he did not realize that in the past battlefield, such a troll spellcaster with two heads was almost another dimension creature compared to an ordinary soldier. Even if hundreds of people rushed forward, he might die. But now, the guide gun in his hand actually gave him such confidence (or illusion) an ordinary person who was an apprentice of a blacksmith more than half a year ago, but now it is possible to kill a talented spellcaster.

Whether it is faith or illusion, when this fact has happened, the world is changing. However, few people realized this at that time.

The guided gunman Rabit and the spearman Mondson rescued the two-headed troll before they could kill the two-headed troll because the latter was quickly chopped down by several combat puppets whizzing by skateboards, and then they were chopped into meat sauce by the soldiers who rushed up. Even if there were three more heads, they would definitely not survive again. At this time, with a sudden gathering sound behind him, it was an order to order the entire army to stop chasing. Of course, in order to make the soldiers understand more clearly, the commander simply stood on the large puppet, walking on the battlefield, and loudly conveyed the orders from the commander to all parties!

"The whole army stops pursuing! Stop pursuing!" The messenger shouted loudly.

In fact, as early as a minute before the assembly call sounded, cheers like this were resounding on the battlefield.

"The blood flag of the centaur! We seized the blood flag of the centaur, hahaha!"

"Is this the Khan of the Iron Claw Clan? Khan Mora of the Iron Claw Clan? I killed the Iron Claw!"

"Report to the commander, the enemy generals who can confirm the body, including Iron Claws, Flying Teeth, Black Fist, Iron Fang's Khan, Blood Flag Group Commander Tynabos, Alanman Grand Commander and Earthling Shaman Dor, and Taurus Earthling Shaman Rampel..."

Well, the battle has come to this point. The big fish that should be caught are indeed almost the same. There is indeed no need to continue wasting energy and insist on killing the kobolds and goblins.

On the other hand, Lu Xi, who was proud and satisfied, looked at the battlefield without any suspense, looked at the numbers that were soaring in the experience pool, and once again understood the temptation of the "war dividend". He felt that in the future, he might have to maintain the will and moral standards of the TG (generation) level in order to not become a war dealer.

"Congratulations, yourselves, you won again!" Deputy Commander Emon Verander Bart, who was riding on his unicorn, raised his head and congratulated Lu Xi for no choice. Although the unicorn under his crotch was tall, Frus was half shorter than the game Lu Xi was riding now, so he could only look up and speak.

"No, it's our victory! Lord Verander, we almost have to go to China to work, right? At least we can apply for a Silver Meteorite Medal for each officer. As for the two of us, uh, plus Rudolph, we might be able to add one more star on our shoulders when we step on the day of the gold tent."

Is a general under 22 years old? Who can believe it if you say it? Even if you are a monster teacher, you became a great magician at the age of 25, and you have obtained the rank of marshal in the reserve! Although Shiraki's father was inevitably complaining in his heart, he had to admit that there was a great chance that what the other party said was actually, and he was inexplicably about to reach the peak of his career.

You know, being a deputy to Beren Custer is a balance and compromise between federal political forces. Emon Verander was even ready to serve as a punching bag for the other party.

"After this battle, within three months, the orcs will no longer be able to organize a large-scale force and threaten us. Therefore, Mr. Vilanbat, during this period, I want you to choose a suitable place in the Belka Valley to build a castle as a possible place for our country's future garrison."

"Garage?" He was slightly stunned.

"This is more suitable for seizing national interests than occupation after complete destruction." Lu Xi smiled and said, "If you don't understand, you can discuss it with your brother, our new Speaker, Lord Turner. He will definitely understand what I mean."

Uncle Shiraki looked at Lu Xi deeply, showed a strange smile, and nodded slightly.

"In addition, we will try our best to collect the livestock left by the orcs and seize all the remaining soldiers. Of course, the dwarves, elves and Auckland allies will try to scrape the ground three feet, mines, herbs and even the remains of the Gerza people will be their targets to clean up. However, this is what they deserve, and we do not have to be greedy. Please be sure to restrain the soldiers, there is no need to make unhappy with the allies!"

"The official understands! Please rest assured."

Lu Xi was of course relieved. The elderly in the Violet family are all political animals, so they are actually the most skilled in handling this matter.

"Then, at the latest, I will lead the southern cluster across the Mubohair River to arrive before the end of summer! Then, let's end the fortune of Orgrimmar together." Lu Xi said.

"May the guidance of the Holy See of Paras, the goddess of war, be with you!"

Lu Xi, who had talked and laughed face to face with Sister Palas, and she also left a commemoration on her forehead, said that it was not just the goddess of war and wisdom, but all the beautiful big sisters in the sky were guiding her.

"Wait slowly, Parkens, we will definitely have a break within this year!"
Chapter completed!