Chapter 808 Shocking Reinforcements

Seeing that the army under him had finally reached the city wall, One-eyed Lonte raised his hands and laughed excitedly: "Hahahaha! Cowards who betray the great Gruumsh and the orc traditions are not our opponents at all! Go! Warriors! Kill them all! Sacrifice the souls of these traitors to the great orc gods!"

As a guy who believes that power is the truth, he is very keen on destroying those weak tribes, especially killing those tribal leaders who dared to resist him. Only blood and lost lives can make him feel supremely satisfied.

Of course, this also has something to do with his getting older. Although legendary fighters can slow down the speed of physical aging, Longte, who is over half a century old, still inevitably begins to decline. Because of this, he can't tolerate people who disobey him , the means are becoming more and more brutal, just to create an illusion, an illusion that he is still strong and invincible.

There is no respect for the old and the virtuous in the tradition of the orcs. Those young warriors who are both talented and ambitious are spying on the legendary throne of the High Wasteland all the time. They will definitely challenge if they are sure, and some may even instigate a rebellion , in short evil and chaos ruled most of the orc tribes.

One-eyed Longte doesn't have to worry about being challenged now, because the muscles on his body are still full of explosive power, and he can continue to remain unwavering at the level of a legendary fighter for at least ten years.

Leading the army to attack the civilized world this time is mainly to win the favor of the orc god Gruumsh. After all, whether it is killing betrayers or starting a war, everything is what this god is most willing to see. Longt hopes that he can obtain the divinity bestowed by the gods, so as to become a glorious elect, so that he can avoid continuing to age.

I have to say, as an orc without any education. It's not easy to think of so much, but in fact he ignored the most important point, that is, he didn't investigate the opponent's strength clearly, and his impression of the West Hartland region remained at the original level.

You must know that the wilderness used to do this when it invaded civilizations. It overwhelmed the opponent with an absolutely superior number. It doesn't matter what tactics you have, as long as you burn, kill, loot and push forward. When enough is enough, retreat.

After all, the West Hartland region has been divided. Except for some large cities such as Soba and Baldur's Gate, ordinary villages and towns do not have the ability to resist at all. For the mighty monsters, they are basically undefended, coming and going as they want, and looting happens sometimes.

In One-eyed Ronte's view, Henry is just a treacherous and weak human being. The reason why Ghost City touts him is just to increase the bargaining chip and want to gain more benefits in this war. Ability.

Located on the top of the mountain not far behind the battlefield. A mage wearing a black long-distance running was observing the situation through the mirror. When he saw countless orcs climbing up the city wall under the cover of the swamp hydra, he immediately stood up and said to the man wearing a black cloak: " Your Highness, Longte's army seems to be about to capture the city, shall we give him a hand and push the battle line across the Bariskell Bridge?"

"Hehe, you thought this city would be so easy to capture?" The man gently took off his hood, revealing a handsome face full of sarcasm. It was none other than Ghost Prince Ruivalan Tanshul.

He stared at the tragic scene in the mirror and explained: "Henry Angomey is not an ordinary opponent. He has single-handedly established a huge intelligence agency on the continent of Faerun that is not inferior to the Harper League and the Zhentarim Society. At this moment You must have received the news and responded accordingly. Just watch. As long as this section of the city wall falls, rescuers will appear immediately."

As soon as the words fell, a warrior holding a red two-handed giant sword descended from the sky and hit a hydra heavily on the back.

He waved his weapon like a god of war, and chopped off all five heads in just a few seconds. The speed and proficiency in martial arts were simply appalling. Even the two warring parties who were repeatedly fighting for the city wall stopped subconsciously, staring He rounded his eyes and wanted to know where this is sacred.

"Hahahahaha! War! This is my favorite war! Come on! Let's kill! I will sway the glory of God of War here! Glory to Tempus!"

The terrifying warrior laughed wildly and shouted. While recklessly harvesting life, ordinary orc warriors couldn't last a round in his hands, and even the hydra who was rampant just now could only last a few seconds longer.

The trolls, gnolls, goblins, and orcs who had been marching forward were instantly stunned, and they hurriedly retreated in fright, especially the least courageous goblins turned around and ran away. Morale plummeted to freezing point.

The flaming two-handed greatsword restrained the regeneration ability of hydras and trolls, and the scorching temperature could even melt steel. Most of the guys who charged up were cooked before they even got close.

Undoubtedly, it is the strength of a legendary warrior to fight against the endless barbaric army with one man's power. He is like a tireless killing machine, and he has created a horrific carnage in the blink of an eye.

All the enemies below the east wall stopped moving forward. Due to the loss of backup, those who rushed up the wall were quickly killed by the defenders' concerted efforts, and the originally crumbling defense line stabilized again.

Allen wiped the blood on his robe and shouted under the city wall: "Uncle Vaughn! The way you played is so cool! Did my father ask you to come?"

"Haha! Thank you for your compliment. That's right, your father asked me to come. You must know that only the battlefield is my destination." The warrior with amazing strength lifted his helmet's visor, revealing a big furry face. Face, who is it not the half-orc warrior Vaughan.

Although he killed two or three hundred people and four swamp hydra, there was no trace of fatigue on his face at this moment, and his two piercing eyes exuded a sharp murderous look. Frightened, as if being stared at by a giant dragon.

Allen smiled wryly and shook his head: "Okay, then I'll leave it to you. I've been fighting for hours, and now I need to go back to the Mage Tower and take a good rest."

"Don't worry, as long as I'm here, these guys don't want to take a step closer to the city wall." Vaughan put down his mask after finishing speaking. He roared at the endless enemy, "Come on! Are you going to watch like cowards?"

"Oh... my God... this guy is simply crazy! He is provoking tens of thousands of enemies!" A human mercenary said in a trembling voice. Although he had heard of heroes in countless adventure stories, it was the first time he had seen such a brave and fearless hero.

"That's because he has this strength. Keep your eyes open and watch how a real warrior fights." The corners of Allen's mouth turned up slightly, his face full of confidence.

He had seen Vaughan fight with nearly a hundred barbarian fighters with bare hands in the barracks since he was a child. As a result, all the barbarian fighters were knocked down, but this half-orc soldier still stood firmly on the ground, as if his body After hundreds of punches, there was no damage at all.

The adventures in the Nether Mountains in his early years gave Vaughan extraordinary recovery and physical strength. He is more suitable for protracted battles than any legendary warrior, if the combat intensity is not high. Then it can last for a few days and nights until the enemies are driven out.

Soon, the troll with the lowest IQ and the worst patience couldn't help but launch the attack first, followed by the jackals, and the orcs were not to be outdone, and they all rushed up...

Vaughn burst into a big smile, smiling very happily, as if what rushed over was not an enemy, but delicious food and spirits. He stretched very calmly, and then his eyes began to turn red quickly. He raised his fiery two-handed sword to meet them, and chopped off the few unlucky ones in the front with just one encounter.

The "Giant Slayer" is longer, wider, and heavier than ordinary two-handed swords. In theory, the shape of a sword is not as good as a two-handed axe. But as the saying goes, the right one is the best.

For Vaughn, this weapon perfectly fits his own strength and combat skills, especially when performing martial arts such as sweeping and force chopping, it is completely more effective than half the effort, and even the head of a dragon can be chopped off.

In his hands, the terrifying two-handed giant sword was like a scythe harvesting death. Corpses were scattered everywhere it passed, and a bloody path was abruptly cut through the tens of thousands of troops.

"It's terrible! Is this the power of a legendary warrior?!"

Fugner stood on the city wall trembling all over. At the same time, he stared straight at the one-eyed Longte standing on the back of the swamp hydra in the distance, and couldn't imagine that if the legend on the supreme wasteland had personally acted from the very beginning, wouldn't he be dead by now? ?

For the first time, he had a clear understanding of the high-end power of Faerun Continent, and understood that sometimes quantity has no advantage over absolute quality. At the same time, he was determined to let his unborn son receive the best education. It is necessary to train it to become a real strong man.

Vaughan, who turned on his berserk posture, is like a heavy tank, moving forward, forward, and forward in the vast crowd. Remnants of limbs and arms were flying all over the sky, and bloody internal organs and brains were scattered all over the ground. He didn't remember how many people he had killed, but he was enjoying the smooth battle, repeatedly modifying the movement of swinging the sword, perfecting his unique martial skills...

Such a pure, flawless warrior finally attracted the attention of the gods. A beam of light symbolizing neutrality shone on the half-orc warrior, followed by everyone who saw the figure emerging from the sky.

It was a man wearing full body armor stained with blood. A man wearing a steel helmet has a menacing look under his mask. He holds a black giant sword full of gaps, and criss-cross scars can be seen everywhere on his thighs and arms. Anyone with a little common sense can recognize him. He is the master of war in the Toril world, the patron saint of all warriors, the great God of War Tempus.

No one dared to offend the majesty of Tempus. All battlefields belonged to the domain of the Lord of War. Even if the orcs had their own military god, Inavo, they bowed their heads in fear. After all, in terms of divine power level and influence, they were simply equal It's a world of difference.

Tempus is a powerful divine power, whose influence spreads to the entire main plane, and even the multiverse, while Inavo is just a weak divine power, a member of the orc pantheon, and even the main god Gruumsh may not be willing to recruit warlords. Wang, let alone him.

Therefore, a strange scene appeared on the battlefield. More and more people knelt down to welcome the arrival of the great God of War out of fear. Only two people remained unmoved, that is, One-eyed Longte and Vaughn... (to be continued~^~ )