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Chapter 268 Is he a god? No, he's a hero!
Flames soared into the sky over the valley basin.
This is no longer home, but purgatory; the tribe's defenses have been breached in several places.
The elderly orc chieftain, a werewolf with gray hair, stood on a makeshift platform made of corpses and scrap wood.
He raised his giant axe and shouted to his tribesmen before him:
"For the children! For the continuation of the tribe!"
"It's time for us old bones to give our last bit of strength!"
Tens of thousands of orcs gathered before him.
They were either old, frail, or disabled.
A minotaur with one arm wields a nicked iron axe with his single arm.
A blind old bear-man listened intently, then pointed his sharpened wooden spear at the direction from which the demons were surging.
They are the elderly, weak, sick, and disabled of the tribe; they are the first and last line of defense at this moment.
Behind them was a breakout force of more than 20,000 elite young men.
They were escorting all the children and young females of the tribe, preparing to break through from the weakest point of the defense on the west side.
This is a survival rule ingrained in the bones of orcs over tens of thousands of years.
When the catastrophe of annihilation befell the tribe, the old, weak, sick, and disabled had to risk their lives to buy time for the young warriors and the young sparks to escape.
No one felt this was unfair.
No one backed down.
The blind old bear-man suddenly shouted:
"Chief! The messenger who sent for help... still couldn't break through?"
"no."
The old clan chief's voice was hoarse.
He looked out of the valley and saw an endless army of demons like a black tide, almost engulfing everything.
Shortly after Warwick left, this massive demon army discovered the tribe.
Fortune did not smile upon them.
Hundreds of thousands of monsters surrounded the Bone Mountain Range, cutting off all their food sources and routes to reinforcements.
The demon leader was cunning; he surrounded them without attacking, intending to wear them down.
The orcs sent messengers seeking help, one after another, but they were all killed.
Other tribes had no idea of their situation, so naturally no reinforcements came.
Until yesterday, the orc tribe ran out of food, and morale was low.
The demon leader launched a probing attack, only to discover that there were only two seventh-tier beings left in the tribe.
It finally stopped waiting.
The all-out offensive... has begun!
"roar--!"
In the center of the battlefield, two towering figures clashed violently with an even larger demonic shadow.
A seventh-tier minotaur chieftain wielded a mountain-sized hammer.
A seventh-tier bear-man warrior, wielding a broad axe the size of a door panel, is joining forces to attack a seventh-tier demon leader.
"Talos! Take the children away!" The chieftain's roar pierced the battlefield.
Talos, the seventh-tier minotaur chieftain who was fighting the demon leader, froze for a moment and was struck by the demon leader's claws, leaving five bloody gashes on his chest.
He roared, his giant hammer forcing back the demons, his huge bull eyes filled with struggle and pain.
"Usok! It's up to you!" Talos roared at his bear-man companion.
"roar--!"
The seventh-tier bear-man, Ursok, understood immediately. His muscles swelled instantly, and fine beads of blood seeped from under his skin as he entered a ferocious state, fearless of death.
His strength and speed surged, and he managed to hold off the arrogant demon leader all by himself for the time being!
Without further hesitation, Talos turned and charged toward the breakout force.
He was willing to use his own life to tear a bloody path for the children.
Now, only the berserk bear-man remains, single-handedly holding off this seventh-tier demon.
He knew he couldn't hold on for long.
But every second he held on gave the children a greater chance of hope.
"Kill—!" The breakout troops roared in a desperate charge.
The defense line, composed of the old, weak, sick, and disabled, also launched a fearless counterattack against the demon tide.
The mournful cries echoed through the valley.
Just when all the orcs thought they could only face death like this, a dazzling streak of light pierced the night sky, which was stained black by smoke.
Then, the second one, the third one...
Countless points of light, like a grand meteor shower, rose from the other side of the mountains, trailing long tails of flame, covering the entire sky!
Inside the valley, all the orcs fighting to the death, regardless of age, instinctively looked up.
They were stunned.
What is that?
next second.
"boom--!!!"
A "meteor" struck precisely in the center of the demons' densest formation.
A horrific explosion occurred.
A blinding burst of light erupted, and a visible white shockwave spread out with a roar!
The dozens of demons at the explosion site, along with the ground beneath their feet, turned into dust.
A huge crater appeared out of nowhere, and the earth trembled violently.
The surrounding demons didn't even have time to scream before they were torn to shreds by the artillery fire!
A fifth-tier heavily armored demon soldier who had just been chasing and slashing at the old patriarch was reduced to dust in front of all the orcs, along with its sturdy shell.
"Boom! Boom! Boom boom boom—!"
Before they could recover from their extreme shock, the meteor shower began to fall from the sky!
One after another, bursts of destructive flames erupted amidst the demon army.
The valley was transformed into a sea of fire.
The earth is wailing.
The once arrogant and ferocious demon army was shattered, its formation torn apart, with blood and flesh flying everywhere, and black limbs and severed arms thrown hundreds of meters into the air.
The surviving demons let out terrified screams, unable to comprehend what this death from the sky truly meant.
"It's...it's the god of power!"
The battle axe in the hand of an old orc fell to the ground with a clang.
He stared blankly, then his knees buckled and he knelt on the ground, tears welling up in his eyes.
"God has not abandoned us! This is divine punishment!"
"Divine punishment! Divine punishment!"
Countless orcs roared excitedly.
They believed it to be a miracle, a divine punishment from their god of power, a severe retribution against the invading demons.
Just then, a figure flew rapidly through the firelight!
The figure was incredibly fast, leaving a trail of afterimages in the air, and carrying boundless fury, it crashed into the seventh-tier demon leader who was besieging the berserk bear-man!
"Scum! Die!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his enormous fist struck the demon leader's cheek hard, sending him flying like a cannonball!
It's Warwick's voice!
The old clan chief's cloudy eyes widened instantly.
"It's Warwick! Warwick and the others are back!"
At this moment, countless flames burst forth from the mountaintop!
"Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat—!"
A violent metallic storm tore through the night sky.
Hogg, the bear-man warrior wielding a six-barreled Gatling gun, unleashed a barrage of fire at the demons below.
The bullets formed a crimson torrent, turning all the low-level demons into minced meat wherever they went!
"Boom! Boom!"
The minotaur warrior Alistar, carrying a single-soldier rocket launcher, blasted heavily armored demon soldiers who were trying to regroup into the air.
The orc warriors, returning from their expedition, unleashed the fury they had been building up along the way upon the demons with the weapons of the Great Xia they had brought back!
The orcs in the valley were completely dumbfounded.
It turns out that it wasn't divine punishment, but rather the punishment of their own people!
Their hero has returned, with power enough to turn the tide of battle!