The King
Boom!
A dull, loud bang echoed across the battlefield.
Accompanied by the mournful sound of horns, the Orc surged forward like a tidal wave, turning the entire City Wall into a bloody slaughterhouse. Primal and savage charges repeatedly breached the ancient City Wall, while the figures of Abyssal Gnoll weaved through the Orc ranks, leaping with incredible agility, constantly seeking an opportunity to strike. These incredibly nimble enemies inflicted heavy casualties on the Half-Elf, for they could easily scale the more than ten-meter-high City Wall with their bare hands.
Milan!
A hoarse growl rang out, followed by a middle-aged man covered in blood and gore charging towards them, wielding a heavy hammer in one hand. He swung the Warhammer, smashing an Orc who had climbed the City Wall down, before rushing towards them at lightning speed, growling, "Are you crazy? What are you doing here? Get down here!"
"Go take care of those women and children!... This is not a place for you!..."
bump.
Another Toughness Orc climbed up, and the middle-aged man picked up an iron shield and rammed into him, sending the enemy flying four or five meters away in an instant. Then, with a thud, the enemy fell from the City Wall to the ground, already dead beyond any doubt.
"Run!"
The middle-aged man looked at the little girl before him. His eyes were bloodshot from days of frantic fighting, and his highly tense mind and will made him completely oblivious to the girl's unusual condition. He reached out to grab the girl and carry her down the City Wall. The situation on the battlefield was becoming increasingly difficult, and he had no energy left to take care of a little girl; leaving her there would only cause trouble.
"Um?"
Facing the middle-aged man approaching, the young girl frowned slightly on her pretty face. She took a step, turned around lightly, and brushed past him without even touching his sleeve.
"Huh?" The middle-aged man stood there in astonishment.
His hands were empty; he hadn't even touched the little girl's clothes. All her movements had been so fluid and effortless, revealing an astonishing agility and skill.
Milan did not look back.
The middle-aged man behind her was just a priest who had lost his Divine Magic; he wasn't worth her attention or wasting her precious time.
Because all this time was gained by exchanging Psionics energy!
"Roar!"
A wild roar erupted. An armored Orc Warrior charged onto the City Wall, and a beautiful white figure appeared in his sight—a pretty young girl dressed in pure white, like a holy lotus blooming on the blood-soaked battlefield. This pure white stood out so starkly against the blood-stained ground that it instantly pierced the Orc Warrior's blood-red pupils. Without hesitation, he growled and swung his Warblade down.
Its madness drove it to want to wither this pure, lotus-like beauty, letting scarlet blood flow across the snow-white landscape.
Clang!
With a light touch of her snow-white toes, Milan's figure danced like a butterfly, brushing past a Half-Elf guard in an instant. The next moment, a long, narrow Elf Scimitar appeared in her palm. Without pausing, she passed right by the Orc Warrior before her, the cold blade slicing through the air, and time seemed to freeze. The Orc Warrior stood frozen in place.
thump.
A very clear sound of something falling to the ground.
A head fell to the ground, and the headless corpse of the Orc Warrior slowly collapsed. Blood gushed out wildly, but not a single drop clung to Milan's pure white dress.
Her figure leaped across the City Wall, like a gracefully fluttering butterfly!
This moment.
All eyes on the battlefield were drawn to this white figure; countless people in the midst of battle saw her presence.
courage.
Her presence seemed to awaken the Warrior ' courage, allowing them to unleash a burst of strength despite their extreme exhaustion, and forcefully repel the enemy's attack.
Roar!
A frenzied roar erupted.
The figure of the Abyssal Gnoll leaped up from the corner of the wall. These powerful monsters with blood-red pupils noticed the little girl's presence. They rushed in from all directions, like streaks of black shadows sweeping past, and pounced on the little girl in front of them, wanting to behead the only white light on the battlefield!
"Snort!"
Facing the Abyssal Gnoll charging from all directions, the little girl's lips curled into a Taunt smile. With a gentle flick of her snow-white toes, a second Elf Scimitar fell into her palm.
Clang!
A crisp, metallic clanging sound.
Milan's figure instantly soared into the air, her entire body spinning at high speed. Her twin blades transformed into a shower of cold light, and her snow-white dress made her resemble a fluttering butterfly. In an instant, she burst out from the shadows. Her figure swept through the air, leaving behind drops of blood sliding down her blades. Behind her, the sounds of thuds echoed as the corpses of Abyssal Gnoll plummeted from mid-air.
clang.
The little girl landed lightly, frowned as she glanced at the slightly dull Elf Scimitar in her hand, and casually tossed it away.
Weapons were scattered everywhere on the battlefield.
She glanced coldly at the others, then instantly found the two Scimitar again. Her figure then transformed into a white blur, streaking through the air, leaving behind a trail of cold, merciless blade light. Behind her white figure were the corpses of Orc and Gnoll.
They were all killed with a single blow!
No enemy could withstand even a single blow from her; not even the Abyssal Gnoll could last a second longer!
The battlefield was deathly silent.
Milan leaped across the City Wall, instantly killing hundreds of Orc and Gnoll.
The Orc ' offensive was immediately halted.
Accompanied by the mournful sound of horns, the frenzied Orc retreated like a receding tide.
A cheer erupted.
After all the enemies in front of them retreated from the City Wall, the surviving Half-Elf Warrior couldn't help but cheer.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
The dull thud of war drums came from behind the Orc. This frenzied, almost priestly drumming seemed to choke all the Half-Elf Warrior, abruptly silencing their cheers and forcing them to stare tensely at the rear of the Orc formation. Squads of Orc parted like a tide, and with the increasingly frenzied drumming, a colossal monster, clearly of Landwyrm blood, appeared. It possessed thick Dragon Horn, a massive body, Toughness limbs, and a tough Dragon Hide.
The aged figure of the Orc Priest appeared!
Yugin stood atop the enormous Dragon Beast, a Bone Spear in his hand, powder made from the ashes of his people smeared on his face, his chest bare and covered in countless scars.
My memory seems to have returned to that winter.
In that cold, snow-covered season, it too faced the Frost Giant army, bare-chested and gripping its spear, as it confronted the tribe's survival!
Roar!
It let out a roar.
His aged body could not conceal the power he possessed. Yugin gazed at the battlefield before him and roared, "For the Horde! For the Blade Tooth Clan! For our descendants!!!"
Buzz.
Bone Spear slashed through the air. As Yugin pointed at the blood-soaked City Wall before him, countless Orc roared wildly. They gripped their crude weapons tightly and pounded their chests, the fatigue accumulated from days of frenzied attacks transforming into a surge of Rage courage.
"Yugin! Fang! Yugin! Fang!"
Countless Orc, their eyes bloodshot, charged back onto the battlefield, shouting Yugin's name in a frenzy!
Cold, hunger, death.
This is a battle that will determine the Destiny of Orc for centuries to come!
Ever since this land was taken by the Half-Elf, the Orc Clan were driven to the cold, desolate lands, and the shadow of hunger and death has lingered over them ever since.
But!
The Orc did not fall because of this, nor did they fail.
Because they have ' Yugin '!
The greatest Orc leader of all time!
It led its people to conquer the northwestern wilderness, and traveled the continent alone to find a way to make the Blade Tooth Clan strong and powerful! It united all the Orc with love and tolerance! It was Cruelty to its enemies, but treated its own people like its own children, its eyes always revealing pity and sorrow! It slaughtered Winter Wolf in the cold snow, entered the Death Swamp alone to kill the Black Dragon, and beheaded the king of the Frost Giant under siege!
Its aged back supported the backbone of the Blade Tooth Clan!
He never married or had children, nor did he have any spouse. This old Orc Shaman, after leading his people to defeat the Half-Elf army, did not celebrate the victory, but knelt on the ground and kissed the black, Fertility earth beneath his feet.
It's the ' Yugin Warspear'!
He is the backbone of the Orc, Orc hope, Orc true Chieftain!
...(To be continued~^~)