Chapter 251 Clesia

Galon squinted his eyes, standing on a high place, looking at the orc army rushing from the city like a green tide.

To be honest, he was a little irritated by the other party's attitude.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that the orcs were definitely not the opponent of the United Legion with their current strength, but the other party still dared to take the initiative to attack.

Perhaps, there was a reason that the hatred between races could not be eliminated. But more importantly, Garlon still felt that these orcs should have been bewitched or threatened by some evil force, such as the Star God.

However.

Although he had a guess in his heart.

But Garlon still could not detect the trace of the Star God in the city.

Instead, Su Heng used Garlon's perception to look at the orc king city shrouded in the psychic halo from a distance.

Compared with the ancient city he had seen in his dream, there were indeed some similarities between the two.

Su Heng conveyed his thoughts to Garlon.

After some thinking.

Garlon suppressed his idea of ​​taking the initiative to attack, and planned to wait for the Star God to show up before making plans. In a fight between the same level, every detail may affect success or failure.

And the physical universe is full of enemies.

Even a proud and powerful Garlon has to be cautious when surrounded by enemies.

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At dusk, the orcs organized the first wave of offensive.

The large-scale army was in a mess, rushing forward noisily, fully reflecting the poor social organization and collective quality of tribal civilization.

On the contrary.

Although the United Legion of Terraria has just undergone a large-scale reorganization.

But in the large-scale war, it still reflects superb discipline and excellent military quality.

When the orc army entered the range, the United Army, which had a geographical advantage, began to drag the long-prepared artillery out of the crowd. The Radiation Legion was already quite skilled in similar things, quickly loading, aiming, and then firing.

In an instant.

Hundreds of high-explosive incendiary bombs appeared under the dim sky like a blazing ladder.

After a perfect parabola, these powerful incendiary bombs fell into the orc army like a meteorite rain.

As mentioned earlier.

Although orcs are intelligent creatures, they are essentially plants that can split.

Such characteristics allow incendiary ammunition to cause multiple kills and continuous damage to orcs.

The incendiary bombs mixed with white phosphorus exploded in the green tide, as gorgeous as fireworks in the clear sky of summer, but the damage caused was extremely vicious. Orcs fell in groups. Their strong vitality prevented them from dying immediately after being injured, but the gunpowder mixed with white phosphorus was difficult to extinguish with ordinary means. Those orcs could only watch the small burns continue to spread outward and inward until he turned into a human torch and died in severe pain.

The first wave of saturation strikes achieved outstanding results.

The orcs suffered heavy losses, but they were not completely helpless.

The old priests with white hair covering their faces walked out of the orc army. They danced and shouted loudly on the battlefield. Garlon squinted his eyes and felt an obscure and ancient spiritual power gathering around them, spreading outward like an invisible vortex.

The second round of incendiary bombs followed.

But this time, the incendiary bombs that fell like meteorites had already misfired in mid-air and fell straight down without detonating.

Even if a few shells exploded after being trampled by the orc army, the damage caused was limited to a small area and could not cause an effective blow.

"Sure enough, hot weapons cannot have a decisive effect in the interstellar battlefield."

Garlon sighed.

Long before this, he had heard Adam say that.

The most reliable weapons in the wars participated in by the Atas monks were not various sophisticated bolt guns, beam cannons, etc.

But those ordinary, ancient blade spears that have been passed down for tens of millions of years.

After seeing this method, Garlon perked up a little.

The orcs who reorganized their army continued to advance. After temporarily suppressing the defense line of the joint army with firepower, they began to prepare for the siege.

Rows of sturdy orc bosses walked out of the array, carrying fruit tree wood on their shoulders, using dark green plasma as ink, and painted all kinds of strange and tricky patterns on the wood stakes. Under the blessing of the orcs' unique spiritual power, these woods became thick and hard. In the army behind them, there were also ancient war songs played with war drums and horns.

The big orcs stuck the wood into the ground.

They roared, and a dim and hazy red light was faintly emitted from their bodies under the inspiration of the sacrifice.

The uneven wood stakes were inserted in front of the bridgehead. After a short sprint, the orcs jumped high on the wood stakes. The dozens of meters high fortifications could not stop them.

However, when the orcs were in mid-air.

They naturally became live targets for the joint army and the flying dragons in the air.

The flying dragons and dragon tooth soldiers hovering over the battlefield like the god of death had already communicated with each other. They did not miss this good opportunity and descended one after another. They grabbed the bodies of the orcs with their sharp claws and brought them into the air. They either brutally tore them apart with their companions or directly threw the orcs down from a height and killed them with the help of gravity potential energy.

However, even so.

Among the huge number of orcs who took the initiative to attack, many of them still managed to climb the city wall.

They are often the strongest warriors in the tribe, as strong as demons, and they brought a lot of trouble to the United Legion after climbing the city wall.

The orc leader Okash is the captain of this death squad.

He is a warrior who has experienced many battles, and his scars all over his body boast of his bravery.

Not long ago, he had competed with different orc leaders in this city for the title of tyrant, and he was only half a step away from this glorious crown.

Okash has always been a little upset about the failure in the duel.

In his opinion, the failure of the duel was not because of his weak strength or the gap in combat skills.

It was purely because his weapon fell off in the final collision. The power sword that had accompanied him for several years was smashed by the orc tyrant with a giant axe, and then tore open his chest, making him the second in the duel.

And now.

When the orc tyrant was killed by Garlon.

For Okash, this is an opportunity to prove himself.

As for those humans and beasts who appeared out of nowhere, Okash was not too worried.

In his opinion, real orcs should enjoy the fun brought by war and be fearless. As for the black dragon called the disaster star by the prophets, he did not take it to heart. If it was really as the prophets said, he could not have missed the huge body of a thousand meters.

A more likely speculation is.

The other party just happened to pass by Terraria. Anyway, similar things have happened in the past.

With this idea, after making a furious war cry.

Okash's muscles burst, and his huge nasal cavity actually made a sharp sound like a train whistle. He stepped hard on the thick wooden stakes, exerted force with his legs, and his huge body hit the coalition's wall like a cannonball.

Boom!

The squeezed air exploded in all directions like gel.

Thunder rumbled.

Okash strode forward. He was not equipped with long-range thermal weapons. He held a huge single-sided axe in his left hand, and a rusty chain was wrapped around the other hand.

Swinging a huge axe, he chopped the two barbarians who besieged him into pieces.

Then he used chains to wrap around the attacking dragon, dragging the nearly 20-meter-long adult dragon alive from the sky.

He chopped off its head with an axe.

The huge body of the dragon fell from the city wall.

The bright red blood sprayed everywhere, and the orcs' originally somewhat exhausted morale became excited again.

War cries came out from their mouths one after another. The ancient war cries overlapped and gathered together to weaken the spiritual power of Brother Atas.

Such a bloody scene.

Naturally attracted the attention of Garlon on the high ground.

He looked at the orcs, although he didn't know whether there was a life level division such as extraordinary reality in these guys' group.

But there is no doubt that the momentum exuded by Okash is no less than many third-level life strongmen.

"He is an interesting guy." Garlon commented silently.

"Father, let me go!"

At this time, a brown-haired girl in golden armor walked out of the Dragon Tooth Corps standing behind Garlon as the honor guard.

"You?" Garlon was stunned for a moment. He remembered that there were no women when the Dragon Tooth Corps was first made.

But soon, he realized that the girl in front of him should be a second-generation Dragon Tooth Corps.

Even now.

The number of people who can pass the test and become full-time Dragon Tooth Corps in the Radiation Corps is still quite rare, and the total number of second-generation Dragon Tooth Corps is not much more than the first generation.

And the number of women among them is so rare that they can be counted on one hand.

But...

Garlon looked at the girl in front of him with interest, and Clesia raised her head and looked at Garlon fearlessly.

"Not bad."

Garlon squeezed out a "nuclear-kind" smile on his face and asked happily, "What's your name."

"Clesia."

"Are you sure? That orc is very powerful, not much worse than the so-called tyrant."

"Bathed in your glory, I will be invincible." Clesia answered loudly, her eyes burning like a torch.

"Hahaha."

Galon laughed unabashedly.

Among all the templates, his desire to attack was the strongest, and every drop of blood in his body was flowing with the genes of violence and conquest.

"Then go ahead, cut off the monster's head, feed his body to the birds and beasts, and let everyone know that their emperor is back."

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On the city wall.

Okash killed everyone with his terrible power comparable to the third life level.

In a few minutes, two flying dragons and nearly a hundred coalition soldiers died in his hands. Even the experienced Atas monks could not stop him.

But to Okash's surprise, the scene of a thousand miles of collapse did not appear on the battlefield.

He was in crisis instead.

The huge force was transmitted to him through the spear.

Okash staggered and almost fell off the city wall.

When he came to his senses, he was surprised to find that it was not those annoying mechanical warriors or the huge radioactive beasts that blocked him, but a human girl who was not even half his height.

She was wearing golden armor, a mask on her face, and her long brown hair shone in the sun.

Her muscular body revealed amazing vitality and beauty.

She stood on the battlefield, blocking Okash. The allied soldiers around her spontaneously dodged to the outside, leaving a place for the two to duel on the chaotic city wall.

"I think you must be delicious."

Okash grinned, his face quickly became angry, and his words revealed undisguised disdain.

He took a deep breath, and his muscles became red with blood.

On his thick arms, the thick veins glowed black like the roots of an old tree, and he used all his strength to rotate the axe and chopped down the girl.

However, what frightened him was that the girl's dazzling figure disappeared in front of him in an instant.

She appeared on the side of Okash.

Twisting his waist in the air, the power ran through his body, and he kicked Okash like a dragon swinging its tail.

The huge force was as irresistible as a mad dragon, and instantly made this strong warrior fly backwards and hit the parapet of the city wall, making a dull sound. Countless bricks and stones broke off the city wall and rolled down to the bottom of the city.

"Monster!"

Okash looked at his completely broken arm with horror.

In the moment he reacted, he had already used his arm to block, but he was still seriously injured. If he was a little slower, the previous grab would probably be enough to make him lose his life.

If you encounter a clever cheetah, you can patiently wait for a flaw, and you can also deal with a savage brown bear.

But if the opponent not only has the strength of a brown bear but also the agility of a cheetah, it would be a bit too difficult to deal with.

On the battlefield, Clesia's light became more and more dazzling.

"We are back."

The young dragon tooth soldier inserted the spear in his hand into the city wall and walked towards Okash with bare hands. She growled, her voice full of majesty like a lioness, "The long night is coming to an end. From today until the end of time, we will be invincible and unbeatable under the leadership of the Great Emperor."

Okash's strong body fell on the parapet, announcing a signal.

It meant that the orcs' active attack had fallen into a stalemate.

Next, they took various methods to try to save the situation, such as the killing cans controlled by the fart spirit, the air support unit's explosive helicopter, or the dreadnought mecha that looked like a Titan but was much smaller, but several waves of attacks were repelled by the coalition.

Finally, when Okash's head was thrown off the wall by Clesia, the orcs' dying counterattack was completely declared a failure.

At the same time.

Garon suddenly opened his eyes and sensed a vast ancient energy coming from the city.

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