Chapter 799 Flesh Mill (Monthly Ticket 2500 Plus Updates)
Zhao Mai swung his spear and threw the empty armor and cloak to the ground. Around him, the stone bullets of the trebuchet, the crossbow bolts of the giant crossbow, and various long and short arrows fell like hailstones of large and small sizes, drawing a large circle around Zhao Mai. Their accuracy was worrying, and some of them were slipped away by Zhao Mai's psychic barrier, so they all returned in vain.
The wind blew, the clouds surged, and the heavy leaden-gray clouds were attracted by the force of nature, covering the scorching sunshine. Soon, pattering ice rain fell from the sky and poured on the skin, making the orcs who were burned by the sun feel extremely comfortable. They slowly got up from the ground, panting in embarrassment, and looked at the surrounding situation: the entire battlefield fell into a rare calm, and everyone's eyes were focused on Zhao Mai alone.
"Your defeat is determined, surrender! Dedicate the city!" Zhao Mai's voice reached the castle above the wind and rain. "The Ringwraiths have been defeated by me. According to the rules of the orcs, I have achieved complete victory in the general challenge. You have lost!"
There was no response from the city wall, only black clouds rolling in the sky. Sauron already knew the failures of his generals. The nine Ring Spirits he trusted and relied on the most had already failed eight times with Zhao Mai. It would take time for the Nazgul to regroup, and Sauron was undoubtedly in trouble. The evil black tower's flaming eyes cast their red gaze over a distance of thousands of miles, shining directly on Talion Castle. A flash of red lightning exploded on the city wall, a huge thunder sound continued, and then the orcs in the entire castle fell into a frenzy.
Not just orcs, but goblins, giants, and ogres as well. Their eyes were red, their blood was gushing, and their bulging muscles were covered with blood vessels like earthworms. There are no more orc rules, no ability to judge whether the enemy is strong or we are weak, everything is just killing and chaos.
The city gate fell to the ground with a rumble, and countless orcs came out. Commanders, centurions, and even ordinary orc warriors came out with all the living creatures in the castle to kill. Leading the way was a bald chicken. It jumped directly from the city wall, flapped its wings to slow down, and charged with its neck raised, completely ignoring Zhao Mai.
"You should surrender!" Zhao Mai roared. His voice contained the power of psychic powers, which frightened the orcs, including the chicken. But the others rushing behind did not slow down. When he found someone blocking the road in front of him, he swung his weapon without thinking and cut a bloody path. Sauron's thunder continued to echo in the sky, like a war drum, urging the defenders to abandon the city and start a bloody battle.
This voice also reached Zhao Mai, and the orcs in the Blackfoot settlement began to get excited. Bloodshot eyes crawled into their eyes, and everyone in the group became short of breath. Orcs, after all, are a race born for killing and destruction. Can't even the rules be broken?
"WAAAGH!!!" The Blackfoot settlement roared. They braved the icy rain, stepped on the puddles, and began to charge while waving their weapons. Zhao Mai heard the footsteps charging from two directions and closed his eyes in pain on the battlefield. Once war begins, it will become a wild horse and will always lose control. Only when enough blood is shed and enough sacrifices are made, will this maddening monster be satisfied and be put in a cage. In this case, let's bleed...
The icy rain dispersed, and the sun suddenly shone down. Zhao Mai wanted to use this method to drive away the orcs on his side, but would Sauron let him do so? The power of the dark curse once again enveloped the sky, and the sun was completely blocked. All the orcs became excited and felt that they were back to their best physical condition.
Zhao Mai couldn't think about it anymore. The balance of two evils tends to be the lesser, and Zhao Mai must try his best to reduce the losses of the Blackfoot settlement. He no longer hesitated, raised the hunter's blood spear and rushed towards the castle.
Apparition took Zhao Mai across the battlefield, always appearing in the areas with the highest concentration of orcs. Then there was the brilliant trajectory of the lightsaber, the broken limbs and broken arms flying all over the sky, and the head that still kept a shouting expression kept spinning in the air. The huge differences in abilities, skills, strength, and speed made this battle boring, just one-sided killing.
But Zhao Mai felt that this speed was not fast enough. He took a glance and found that the two orcs were still approaching each other quickly. So he put away his melee weapons and transformed into a ball of light with spiritual elements. Pure white energy balls appeared on the Castle Orcs' forward line.
Then came the Thunder. Lightning of pure psychic power erupted from the orb of spiritual elemental light and swept across the orc's body. The psychic lightning penetrated the heads of the orcs one by one, burning their brains, and then continued to jump to the head of the next orc. This is the Witch King Karak's favorite trick, which is enough to suppress any slave uprising. His ambition, his cruelty, and his overwhelming power are all concentrated in this spiritual lightning storm.
Lightning shot out from his fingertips, and Zhao Mai roared. At first the roar was full of disappointment and anger, but later it turned into pure violence. He had always believed in the orcs' rules and hoped to reduce casualties in this way. He also has the illusion that the best way to end evil is to directly eliminate the evil leader, and evil will naturally collapse. But the truth is, no war ends this way.
A fan-shaped charging orc fell down in front of Zhao Mai, and Zhao Mai's eyes turned blood red. He changed his position again, another psychic lightning storm broke out, and another fan fell down. The Blackfoot settlement's "WAAAGH!!!" is getting closer and closer, and Zhao Mai's lightning is getting faster and faster. The white ball of light gradually turned red, and the color of the psychic lightning became darker and darker.
The two groups of orcs finally collided together, and Zhao Mai also teleported to the back of the orcs in the castle, with the lightning still there. He roared angrily: "Surrender! Surrender quickly! Surrender or die! Die!" The red ball of light spun, and psychic lightning swept across all directions, and the power began to get out of control. The power of natural elements was mixed into the original pure psychic power, and an explosion occurred. Lightning no longer strikes only the mind, but begins to cut, burn, and explode flesh and blood. The scene immediately became terrifying.
Zhao Mai finally rushed to the city gate, and lightning penetrated straight into it, raging in the fortress castle. No orcs were able to break out again, but they kept charging, and the bodies piled up. The psychic lightning continued to explode the corpse into pieces, and the flesh and blood flowed from the city gate like lava, slowly passing by Zhao Mai's feet, like a scene of the end of the world.
The red thunder rang in the sky for a while, and finally lost to Zhao Mai's psychic lightning. The dark clouds stopped rolling, the thunder gradually subsided, and the entire castle gradually became quiet. Zhao Mai returned to his original shape, standing in front of the city gate covered in blood, his feet already covered in red, gray and green mucus. Behind him, the Blackfoot community cheered loudly for victory, "WAAAGH!!!"