Having said that, Darkus' team still didn't move. There was only one chance to intervene, but not now. The situation was a little less optimistic than he expected. Before breaking into the stable passage of the North Star Pyramid, he could only count on the natives and orcs of Obion Island to put in more effort. Maybe it would be the harvest after that? There may not be much need to come or not, unless...
"My Lord of Blades, then... what is that thing?" Maranur said, pointing to the object flying in a parabola in the sky.
Darkus did not answer Maranur, but handed over his upgraded monocular.
As soon as the goblin pointed hat was put on and the wings were tied casually, the goblin pilot was launched from the throwing machine and crashed into the enemy formation with a strange scream.
Darkus had already caught a glimpse of this group of disposable single-soldier doomsday paratroopers. He had always thought that this was more like a joke? But he never expected that it was true. He shook his head and could hardly believe his eyes. The doomsday paratrooper launched from the catapult broke through the sky and disappeared into the clouds like a bullet, and then began to fall and disappear into the temple city below. He could even feel the crazy giggles of the goblins echoing in his ears. I imagined the goblin smashing to the ground and turning into a ball of green meat paste.
"What kind of limited version of the human-flesh Stuka?"
Half an hour later, the Baine team stranded on the ridge moved. Their task was to first take out the orcs' goblin trebuchets and dive destruction catapults.
After another half hour, after seeing that there were no goblins and stones in the air, the teams of Darkus and Selire also started to move. All the silver-helmeted cold lizard fear knights began to rush down the mountain crazily, using rocks and shields as cover. . With the blessing of the Jaguar battle flag, auxiliary magic and Big Brother's command, the cold lizard ran as fast as possible.
As he got closer, Darkos could hear the echo of the shouts of the orcs ahead. The beastly roar was amplified ten times, and finally turned into the voice of the angry god. He heard other sounds in the distance, war cries, the clash of weapons. Somewhere, humans or something near-human chanted the names of the Dark Gods, and the orcs responded by shouting at the top of their voices in their bestial tongues.
The orcs following behind noticed the signs of the charge of the Druchi ranks, and they poured out slowly and relentlessly, filling the streets with an irresistible green wave.
A ghostly pendulum appeared above the orcs' heads. As Druchi's team approached, and with the simultaneous orders from Drusala and Colonia, the pendulum swung rapidly and passed through the orcs' formation. , the pendulum's sharp blade cut the orc's flesh and bones, turning the orc into pools of green juice.
Under the ravages of magic, a centurion or so of the orcs were wiped out.
The big jab at the end of the formation disappeared. As the team got closer, Darkus, who was rushing in the front row, held up the God's Halberd. The long silk ribbon with gorgeous runes at the connection between the halberd and the halberd pole fluttered in the wind.
The silver-helmeted Cold Lizard Dread Knights, like butter knives, cut through the orc formation that was destroyed by the hazy pendulum. After some harvesting, they soon appeared in a huge square.
Huge rubbles litter the square, proving that the place once seemed to have had a roof. Huge stone pillars jut upward, supporting a ceiling that no longer exists. The stone pillars show signs of age erosion, and the intricate stone carvings are covered with moss.
Darkus knew that the team passed through the Skink community and came to the grand market, but he didn't understand why the grand market in this temple city had a roof? Maybe it’s differentiation? He had no time to think about such things now.
A big orc rushed over and grabbed Darkus. After glaring at him with its bloodthirsty eyes, the big guy spun on the spot and twitched his tail.
Darkus took advantage of the big guy's rotation to avoid another orc's weapon strike, and used his halberd to fight back and directly cut off the orc's knee. The orc roared in pain and fell down, with his leg broken. The orc could no longer move, and was crushed by the cold lizard's hind legs. He raised the halberd level again, and pushed the halberd back, blocking the orc weapon that tried to attack Ren from the other side, and pushed the weapon away.
Renn, who had just split open a big orc, reacted. He adjusted his direction in shock and anger. The half-meter-long reality blade cut directly into the big orc's Tianling Cap, extending to the abdomen. Only then did he Pull out the blade of reality. Just as Darkus was fighting, the dark clouds above his head boiled in the sky, flashing with red light, as if contaminated with unclean dust. Huge thunder appeared from the sky and struck into this god full of chaos. In the temple city. In the strange light he could see the faces of other druchi, both male and female. They looked grotesque and savage, their features carved into expressions of bloodlust and violence. Drusala glared at the orcs fiercely, Maranur's face was twisted with mad hatred, and they all seemed to be trapped in some kind of crazy dream.
Darkos soon figured out that the intertwining of chaotic energy and ancient saint magic produced something that mortals should not endure. If you stay here for a long time, it is likely to distort the thoughts in your mind. But he said nothing, and the sounds of violence intensified, and the entire temple city shook as if struck by a giant hammer.
The sky flickered again and a strange wailing sound filled the air.
There was no room for distraction on the battlefield, and the orcs appeared again like a green wave, and a group of orcs appeared on the side of the pyramid.
Darkus, who was still fighting, used his peripheral vision to see a leader among these orcs wearing special clothes, who was obviously an orc shaman. The orc shaman screamed and pointed at them, holding a staff made of skulls.
"Defense!" Darkus shouted, and he saw these condescending orc boys raising their bows and arrows, shooting a hail of arrows at the team from above. Despite the distance, the power of the arrow cannot be underestimated.
The Druchi reacted quickly. Some raised their shields, and some jumped off the backs of the cold lizards, looking for angles where bows and arrows could not reach to avoid attacks. Soon, dense arrows landed clattering around them. Some hit the solid shield, making a crisp impact sound, while others penetrated the gaps in the cold lizard's armor and hit the hard scale skin. superior.
Then another wave of arrows struck again. Colonia cursed and quickly cast a spell. A black flame rushed towards the orcs, burning the arrows completely.
Seeing this, the orc boys responded angrily with their vicious language, uttering constant taunts and insults. But soon, they were surprised to find that the black flame did not disappear, but continued to rush towards them...
With the gift of Brother Mao, the orc shaman gained the ability to release energy waves through his eyes. The wave was like a laser, shooting towards the team. But Drusala, who had already been prepared, quickly raised the Heart-Breaking Gun and counterattacked before the energy wave reached half the distance. She cleverly turned the direction of the energy wave so that it was directed at the orc shaman.
However, the strength of this orc shaman obviously cannot be underestimated. His counter-spell was equally fast and powerful, quickly dispelling the energy wave previously released from his eyes, causing the energy wave to dissipate into nothingness in a flash.
Then Drusala let out a scream of agony that seemed to tear apart the atmosphere around it. After the scream, she regained consciousness. Her eyes were locked on the eager gaze of the orc shaman, and she understood that the orc shaman was trying to torture her with mental waves.
Drusala's face already had a hint of ferocity, but it looked even more terrifying at this moment. Before she met Darkus, the terror she had been exposed to and felt was stronger than the mental waves of this orc shaman, and that terror was strong enough to tear her soul apart. Now, she once again grasped the Heartbreaker and pointed it at the orc shaman. Anger burned within her, and she let out a growl that she had learned from her lover, a word that seemed to her full of power and rage.
"What are you looking at?!"
The orc shaman was horrified. He realized that his tried and tested brain blasting technique was actually restricted by some kind of force and was gradually compressed. He tried his best to suppress the fear in his heart and try to stay calm. Soon, he realized that this restrictive force began to become stronger, and his abilities were severely restricted.
In a short period of time, the orc shaman seemed to have successfully stabilized the situation and maintained the compressed brain blasting technique. For a moment, he was caught in the delusion of self-deception, thinking that he had achieved victory. However, he soon realizes that this is just an illusion. The compressed Brain Explosion Technique suddenly exploded, his brain collapsed in an instant, and bursts of sparks burst out from his body. Then, his figure gradually blurred into a statue made of molten bronze light, taking on the appearance of a fat and terrifying orc.
Immediately afterwards, the flesh and blood on the body of the orc shaman began to corrode rapidly, and the bones were exposed, and then disappeared quickly, and his bones gradually melted, and finally he disappeared from this world forever.