The undead army held high-profile flags embroidered with the Holy Grail of Blood, and arrogantly stepped in neatly and straightforward steps. Each legion of 5,000 people were arranged in two fronts, with 2,500 people in each front. Twenty-five companies were divided into twelve and thirteen lines and two lines. At first glance, the lines were neatly drawn as if they were drawn by a ruler.

In the sky, a group of gargoyles were moving first, and in front of the main force, a group of ferocious skeleton wolves with salivation at the corners of their mouths ran away and ran away quickly!

The undead army launched an attack, and it was a frontal attack - nothing was wrong in itself - but the target they attacked was Green Skin! This is a very amazing thing. There are not many people in this world who dare to take the initiative to attack Green Skin. Usually, the number of Green Skin troops with huge numbers, barbaric and amazing attack power attacked others. However, this time, the situation completely changed.

This time, the distance was close and there was a lot of fanfare. There was no skeleton cavalry to hunt scouts. So soon, the Greenskins noticed the existence of these troops. The array of swords, axes, chisels, and the posture of flying gongs and drums made the Greenskins grit their teeth - what these provocative guys hate the most is that others have louder voices than them, and others are more conspicuous than them!

"Break those bone racks! Pull their flags over!"

Several orc leaders shouted out at that time, and then the green-skinned orcs rushed over with a knife and axe.

The green skin like a tide, the huge waves of attack, the noise, the deafening shouts and killing sounds - followed by the whine.

After two rounds of arrow rain, the skeleton soldier holding a crossbow immediately took off the shield behind him, a short spear one meter long at his waist. He raised the shield and set up a gun as a defensive posture - this is what Valed summarized before, after hearing Sves' unsuccessful attack, that is, in combat with Green Skin, one should try to adhere to the principle of simplicity and violence. A weapon with a relatively low attack frequency is not a good choice.

The first three rows of array shields resisted the opponent's attack tightly, while the second three rows were super long spears of four to six meters. The back four rows were full of archers. Vared slightly modified Silvania's standard square array to form this more heavy and more killing frequency improved square array.

More Romanesque shields and standard super-spray square arrays make this square array more defensive. More archers with higher firing frequency can provide more long-range support and shooting. It can be said that this formation is specially used to resist orc troops.

Seeing the undead troops as stubborn and thrust in their hands like iron hedgehogs, they were stubborn and thrust into each other, and their fronts were like walls and mountains, pushing forward layer by layer. The spears thrust hard, and no matter who goes through, they will be stabbed in a hole. The orc leaders shouted in anger:

"Both-footed flying dragon! Let the two-footed flying dragon!"

"Where are the trolls?! You need those trolls to come out!"

"Boy War Pig Launches a Charge!"

After a roar of ghosts, several ferocious beasts with sharp teeth and foul smell were released from the cage, strangled the two brothers to death, and then spread their wings and rose to the sky; more than a dozen three or four meters high, green hard skin all over their bodies, and big monsters dragged their arms to the ground roared, and walked towards the battlefield with one hand with a big wooden stick. A group of warpig cavalry were also gathered to launch a charge.

Before, the elites Sves had not met when he fought against the Green Skin Stripe Master, and this moment he appeared on the main battlefield.

As big as a house, with sharp claws, can tear tigers and leopards, saliva also contains poisonous two-legged flying dragons, and trolls with infinite power, enough to pull trees and gravel, and have extremely strong self-healing ability. This integration of the open space is a gorgeous lineup. Is it the "waaagh!" launched by the Iron Claws, the great chief Gobad. Those small and frustrated scum tribes don't even think of obtaining such a powerful ultimate army. Only a big chief, commander, and warlord like Gobad can get these bastards.

In the blink of an eye, the trolls with ferocious beast heads grinned and waved the big wooden stick, mace, or other heavy weapons in their hands. The soldiers who were inseparable from the enemy and would all overturn the soldiers who blocked their way to the ground, extremely violent, arrogant and vain to the forefront.

Speaking of which, it seems like a very laborious thing to overturn the green-skinned orcs with weapons and equipment that add up to more than 100 kilograms to the ground, or to catch and throw them dozens of meters away. But seeing these trolls doing things with ease, you can know how powerful these beasts are.

As expected.

Although magical effects are attached to the weapon, enough to pierce the opponent's hard skin. However, such a small wound is not painful or itchy for the trolls. Whether it is bleeding, cutting the flesh, or anything else, the trolls will recover as they were in a short period of time. The recovery ability, which can only be described as weird, makes most attacks useless.

Then—a big stick was swung, like the impact of a heavy armored cavalry advancing at full speed. The large number of undead skeletons turned into scum.

These trolls, these eleven-foot-tall monsters, grinned and roared, using wooden sticks, fists, feet, and bodies... were slaughtering wildly among the undead who could be called fragile. In a blink of an eye, more than a dozen trolls broke the positions of the two companies, and the line of the undead army was torn apart.

In the sky, the three-headed and two-legged flying dragons are not to be outdone - although these ugly guys are completely unable to match the noble term "dragon", their actual abilities are also very different from those of giant dragons. But these are just monsters with similar size to "dragons", but they still have huge lethality to the army in the ordinary sense.

The five-headed two-legged flying dragon flew through the air at high speed. The hard skin on the abdomen ignored the bows, arrows and crossbows from the ground, and spit out from the mouth from time to time, which was a strong acid solution with great lethality to the skeleton soldiers. The undead troops suffered heavy losses.

Perhaps he was annoyed by the attack of the bow, arrow, crossbow, and a flying dragon with both feet became murderous. He roared and rushed towards the ground. His heavy body, inertia and speed of 100 kilometers per hour made him crush more than twenty skeleton soldiers in the moment of his fall. Of course, the fragments of the spear bones were also embedded in its body. The severe pain made the flying dragon even more crazy.

It roared, mixed with crazy roars of anger and pain. It waved its flesh wings and its tail desperately slaps every skeleton soldier approaching it, then opened its mouth wide and bit a skeleton soldier's upper body. It chewed the skeleton soldier into pieces along with his armor, and swallowed it.

"What a bunch of monsters."

Seeing the opponent dispatching ace troops and turning the situation around for a while, the vampire commander on the opposite side couldn't help but be amazed like this. Whether it was a two-legged flying dragon or a troll, they were all the top elite troops. They had enough fifteen trolls and five-legged flying dragons to attack the enemy together. This behavior can be called a rich man! For these barbarians who raise jumps in the cesspool and eat them directly without washing them, this is the most luxurious lineup they are proud of!

However, no matter how powerful the barbarian is, he is just a barbarian.

After a little sigh of his opponent's strength, the vampire officers calmly issued an order: "Front line, abandon the positions of the fifth to ninth companies, retreat and reorganize the situation. The second array is ready to pick up the enemy. Also... the spirit-bound demon and the gargoyle troops are dispatched."

Because he had to carry the opponent's first round of offensive, Vared also gave the four legions the elite of his army - those elite spirit-binding demons, stone tomb corpse demons, and gargoyles. In order to prevent such a thing from happening.

With the orders of the vampire officers, a group of undead cavalry who seemed real and illusory were running towards the battlefield with a storm. Like the trolls, these spirit-bound monsters did not accommodate their friendly forces to slow down their own speed. It was just that unlike those barbaric trolls, they could only adjust their bodies to a "spirit" state, which was enough to travel through any entity.

These spirit-binding demons riding ghost war horses quickly moved to the front of the battlefield, and then suddenly waved the sickle in their hands at the trolls.

Driven by instinct, the trolls waved the wooden stick or used their arms to block it. However, in their hearts, they were not very afraid of these knights with green ghost fire flashing in their eyes. Such a big attack, such a flamboyant pomp, such a crazy laugh and thus the victory - all of this should belong to the most powerful warrior troll in the world!

These bone frames are just empty frames. They don’t look powerful or powerful. They are just a little scary. But there is nothing. A wooden stick that has been cut off can be replaced by a fist, and a fist that has been cut off can grow one more. This is not that big...

The sickle instantly slashed through the troll's body. There was no obstacle, and from the outside, the troll was not hurt. The imagined cut-off stick or arm did not occur - however, they died.

The souls in their bodies were wailing, pulled out of their seemingly powerful bodies, wrapped around the sickle that emitted an evil halo, and then quickly disappeared. The eleven-foot-high body weighing one ton fell to the ground.

"Ah hahahahahahahahahahaha!!!"

With endless resentment and revenge, after tasting the joy of chopping up the souls of living creatures again, the spirit-bound demons burst into laughter madly. The sickle in their hands also waved desperately to harvest the souls of those ugly and dirty orcs.

It is not a small-scale battle, there is not much room for maneuvering - of course, in fact, there is no ability to maneuver, nor is it a positive energy weapon that can effectively kill and kill the undead. The green skins have no other way except to be unwilling to be slaughtered in despair. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian to vote for recommendations, monthly votes, and your support is my greatest motivation.)
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