Othua's War Banner

Chapter 609 0604: Guard

Guardian Walker opened his eyes.

The cold iron guard's visor only had a narrow triangular field of vision, and the hundreds of kilograms of armor and the equal weight of the shield made him walk slowly.

The heavy footsteps are intimidating.

He raised his head, the bloody water absorbed the splashed dust, his dry nostrils smelled of blood and organs at the same time.

There is something else in the air.

Something hot, scorched, something that would make steel's blood boil.

Frengundo stood at the forefront.

At this moment, the scarworm collapsed on the mountain path, its huge and terrifying size made people stop and hold their breath, but the guards were very indifferent, and the orcs wearing heavy armor like him began to move their muscles and bones, preparing to trample on them.

Walker is familiar with the feeling:
The long and silent march, advancing in the cold wind or the flames, at this time the urge to destroy and contradict occupied his brain, and a searing hot current ran through his almost numb body.

He stretched his arms, clenched his fists, allowing his muscles to slowly agitate and revive in the heavy steel, and his eyes searched for the enemy.

Walker saw a figure hovering through the billowing smoke.

Twisted and ferocious monsters, purple dryads, ferocious bloodthirsty monsters, these things surged like a tide, splashed among the ruins, and ran towards their positions.

He understood instantly: this is the enemy's puppet, a mindless summoner, a consumable specially used for war.

Because any sane creature would never dare to take the initiative to attack the guards in Palotusbi.

The orc infantry stopped in their tracks.

Fron Gundo turned his head and pointed at the target with his warblade: "Walker, move."

Madness began to brew.

Walker received the order, as if the shackles had been removed from his body, and he lifted up the terrifying spiked shield.

Heavy steps made a deep hole in the ground.

Hundreds of people followed his footsteps and began to run, first slowly and heavily, like a chariot being pushed downhill, getting faster and faster!
The guards began to charge, the rumble was as loud as thunder, and the steel began to trample the ground, crushing stones and corpses.

Even enemies like the Kuroshio cannot slow them down.

Walker was advancing and running, his muscles were still exerting force, and the weight of the shield was gradually increasing, but it was nothing compared to what was waking up in his heart.

He continued to walk, breathing heavily =.

A deep roar came from the chamfered iron helmet, and the thicker blood and visceral stench began to pour into the lungs.

Those roars were like fuel, and the vibrating ground provoked his animalistic and murderous intent—the violent emotions rushed to his head, and the boiling blood could no longer be cooled.

Walker stared, holding his breath, fiercer than a cannonball!
In front of him there are several enemies gathered together, the deformed rhino horn and the muscular body are tempting him to move forward, rush, and crush!
Walker grinned in a hoarse maniac.

He kept his head down all the time, mobilized his sore muscles, felt the pain from his arm, and listened to the muffled sound of the shield.

A fading grunt came from ahead.

Blood flowed down the grooves and splashed on the military boots.

The enemy I saw just now died in the blink of an eye, half of the corpse fell to the ground, the spikes on the shield were covered with residue, and there were several different monsters piled up around them.

The imperial guards followed Walker to form an echelon, advancing at high speed under the tide of Summoning Physics.

The attacks of those dryads can leave scratches on the surface of the shield. Even if they are injured, the imperial guards are still advancing and charging, and the dryad's body is broken like a mast being bombarded.

They made endless, strange tones, and were blasted out of their way by steel shields, and the corpses looked like piles of mud.

Everything at the forefront of the battle line was compressed in the plasma.

Walker was integrated with the heavy armor, feeling the oppression, his muscles were sore irresistibly, his feet were difficult to step forward, and every time he moved forward, he would leave deep footprints.

He was roaring, there was fire in his throat, every part of his body was hot, and the endless power was still gushing out.

Accompanied by unspeakable anger, it seemed as if this body wrapped in steel was about to explode!
The imperial guards bumped into them one after another.

The Wilderness Lions rushed in, and the cavalry stepped on the shoulders of Wharton and the other guards.

His vision was limited, and he raised his shield with all his strength, but he could only hear the sound of gnawing and fighting, and the slightly echoing roar of the lions.

Walker felt the walls loosen in front of him.

There is a breakthrough in power.

He retreated slightly, the horn-like roar echoed in his chest, and the huge force hit the back of the shield.

Various dull cracking sounds piled up.

The pile of corpses exploded.

He felt the air around him become fresh, so he puffed out his chest and found himself standing beside a steep hillside.

Flesh and bones lay everywhere, horns mingled with crushed stone heads, the dryad's bloodstained body lay crooked—the eyes met his, and there was nothing inside.

Walker blinked his bloodied eyelids.

Walker stared blankly at the cliff, as if he had rushed out of the cliff, rolled and fell in the mountain of corpses, his heart was beating strongly, his breastplate was trembling, and he even yearned for it.

The earth was shrouded in wailing and darkness, and there were endless enemies behind, mixed with the roars of orcs.

Walker waved his fist and slammed it on his helmet, murmuring incomprehensibly: "Don't go crazy, don't jump, there is still a whole area where you can fight and charge."

Another scarworm was moving towards the center of the orc's formation, the legendary creature encased, and the rumbling sound of the shocking rumble into the armor calmed his fevered head.

Guardian Walker opened his arms.

The captain of the orc guard picked up the shield and came fully awake, and when he turned to leave, the heavy shield seemed to be nothing in his hand.

The other two scar worms were smaller in size, fighting with thousands of orc cavalry.

Enforcers and squad leaders deal with enemies.

Frengundo didn't need to worry about what was behind him, he carried his saber and advanced vigorously.

Is Thornton Kaya lucky?
All kinds of natural disasters and man-made disasters were caught up. The apostle Mengyue came with the intention of destroying the village, but bumped into one of the strongest legions in the northern border, but the purpose of the orc banner was also to attack Santon Kaya of.

Frengundor led more than five hundred orcs into the main road.

The wide passageway is surrounded by ruins smashed by boulders, mottled blood and broken wood are scattered, and the dumped brazier ignites the debris, spreading out patches of orange light.

They moved forward in silence through the thick smoke.

"Fren Gundor arrives first, so let's leave the Apostles of Mengyue alone. They are fighting with the orcs. We can concentrate our forces to deal with the current soldiers."

Collins spoke in a low voice.

The soldiers and horses of the entire tribe are ready to fight. Counting the expansion of equipment and the reorganization of the team, about 2000 people can be gathered to deal with the [-] iron guards under the city wall.

They are comparable to Piston's elite, and they are the most familiar war machines in the North, and... Frengundo leads the team himself.

He exudes a surging bestiality, like a strong-smelling inducer, enough to drive the Wasteland Lion and the Iron Guards crazy, conquering everything in sight for their battle banners.

Ken was dressed neatly and looked at Frengundo calmly from afar. Just like in Red Maple Heights, neither of them changed their minds.

Smoke and scorching stench across the battlefield.

The north wind whipped up the remnants of cloth and dust, and the bloody smell of the war penetrated into the tip of his nose.

Ken stood before the Horde, on the towering stone walls of the outer expansion, overlooking Frengundor and his orc legion.

This distance is enough to see each other.

(End of this chapter)