Under the guidance of Eleanor, the human coalition fought with passion and hatred. The arrival of Miss Priest meant the arrival of victory. However, the orc army on the battlefield still did not give up. Perhaps both sides would still need to pay hundreds or even thousands of lives.
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Everyone can feel that the orcs are less confident, they are not so strong, and they are not so energetic. Facing the human offensive, more and more orcs are subconsciously turning their attention to their khan.
Tujin's face was as dark as water, and the orc Great Khan could no longer fully focus on the battlefield. From time to time, he looked back at the soaring flames of the distant camp.
What's worse is that he can't feel Gruumsh's power anymore.
The essence of the Ancestral Soul Army is actually a deal with the Orc Lord. Through his own commitment and the persuasion of God Queen Ruseko, Tujin finally made Gruumsh agree to the deal: Tujin used his powerful power to
Conquer and kill to please Gruumsh, and use the growth and prosperity of his race to provide Gruumsh with enough energy. In exchange, Gruumsh allows some of the orc ancestors related to Tujin's bloodline to be separated from his underworld army.
The soul helps him fight.
Gruumsh is a powerful god of chaotic evil. Among her priesthood are the fields of "war" and "conquering" the "orcs". It is difficult to please her, and it is easy to say easy.
Unlike many orc warchiefs, Tujin is a very thoughtful orc leader. He has his own ideas. Since the Holy Catastrophe, he has been paying close attention to the nearby area. He unified a large number of orc tribes and conquered
One by one, he could have become the king of the Rockland, but he didn't. On the contrary, he endured for more than two years, until the ancient red dragon appeared, until the opportunity for the goblin war came.
He seized this most precious opportunity and signed a contract with the vengeful ancient red dragon. He became the biggest winner in the goblin war. His tribe occupied a sacred land and lived a life with enough for everyone.
There are days when everyone has enough food and wine to enjoy.
But this is not enough, far from enough.
Turgeon has always had a dream: he wants to see orc flags planted in every human city, he wants to see every orc have an earring made of elf ears, and he wants every dwarf fortress to be in his own
Falling in his hands, he hopes that his name can be bound to the orc race and make the orcs great again.
This is an opportunity!
All the orcs have already participated in the war, and Turgeon knows that as long as he can win this war, he can buy a few more years for the tribe. As long as he can defend Arabel, the orcs can move from one glory to another.
But now...Father God, Mother God, have you really abandoned us?
Turgeon couldn't help but think.
Is a future without gods the future that the orcs want?
Turgeon didn't know it, but this orc Khan had never placed all his hopes on the gods. Seeing the transparent ancestor souls disappearing one after another, Turgeon was anxious, but he was not like other orcs.
Panicked, on the contrary, he became even more violent and continued to attack Ms. Raul.
Even if he died, Turgeon was determined to tell the world through his own life.
Orcs' lives matter!
Orcs have never been qualified to live only in desert grasslands! Woodlands, hills, plains, islands, and river valleys are also the territories that orcs deserve!
The mortal world is the hunting ground given to us by Gruumsh. How dare we resist even though we are just prey?
The Great Khan behaved calmly and his momentum surged, allowing the orcs to barely stabilize the situation.
This is Khan, this is our Khan!
Khan is still fighting!
As long as Turgeon's figure still stands on the battlefield, the courage of the orcs will never disappear. The elite orc infantry worked hard to stop the decline. They formed a solid shield wall to protect Turgeon at all costs.
But the orcs are losing.
Because only the orcs are still barely maintaining their morale, while the soldiers have been defeated!
The gnoll chief, the wretched-looking Caudick, was already calling for his troops to retreat. He kept roaring: "Retreat quickly, retreat quickly~ Yeenoghu is on top! The war has failed! If we stay here, we will die!"
"Hurry up and retreat, retreat ah ah ah~"
"Woooooooo~" The hobgoblin chief's horn sounded. The hobgoblins, bugbears and goblins immediately responded to the horn sound and withdrew from the battlefield one after another.
Then there are the ogres, trolls, and the orc coalition that once seemed unbreakable, but as the situation on the battlefield reversed, just a few minutes later, the orc army was actually at a numerical disadvantage!
They are losing.
"Khan, what should I do?"
"My Khan, what should we do?"
"Khan, retreat. These human beings have also suffered heavy losses. The worst we can do is not let go of this city. We can retreat to the mountains, to the desert, to the desert. Sooner or later, we will have a chance to come back again."
The great swordsman of Inavu and the shaman of Ruseco persuaded him.
Turgeon hesitated. The Great Khan of the Orcs knew that with this retreat, all his efforts would be in vain. It would be difficult for him to return to this land in his entire lifetime, let alone a few years.
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Is this the fate of the orcs?
Turgeon stared at the priest girl holding high the silver eight-pointed star war flag and shouting loud slogans with eyes full of hatred, and hammered the ground hard.
"withdraw!"
"Send the order, bare hands, go out!"
Turgeon finally decided to retreat, and the history of the tribe could not end here.
Following his order, some weird orcs appeared in the orc formation. These orcs had pustules all over their bodies, and the sores on their bodies were constantly leaking turbid pus. They opened their mouths, revealing that they had no tongues.
His mouth was dripping with foul-smelling liquid, his hands were covered with white ash, and intermittent sounds were coming from the depths of his throat.
A taboo existence among the orcs, the white hand of Jodros, the god of death and disease.
In the culture of the orcs, young babies born in each clan will be dedicated to the White Hands. If the White Hands feel that they can be cultivated, they will be kept. The White Hands themselves are symbols of the plague, they are the walking plague, and they are also responsible for the orcs.
Posthumous rites and burial.
The White Hands of Jodros are not welcomed by the orc god Gruumsh, and they are not qualified to enter Gruumsh's army in the underworld. The orcs fear them, but they need them.
And now, the white hands of Jodros contributed their last strength to this tribe. These shamans strode into the battlefield, and their bodies swelled up like balloons one after another, exploding with a bang, leaving balls of stinking pus.
The water splashed everywhere, and the yellow-green poisonous mist dispersed, forcing the human coalition forces to stop their advance.
These shamans, who were feared by the orcs themselves, used their lives to cover Turgeon's retreat!
Because they know that the unity of the entire Arabelle orc tribe depends on Turgeon!
However, even so, Turgeon could not leave smoothly.
In the poisonous fog, something is coming.
Turgeon saw one of his guards cut down, his arm cut off from the shoulder, and the heavily armored orc screaming in agony as he fell to the ground.
Another great swordsman of Inava was hit in the face by a huge metal gauntlet and staggered to the ground. A two-handed long sword pierced his breastplate, and he was lifted high, and then he said contemptuously
With a swipe, he was thrown away from the blade.
The half-orc Doherty is here, carrying the wrath of Khorne. He is like a demigod, cutting his way through the orcs' line. His body rotates repeatedly, like a perpetual motion machine, taking advantage of the panic of the orcs' retreat to kill.
A gap appeared, and his blade was like the wind, and the vortex it rolled up blew away the thick fog caused by the White Hands' self-destruction.
Then Doherty started spinning.
The whirlwind of blades directly blocked Turgeon's path, and he turned the orcs' retreat route into a processing factory for the orcs' meaty sausages.
It’s this Orc! It’s this Orc again!
Turgeon swore that he could curse this orc with any language, any magic, or any means!
From the beginning of the war to the present, this half-orc has definitely killed more than a hundred soldiers at his hands, causing huge trouble to the orcs.
Why? Why do you want to work for the enemies of the orcs? Why, why does this guy side with humans? Don't you know that only we can truly bring the orcs their own glory?
Turgeon wanted to question this "beast fry", but he soon found that he was surrounded as Doherty slowed their retreat and blocked their way.
Several rays of magic arrows flashed through the air, and the two guards in front of Tujin were shot through the eyes and died.
The snow elves brother and sister Relta and Yin Wenna also participated in the battle. They followed Milman Raul and looked at the orcs with contempt and hatred. In their minds, they were already enjoying the joy of killing orcs.
Countess Arabelle looked at the orc Khan in the dark with a ferocious smile: "Turgeon, why did you escape?"
"Our duel is not over yet!"
The Orc Great Khan was furious. He waved his weapon, cutting a Falcon Guard in half, and pushing back the heavy shield of the Phoenix Legion soldier. The extraordinary weapon tore the air, condensed the light together, and tore apart
the structure of reality.
The bone war spear passed through the chest of the first knight like paper, impaling him. Swinging his knife back to slash, Turgeon pierced the blade deeply into the armored chest of another Phoenix Guard soldier, killing the desperate soldier.
Lift him high into the air and throw him and his weapon over your shoulder.
The Great Khan of the Orcs was extremely brave, but his guards became fewer and fewer, and his line became thinner and thinner, until he was surrounded in the middle.
The spear pierced Tujin's body. He staggered, but refused to fall to the ground. The machete in his hand chopped over a Falcon Guard and chopped it into two pieces. Facing the heavy armored unit, even the Khan's saber could not hold up too much.
After a long time, the blade was quickly curled.
Two sword blades pierced his body from his armpits, making Turgeon dizzy. He chopped down two more people with a curled machete. His sinister eyes searched for an escape route but found nothing. He was like a beast.
The trapped beast knows despair, but remains stubborn.
Relying on his master-level strength, Tujin killed waves of enemies, but every charge from the human coalition would add new scars to his body.
One spear, two spears, one sword, two swords, three swords.
Lost arrows, lost crossbows, stones, magic.
There were more and more wounds on his body, and there were fewer orcs around him. When the last guard fell, a group of Phoenix Legion soldiers held him up with their shields and stabbed him with seven or eight spears through the gaps in the shields.
Turgeon was finally forced to kneel down.
Seeing Doherty approaching quickly, Turgeon said bitterly: "Gruush curses you! You bastard!"
"Gruush?" Doherty gestured with the long sword with both hands, and the half-orc sword master said disdainfully: "I have already served a more powerful existence."
After saying that, Doherty was about to take off Turgeon's head with a knife.
Wrapping arrows!
The Orcs were only halfway through their movements when the Snow Elf brother and sister took action. A twining arrow tied Doherty to the spot. The soldiers quickly got out of the way. Milman Raul appeared in front of Turgeon again, using
She looked at her enemy with a proud and ferocious look: "Do you have any last words?"
"It's a pity that I couldn't kill you last time, but my death will not be the end." Turgeon said contemptuously: "This is just the beginning. You will understand that the orcs will resist you and plunder you forever until this land
Only when the last drop of blood is shed by the last orc on the land will you achieve true victory."
"Then, let's do this." Milman-Laur nodded comfortably and enjoyed Turgeon's last words. Countess Arabelle screamed, raised the sword in her hand, and stabbed straight into Turgeon's face, smoothly
The sword blade sank deeply into the eye socket of the orc Great Khan, and everyone could hear the sound of the sword tip colliding with his skull.
But Ms. Raul was not satisfied yet. She continued to push the blade and twist the hilt vigorously. The ranger of Taimora released the remaining magic power in one breath.
Two streams of milky white fluid mixed with yellow and red spurted out from Tujin's nostrils, and the everlasting light in the eyes of the orc Great Khan disappeared.
He is dead.
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In the orc camp, Aaron had already heard the distant cheers and the sound of the orcs escaping.
The Son of Chaos was unusually silent at this time. After successive battles, the entire orc camp had been almost razed to the ground, and Turgeon's tent had also collapsed. Disma rummaged through it, but did not find anything valuable.
, this is consistent with the impression that Tujin has always been considerate of his tribesmen without taking any advantage of him.
The power of Khorne has been opened, and Aaron needs to master this new power bit by bit.
Two totem poles fell, the souls inside were eaten away, one was shattered, and the other was broken in two.
Skarbrand was banished, and Gruumsh's attack left the Eternal Wanderer with no ash left.
Disma survived, his dagger and scimitar broken, and despite his wounds, he proudly held his shotgun.
Eleanor was sent to the main battlefield by Aaron using the Tzeentch Frisbee. Aaron poured all his miraculous power into the eight-pointed star battle flag there.
Samir was seriously injured, and the magician almost died. He held his breath forcibly. When Aaron arrived, there wasn't much Aaron could do. He released a life-based healing magic for Samir, but it didn't seem to have the effect.
good.
Aaron found a slightly higher place, and in the darkness, he could barely make out the battlefield in the distance.
The orcs are finished, but humans have also made huge sacrifices. Arabelle has been taken back, but this is just the beginning. The land that has been ruined by the orcs for a year will take three years or more to restore to its original state. The blood of humans and orcs has watered this land.
A piece of land, humans finally took back the ownership of this land, but...
Too many sacrifices...
Aaron silently stared at the battlefield. Above his head, the moonlight symbolizing the Silver Virgin Suellen was shining.
Too much pain…
Aaron recalled his conversation with the Emperor. At this moment, he finally understood the painstaking efforts of the Lord of Mankind.
Sacrifice is the cornerstone of human existence, and blood is the fertile soil for the growth of human civilization. The battle will never end. Although the sky is always filled with darkness, in the hearts of mankind, the dawn has never faded. We eagerly look forward to the day when mankind can enjoy it forever.
Happiness and peace, but before that, humanity must survive first.
And that is what sacrifice means.
"Is this what you want to tell me? Emperor?" Aaron raised his head and looked at the sky. He felt new power surging in his heart. The sound of Khorne's breathing could be faintly heard, but he could no longer hear it.
Scared.
Because he has turned this curse into power!
The torches were getting closer and closer, and groups of soldiers approached the orc camp. They saw Aaron, and Aaron looked at them. There was silence on both sides.
After a few seconds, Aaron raised his fist and shouted loudly.
"Today...is a victory for mankind!"
"We won! We won, won, won~"
The roar of the army was deafening, the soldiers chanted their promises, praised Aaron and his squad, and struck the ground with the butts of their weapons: