The next day
, a brand new order was issued from the temporary command center. With the Astral Knights as the command node and the basic leadership, the Puppet Legion Wizard Development Branch began to show its fangs and claws.
The mobilized Warcraft nobles pulled up a large motley army of Beastmen and began to confront the pioneering troops head-on.
The basic puppet army led by the Astral Knights began to clash with these miscellaneous armies. The powerful Astral Knights relied on their steel bodies and Achilles heavy armor to almost ignore the elemental attacks of the Warcraft. Their chainswords and elemental bolters almost became a nightmare for the Orcs.
The blade of the chain sword easily tore through the seemingly indestructible and element-resistant skin of the Warcraft, and there was not even a complete corpse under the bolt gun. The attack power of the bolt gun reached It has reached the high level of a third-level wizard apprentice, and can be adjusted to greater power and rapid fire. It is simply not something that these orcs, who have not even derived basic civilization and systems, can resist.
The intensity of the battle increased day by day, and soon, more and more Warcraft led the forcibly recruited Beastmen to participate in this battle. Each time the pioneering troops faced enemies dozens of times their own.
But none of the Astral Knights are afraid. Since the enemy's quality is horribly low, they can only accumulate their own merit through quantity.
Every recruit dreams of having a silver military star printed on their chest after this battle, preferably dyed gold.
The basic puppet army, which has no intelligence and operates mechanically and rigidly according to fixed procedures, just uses the weapons in its hands to chop down the enemy. The metal body ignores the attacks of those strong beastmen, and the enchantment of a single rune is more powerful than ordinary weapons. Powerful enchanted weapons can easily defeat their opponents.
The pioneering troops, from the bottom to the middle to the top, without exception, all crushed these orcs. Only with the intervention of some powerful Warcraft with long reputations and special titles did they gradually stop the collapse like a dike. .
Each of these powerful Warcraft people has reached the level of a first-level life form. Even the powerful Star Knight must be careful with their attacks. The Star Knight's steel body and thick power armor can withstand these attacks for them. Powerful Warcraft attack.
Their elemental bolters and chain swords could not maintain their overwhelming attack power in the face of these powerful Warcraft. The Astral Knights fought back and forth with the Warcraft.
Willix was sitting in the rear. Holding the power fist, he wanted to actually participate in the battle on the front line several times, but he was pulled back by the priests and the company commander. The reason was that the two Warcraft kings who had never shown up were still there. Didn't show up.
"You cowardly guys make me sit in the back every day. When will you let me really use the power of my power fist?!"
Amidst the bursts of dissatisfied noises, Willix was beaten by two more people. The priest folded his arms and returned to his seat.
Then he saw two priests holding heavy double-sided weapons carved with Ghidorah's head and smashing the heads of several Warcraft people.
"For the Lord of the Golden Void!!!"
The two priests raised the bodies of the Warcraft with their heads crushed in their hands, shouting the name of the Lord of the Golden Void.
At this moment, Willix felt the deep malice of Double Standard.
You guys who are riding horses, if you hold me back and prevent me from getting on, you will jump up on your own!
In a corner of the battlefield, the two-headed Warcraft King pulled out his sharp claws from an Astral Knight recruit.
The two wretched guys looked at the energy core shining with strange light in their claws, and looked at each other, a deep greed revealed in their eyes.
They saw further hope from the energy core in the Astral Knight's body. This special energy was something they had never seen before, and it was a completely new arrangement of energy.
They have been wandering around the battlefield for a long time, and they found that these heavy-armored knights have thick skin and amazing endurance. At the same level, Warcraft people will be killed by such heavy-armored knights.
However, these heavily armored knights lacked the decisive offensive means. In the eyes of the two Warcraft kings, the opponents were not too strong.
"Maybe we can give it a try. These guys who look like tin cans are not too strong, and their most powerful presence is the guy wearing big gloves. He is no match for us.
" The King of Warcraft, who had a crocodile head on his head and was covered in scales, with fine hairs growing between the scales, and flashes of electric sparks from time to time, said.
He was referring to a certain chapter leader who was pinned down on a chair by a double-standard priest.
"Crocodile King, I know what you are thinking. The energy in these cans really makes me feel the progress I have not seen for a long time."
The other one looks like a leopard standing upright, with two pairs of wings on its back, and it looks agile. Said the Warcraft King of the top players.
"But I think we should pay more attention to that big guy in the sky. You can see it."
He is another Warcraft king who is respectfully called the Flying Leopard King by the Warcraft people. He is good at ambush and likes to sneak in secrets. The observing Crocodile King, the Flying Leopard King is more cautious than the Crocodile King.
"I can't wait, no matter how you say it, I can't wait!"
The Crocodile King's vertical pupils suddenly stretched into a thin line, and violent words spewed out from his big mouth.
He has been trapped in this strength level for more than 300 years, and he doesn't know how long he can live. He has a vague feeling that he is like a creature that has been forcibly stitched together. He looks extremely powerful in amphibious and land-based amphibious manner. But the conflict within his body made him miserable.
He didn't want to be tortured like this anymore, even if there was a glimmer of hope, he would fight for it.
Originally, he wanted to run away, and even he felt helpless among the big guys that day, but it was different now. He saw hope for his future, and he had to hold on to even the slightest glimmer of light.
The energy of a tin can is too little for him. He wants more, he wants everything, he wants the big guy flying in the sky! Now that energy has emerged, it proves that there must be more.
He doesn't want to hide anymore, he doesn't want to secretly observe the enemy, he wants to open the enemy's head and take out this good thing from the enemy's chest!
Seeing the murderous look of the Crocodile King, even the Flying Leopard King, no matter how conservative he was, fell silent at this moment. So why was he not the same with the Crocodile King's problem?
I don't know how long it took, but a dazzling light suddenly lit up in the eyes of the Flying Leopard King that were originally a pool of stagnant water.
"Let's go."
The Flying Leopard King said as if he had regained something.
"Let's go!"
The Crocodile King nodded fiercely, and the two kings of Warcraft, known as the Warcraft Myth, turned their heads and cast their sights on a frontline position protected by layers of strange metal creations on a mountainside. .
(End of chapter)