There are many players who have reached the maximum level of 40.

These full-level players and silver players rushed to the front, making them the sharpest knife in the legion.

Compared with the orc warrior with an average strength in the middle of the black iron, such combat power has formed a crushing momentum...

The entire village wall turned into a cruel and crazy meat grinder.

But, this is for the orcs.

It should have been a difficult melee battle, but the players exerted the momentum of destroying the dead. The orcs' defenses began to collapse at a speed visible to the naked eye...

And this kind of collapse, especially the loud "boom" that reached its climax.

The city gate is broken.

After repeated impacts, the city gate, which was not originally strong, was finally unable to resist the double destruction of physics and magic, and shattered with a bang!

The players cheered, then let go of the siege cone and rushed towards the city like a tide...

"broken……"

Seeing this scene, the chief priest who was protected by the orcs turned pale.

Once the city gate is broken, it is like a dam breaking.

Flood-like players poured into the Golden Tent tribe along the city gate and started a more intense battle with the orcs.

The silver professions among the orcs rushed to the city gate, trying to block the players here.

There is no way out behind them.

"Kill them!"

"For the tribe! For our homeland!"

The orcs roared, and their morale was shocked again and they all began to fight desperately.

Under the city gate, a more tragic melee officially began.

Even the orc priest, who was almost exhausted, struggled to stand up.

He burned his vitality, took out his scimitar that he had not used for many years, and roared and joined the melee.

It was pouring rain.

Blood gathered into a stream, dyeing the muddy land dark red, but was quickly washed away by the rain...

However, the speed of rain washing cannot keep up with the speed of blood pouring.

The bloody smell in the air has completely covered up the freshness unique to rainy days.

The orcs burst out with powerful combat power in despair.

There are also many old soldiers who have been trapped in bottlenecks for many years who have broken through...

They had red eyes and looked ferocious. They roared angrily while resisting the players' charge.

However, the momentum of the orcs not only did not hit the morale of the players, but instead made them even more excited.

The Golden Sect Tribe is still too weak.

Even though there are many warriors who break through desperate situations, there are more powerful players among the players.

With the continuous support of the priest players, these players who adjusted their pain to the lowest level laughed loudly, not afraid of injuries at all, and became more and more courageous as they fought.

On the ground, more and more equipment is falling.

There are orcs, and there are also players.

However, there are more of the orcs.

The players' formations are also constantly fighting, and they are getting deeper into the Golden Sect Tribe...

After several loud dragon roars, several dragon knights among the players also joined the battlefield.

They fell from the sky and launched an attack behind the orcs, echoing the players who entered the city gate, and encircled the orcs under the city gate.

Each Dragon Knight player has the strength to be inferior to the silver.

The young dragons under them broke through to the same rank as before joining the war.

Their strength was even more terrifying, and the battle situation was changed almost instantly...

The orcs under the city wall were quickly defeated, while the players took the opportunity to quickly occupy the city gate.

They cooperated with the players on the village wall inside and outside, and soon completely wiped out the orcs on the village wall, and completely opened the remaining city gates...

At this point, the 30,000 elves army lost the last obstacle.

The players who had completely opened up the situation were yelling and cheering, pouring into the Golden Tent tribe like a tide.

The sound of swords and swords rang everywhere in the Golden Tent Tribe.

The victory has been decided.

...

Death desert rain is scarce.

This heavy rain, which can be called once in a decade, stopped in less than half a day.

And as the rain stopped, there was also the battle of the Golden Tent tribe.

The sounds of swords and swords have turned into sporadic collisions...

That was not a battle, but a sound made by players when they plundered the orc tribe.

At this moment, players have completely occupied the Golden Sect Tribe.

The muddy ground was dyed reddish brown by blood, and even the heavy rain did not wash it away.

Blood-stained equipment can be seen everywhere on the ground, and a player is picking up excitedly.

The heavy rain finally extinguished the firelight in the Orc tribe, and only white smoke continued to circle.

In the air, the smell of blood and the smell of soil are mixed together, which is particularly pungent.

In the square of the Golden Sect Tribe, half orcs were squatting together with their heads in their arms, with more than a thousand people.

These are all captives of the players.

The orc tribe with more than 10,000 people is the only remaining survivor.

From today on, the Golden Entrance Tribe will become history.

Li Mu walked on the muddy street and came to the sacrificial tent of the Jinguan tribe.

This is the place where the orcs worship the statue of Urel.

The big account has not been plundered by players yet.

As the guild with the greatest efforts, this is the spoil of the heart of nature.

On the ground outside the tent, there were numerous orc corpses lying.

They were all covered with tragic injuries, and from a distance they looked like hundreds of them.

These are the orcs who choose to commit suicide until the end of the battle.

They were unwilling to turn into ashes under the swords of the players, and when they persisted until the last second, they chose to settle themselves.

Li Mu even saw the orc's chief priest, the old priest who fought bloodily.

He is almost inhumane and is fuzzy.

There were only a pair of eyes, wide open, looking at the sky, with a hint of anger and determination.

Even if it was death, he held the weapon tightly in his hand.

At this moment, for some reason, Li Mu suddenly remembered the chief priest of the Giant Mountains of the Rock Cave Tribe...

He sighed softly, and he put away the other party's weapons and priest robe with ease, then chanted a spell and released a flame, completely cremating the chief priest's body...

The BGM of the Battlefield Channel has been temporarily closed, and only the background music of the Death Desert that comes with the game is slowly singing.

It was a kind of music intertwined with bagpipes and ethereal female voices. When you listen to people's ears, you will unconsciously see the scene of lonely smoke and setting sun and yellow sand in the desert...

And it was heard at this moment that Li Mu felt a sense of vicissitudes and reincarnation.

In the sky, dark clouds have dispersed.

The sun has turned west and gradually falls, emitting a golden luster.

A rainbow light shone from the sky, spreading the still hazy rainy weather into the sky...

The players' laughter and quarrels came from afar, and from time to time, you could hear a few loud dragon roars and the crying of the surviving orcs...

Li Mu withdrew his gaze and felt even deeper in his expression.

"This is war..."

He sighed slightly.
Chapter completed!