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Chapter 394 The Orcs' Epic Victory!
They're reinforcements!
It was the tribal coalition that had been watching from the sidelines!
Here they come!
A minotaur chieftain, with bloodshot eyes, led the charge.
"My comrades! Charge with me!"
He let out a thunderous roar and slammed the massive totem pole in his hand into the demon formation.
"boom!"
The earth cracked open, and more than a dozen demons were instantly turned into pieces of flesh.
The army of 100,000 orcs, like sharp knives, held off the demons' charge from the middle.
Those soldiers who were assigned rifles had already used up all their bullets during the charge.
At this moment, like everyone else, they were engaging in a brutal hand-to-hand combat with the demons in the most primitive and bloody way.
In an instant, shouts of battle, the clash of weapons, and the tearing of flesh echoed across the entire plain.
The pressure on the Old Wolf King tribe has been greatly reduced!
above the sky.
The tens of thousands of winged people who had been circling and watching also moved.
The dark, winged legion, like a storm cloud, suddenly pressed down on the demon air force, which still outnumbered the demons.
The battle instantly intensified.
With the addition of fresh troops, the tide of battle turned instantly.
The demonic air force was divided, surrounded, and slaughtered.
The screams of the winged demons and the howling of the falling gargoyles blended together in the sky.
As time went on, the last winged demon was torn to pieces by several winged warriors.
The sky has finally been cleared!
Tens of thousands of winged people did not stop for a moment; they swooped down and began their ground attack.
Most of the winged people swooped down, using their claws and weapons to hunt down the mid- to high-ranking demons on the ground.
Two of the special winged beings hovered high in the sky.
They kept taking out C4 explosives from their spatial rings and throwing them downwards.
Or, if you see a dense gathering of high-level demons, take a small aerial bomb, about a meter in diameter, from your ring and drop it!
"boom!"
"Boom—!"
This was one of the few explosions heard on the entire battlefield.
Besides the two sixth-tier winged beings, there were also cannonballs in another location.
Those were tanks in the rear that were still receiving ammunition resupply from their spatial rings and were still firing.
They have long firing intervals and relatively low consumption.
As for the dense gunfire, it had long since disappeared.
The entire battlefield was completely reduced to a primitive grinding mill of flesh and blood.
At this time, the number of demons' army had been reduced to 300,000.
……
Another plain.
Nar was covered in blood, his body riddled with bloody wounds, but thankfully they were all minor injuries.
He was breathing heavily, and around him lay the corpses of ten sixth-tier demons.
However, there were still more than a dozen sixth-tier demons around him, keeping him firmly tied down.
If it weren't for the constant influx of sixth-tier demons, he would have already slaughtered them all.
He glanced into the distance and realized that the sound of artillery fire had greatly subsided, and a sense of foreboding washed over him.
What happened? Was it due to heavy casualties?
"Get out of here!"
He swung his giant axe with a sudden movement, forcing back the surrounding demons and leaping into the air.
Upon seeing this, the sixth-tier demons below immediately charged towards the orcish lines not far away.
The purpose was to force Nar to come down and continue fighting.
Nar took to the air and glanced at the situation in the distance before feeling relieved.
It wasn't that the orc army suffered heavy casualties, but rather that they engaged in close-quarters combat; the two are still quite easy to distinguish.
Looking down, he saw his opponents rushing away, so he immediately dodged and chased after them, continuing the fight.
……
"???"
In another part of the sky, Pyke, who was locked in battle with Usok and Talos, looked down at the battle below, his face ashen.
A bunch of useless trash!
Half of the 600,000-strong army is gone?
The flanks were pulled apart, the central force was scattered, and the air force was completely wiped out!
It immediately realized that it had lost the battle.
It's impossible to win!
"Retreat! All troops, retreat!"
Pike let out a defiant shriek, the sound waves echoing across the entire battlefield.
It suddenly erupted, forcing Ursoc and Talos to retreat with a single blow.
It did not run away.
It transformed into a black streak of light, hurtling towards the ground like lightning, its target the besieged Nar.
"die!"
Pyke unleashed a punch, condensing terrifying power into a massive black fist shadow that slammed towards Gnar.
Usok and Talos's expressions changed drastically. They never expected that the opponent would find an opening in their fight.
They realized what was happening and tried to stop it, but it was too late.
Nar's pupils contracted sharply, and he raised his arms to block.
"boom--!"
Nar was blasted hundreds of meters away, and then he tasted something sweet in his mouth.
But Pike did not pursue.
That punch was just a cover.
Taking advantage of the moment when Nar was knocked back, the dozen or so sixth-tier demons immediately turned and rushed towards a spot on the ground without looking back.
There, a giant earth-burrowing dragon had already pierced through a bottomless, pitch-black hole.
Pike flashed to the cave entrance, gave the three seventh-tier orcs in the sky one last venomous look, and then went inside without hesitation.
The remaining demon army surged forth like a tide to all directions.
They entered the various tunnels that the earth dragons had drilled into the battlefield and fled in panic.
Usok, Talos, and the slightly injured Nal flew to the entrance of the cave.
Inside the cave, a chilling wind howled, exuding a terrifying aura of darkness.
The three exchanged a glance, each seeing the apprehension in the other's eyes.
"To chase or not to chase?" Talos looked at his companion.
Usok wanted to say that this battle was a rare victory and a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to kill Pyke.
Ultimately, reason prevailed over impulse.
He shook his head.
"Forget it, nobody knows what's going on down there. What if there's an ambush..."
"Dwarves are skilled in caves, but they still can't defeat the demons. We'd better be cautious."
He turned to look at the demon army around him, which was still retreating and burrowing into the ground.
"Let's kill these first!"
"Fine!" Gnar was caught off guard by Pyke and his anger was burning. He needed to vent his anger properly.
Then, the three maintained their oppressive aura and launched a final pursuit of the demons who had not had time to escape.
Thousands of demon heads rolled to the ground; in the eyes of a seventh-tier being, those below the sixth tier were like ants.
The battlefield finally quieted down only after the last lesser demon disappeared at the edge of the plain.
The stench of blood mingled with the smoke of gunpowder, permeating the air.
As the sun set, it dyed the earth, littered with corpses, a shocking dark red.
All the orc warriors were leaning on their weapons, panting heavily.
They looked at the devastated battlefield, at the corpses of their comrades beside them, and then at the direction in which the demons had fled in the distance.
Won?
150,000 against 600,000, and we... won?
Everyone was somewhat dazed.
Usok hovered in mid-air, scanning his surroundings.
next second.
"roar--!!!"
A roar, suppressed to the extreme, exploded from his mouth!
"We won!!!"
"A resounding victory!!!"
This roar was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, instantly creating ripples.
"We won! We won!"
"Awooo—!"
A werewolf warrior threw down his battle axe and howled to the sky.
A minotaur warrior sat down heavily on the ground, embracing his comrade's corpse, tears streaming down his face.
More soldiers planted their weapons in the ground, pounded their chests excitedly, and roared furiously.
Cheers, roars, and cries mingled together.
They coalesced into a mighty roar, proclaiming this glorious victory that will be recorded in history.