Othua's War Banner

611 0606: dead end
When the magic ripples swept across the burning land, the magic in the sound waves penetrated the orc cavalry along the established trajectory-the beast began to collapse and lose control.

Frengando narrowed his eyes, and the shaman leaning on a stick and bowing his head beside him said.

"The Horn of the Beast, the Animal Clan."

Holding the bone-chopping knife, the intelligence officer looked at the shaman seriously, and said, "The animal clan did not participate in the war, and those elders will not break their promise."

The shaman's pupils were gelatinous white, with a thick yellow cloud condensed. He tapped the crutch lightly, and the copper bell collided with the animal bone, quieting the wilderness lion under the chain.

In front of the scorched city wall, several teams of beast cavalry had already turned their backs.

The wasteland lion and other heavily armored beasts wailed in pain, held their heads high, and frantically broke free from the restraints of the riders. The charging columns collided with each other, and the steel armor and riders were mixed together.

The shaman raised his hands, his withered green fingers were covered with rings, the magic weapon exuded power while singing, and the bones on the horn of the beast began to sing like wind chimes.

The herald had sharp eyes and quick hands, holding the horn of the orc army and began to play. The effect of the magic agitation did not weaken, but the sound of the horn did disturb the opponent's rhythm, and gradually, it crushed back with a more majestic momentum.

Frongundor is good at war.

The most powerful legion in the northern border naturally has a matching combination of arms, and the abundance of supplies and armaments is also difficult for small tribes to compete with.

Sandton Kaya Winter House.

An ancient curse was brewing in the aurora, and wisps of black mist swirled and condensed into clusters of streamer that shot into the beast tamer's bleeding mouth and nose.

He let out a scream, suspended in the alternating light and dark magic streamer, the horn of the beast exploded, and fell on the broken stone slab together with the beast trainer.

The magic ripple disappears.

The shaman next to Frengundo also vomited blood, the scepter was broken into several sections, and the copper bell hanging on it was twisted into a metal knot.

He was supported by the imperial guards, his surgical gown was wrinkled, and he stretched out his fingers tremblingly and said:
"It's an exile, he has no name, he is an exile from the sacrificial clan!"

The sound was drowned out by successive explosions.

The orc cavalry was affected by the horn, and they couldn't get rid of the chaos in a short period of time, which was equivalent to weakening the strongest combat power by a sudden attack.

They did not break through the line of defense in time.

Thornton Kaya's pressure dropped sharply, and he took this opportunity to throw the explosive barrel, and forcibly defended himself in the sea of ​​corpses!

The beast trainer turned around in a pool of blood and struggled to get up. All the magicians around him who assisted in casting had fallen into a coma.

He did not wait for help.

No one can save him.

The beast trainer clutched his chest and staggered towards the altar of Santon Kaya, dripping blood and palm prints continued all the way.

He half-kneeled on the ground, praying devoutly towards the gravel suspended in mid-air.

The boulder is spinning, and the stars are floating.

He carefully wrote his name on the stone steps with blood, and when the last strokes were completed, he collapsed and fell into a coma.

The blood left on the stone bricks of the street quickly dried up and curled up, and the deep black blood scabs floated gently, and those pools of blood and handprints flew into the air, burning up in a silent flame.

The beast tamer lay in front of the steps, lost his last vitality, under the black fingertips, the blood writing was erased in the ashes.

In front of the winter house, the floor tiles scorched by magic began to cool down, and the aurora and the rising curse disappeared without a trace. There was no flame for illumination, and the surroundings seemed groggy.

The Thornton Kaya warlocks woke up, feeling a little dizzy after suffering the aftermath.

The beast tamer collapsed in the center of the magic circle and fell into a coma. There was no blood on his body or face, only the drawn totem—it seemed that he passed out when the magic collided.

No one knew he ever left.

The warlocks examined the horn, shook their heads regretfully, and put away the fragments.

Mission has been completed.

They carried the beast tamers on their backs and retreated towards the rear of the tribe as planned.

[The exile once again presented his name. 】

A note flashed before Ken's eyes.

He appeased the wolf king Fei, and looked back at the altar deep in the tribe, the pumice stones surrounded by beams of light shot straight into the sky, and the cloudy snow peak was silent in the distance.

Zhanjing knew the name of the beast tamer, and heard him tell stories about the exile.

If you can get in touch with the high priest of the animal clan through Wusenbu, you may be able to unlock the secrets of the beast tamer.

The premise is to be able to survive this war.

Behind Ken was a huge army. More than a thousand people gathered behind the city gate, covering the fields from the main road to the square in front of the village.

They are combined according to [Formation] and arranged according to Collins' combat deployment.

The commander game is like a black fist death match, fighting each other on a narrow or wide battlefield.

Meng commanded the Thornton Kaya wolf cavalry, and took on the heavy responsibility of charging and intercepting. He was the fastest knife on the orc battlefield.

The orc iron cavalry was unprepared and charged without the establishment of a secret art defense, and was severely injured by the horn of the beast tamer, which disrupted the rhythm of Frengundo's attack and weakened the strength of the enemy's cavalry.

The defensive round has a slight advantage.

The gunpowder blew up the siege ladder, and the flames connected to the ravine outside the city wall, igniting the pre-buried secret oil, blocking horses, luggage, and countless corpses, all burning blazingly.

The flames were like giant beasts protruding from the ground, and the heat wave flew for dozens of miles, and the terrifying orange-red light covered the entire village amidst howling.

There were roars from the Thornton Kaya soldiers on the city wall, and Collins stared at the scarlet eyes in the flames, directing the battle with a roar.

"If the flames start to go out, smash all the shackles!"

His movement of swinging the steel sword is slightly deformed, and he looks like a heretic who is tied to the gallows.

In fact, everyone around was parched, their military boots were sultry, and the soles of their feet were hot, as if the stones of the city wall were about to be melted in the raging fire.

There is a roar from the tower!

The orc chariot turned around, a flaming boulder with a diameter of one step was thrown into the night sky, and dozens of heavy objects like meteorites went up against the rain of arrows!

"Watch your head!"

Lowndes pressed Collins' shoulders, took him under his body, and then raised his battle ax to block the falling boulder.

The shaking lasted for several breaths.

Collins almost struggled to crawl out from behind the armor, with a crazy expression, watching more than a dozen defensive tramples being destroyed one after another in the fireball.

Those collapsed boulders are scattered around, leaving gaps in the defensive defenders!
The ferocious orc infantry climbed onto the city wall almost at the same time, roaring, their strong muscles blocking the flames.

They swung their battle axes and giant hammers, and roared at the humans who were a head shorter than themselves. Their strong bodies were like beasts, smashing open, chopping, and pushing the defenders or corpses off the city wall.

The cavalry stood next to the city wall, and the orcs raised their hard bows and iron crossbows, attacking the soldiers who were probing.

The steel horns of the mount drew long white marks between the stones, the gravel was loose, and the gravel and ruins were smashed in heavy and intensive steps.

The line of defense was disrupted.

The explosive barrels were arranged at intervals, but a bloody battle had already begun on the city tower, and the sound of the explosions weakened. The restless orc striker had already started to deal with the flames, preparing for the army to break through the city.

The imperial guards poked their heads out, pressed the stone pier with their giant palms and climbed up the city wall.

Growling from the depths of their throats, the scales tipped as the terrifying orcs tried to push on the walls.

However, the imperial army soon discovered that the walls of Santon Kaya were too rugged to launch the charge they were best at.

It was unlike any wall ever conquered in Palotusbi!

Its load-bearing structure is very complicated, and almost every area has facilities that can be defended. Once the orcs occupy it, Collins will order the defenders to ignite the piled powder kegs.

The explosion burned the steel, and the secret oil adhered to the armor and weapons, causing those ferocious orcs to burn blisters, and even had to take off the hot helmets.

At this time, several fragments pierced the air and blasted through the guard's head. Amid the blood and roar, heavy corpses fell one after another, becoming new firewood in the sea of ​​flames.

Kuima summoned [Qi Ya's Curtain Thunder], dismantled the spear to the extreme, and at the same time commanded the long-range formation behind him to continue to output.

Crossbowmen and warlocks volley.

The height of the rain curtain of the Arrowhead Steel Crossbow was lowered, covering the walls and steel.

Balls of fire crashed into the dark forest, cones of ice disintegrated on the surface of shields, and chain lightning jumped among bloody weapons.

Collins swung the steel sword, hacked the orc approaching to death, pierced the guard's helmet with the long blade, pushed it to the limit, drew the sword and roared!

Blood spattered on the face.

Lowndes swung his tomahawk, cleared the command tower again, and spat at the corpse.

Collins quickly looked around in this short breath—the orcs poured in like a tide, the flaming boulders streaked across, knocking down the stone roof, and the guards rushed up in the flames.

He is the commander who sticks to the front line and the target exposed in the eyes of the enemy.

"The net bag is heavy, Lowndes."

Collins has a low voice, firm eyes, and no fear of being surrounded.

The giant man held his giant ax and shook his head. "To be honest, brother, you are tougher than I imagined, and you are different from the people from southern Xinjiang I knew before."

Collins laughed twice, his expression quickly turned cold, he narrowed his eyes again, and ordered in an angry voice: "The flame is about to go out, let's go."

The giant pouted towards the back of the city wall, and the bone whistle was blew by the scout formation. The cool tone passed through the hot night and swayed in the air.

The orc guards waded across the ruins and climbed towards the city wall. Behind their heavy steps were the roars of beasts and the crackling of flames.

Frengondoa's frontline commander was also present on the collapsed tower.

They ordered the soldiers under their command to seize one node after another, fighting for the city wall against Thornton Kaya's offensive.

The soul crow was released, and more than a dozen monsters passed by Thornton Kaya, looking down from it.

The orcs got the information:

The city gate of Santon Kaya has been destroyed, and the landslide has firmly blocked the gate.

The orc commander passed the information to the warring, and then officially abandoned the city gate, and began to look for a suitable part of the vicinity to break through, preferably allowing the cavalry to charge into Thornton Kaya.

At the same time, some heavy riding was changed to walking.

They took the heavy weapons from the chariot, replaced the infantry armor with inverted cones and chains, and prepared to climb over obstacles.

Orcs are all too familiar with war.

Cavalry crushing is just the easiest way. There are many enemies defending the city, and they can choose a slower and more violent way.

Crushing and propulsion are always the right solution.

Whoa!woohoo!

The sound of metal collisions sounded in the chaos, and the vigilant orc commander had a stern expression, his snort brushed his fangs, and his dark eyes swept across the tribe.

He saw a chain as thick as a wheel connected to the wall closest to him.

The orcs stood on the city wall, overlooking Thornton Kaya. They could see the crossbowmen and magicians who were fighting and retreating. In the distance was a silent army formation——Ken Bouvier rode a wolf and led the troops to stand ready .

There are more than ten giant chains with peculiar shapes, and the nodes connected end to end are very complicated.

Langz broke out of the encirclement, raised his battle axe, hooked the chute with the concave surface, and slid along a chain to the depths of Thornton Kaya.

Collins stepped on the giant's shoulder and swung the steel sword in the flying sparks.

With the commander retreating.

The orc army officially captured the city wall, and the wilderness lions and heavy cavalry approached the city.

Collins looked back:
The monstrous flames were extinguished, the unexploded gunpowder kegs were silent everywhere, the orange light dimmed, and the orcs in steel armor flooded the city wall.

Countless memories flashed in my mind.

The scenes that once happened in southern Xinjiang, where the ruined city-state and the heat wave are intertwined, are like nightmares that have been done in the past few years.

"Attack, conquer!"

Collins picked up the steel sword and roared on the giant's shoulder.

Ranz raised his head in surprise, only to find that the man's red eyes were full of anger - he was so good at war and hated war.

"No trace of fear shall be scraped from my bones, you shall not conquer Thornton Kaya, proud souls shall sing on the ruins, and your corpses shall fertilize the land..."

His voice spread far and wide in the crackling sparks.

The powder kegs that have not yet exploded are silent everywhere, while the orange light is dim, and the orcs in steel armor are flooding the city wall.

Lanz carried him and jumped out of his hands, and fell in front of the army, joining the wild beasts.

The retired city defense army was silent here.

Ken was riding a falling wolf, persevering in the night wind that alternated between hot and cold, looking down at him, his amber pupils were burning with blue flames like embers.

A thriving tribe was reduced to ruins and scorched wood behind Collins.

Ken extended an invitation to him.

Quema and Lowndes all looked at Collins.

When Josefini left the tribe, Zhan Jing had found Collins to discuss the war, Thornton Kaya, and Ken's plan.

He rode Fei Wolf King, stretched out his hand, and approached Collins holding Chen and Twilight.

"The Horde needs you."

"I am here on invitation, sir." Collins held the steel sword, bent his head, and let the blade penetrate the soil.

[Mission: Broken Sword]

【Progress: Completed】

[Description: It needs me, and I will fight for it, until the gods cast their eyes and witness a soul chasing his will. 】

Dawn rests on his shoulders.

Ken announced that he was the commander of the sacrificial cavalry, possessing the highest military power under the banner.

Collins' eyelids drooped, his eyes were determined:
"Break the hook lock!"

Langz swung a heavy battle ax and smashed at the chain, surrounded by many equally strong soldiers in front of each chain, and the loud noises echoed in the night.

The flames burst out, and the fastener was smashed open.

The thick steel chains broke one after another, and the load-bearing balance connecting the city wall was destroyed. The last mechanism Burke involved came in handy, and the ground shook in the blink of an eye. The walls of the entire tribe have collapsed!
The orc soldiers and mounts screamed, the guards fell into the ruins, the bricks and gunpowder kegs were flying amidst the collapse and explosion, and the blood was drowned by the new dust...

Ken raised his battle ax and led the Silent Warriors and other infantry and cavalry formations behind him to launch the only charge!

Roaring, they rushed up to the ruined walls in the darkness of night, stepping on the blood seeping from the cracks in the stones and corpses...

Forward, forward!
(End of this chapter)