Chapter Eighty-Three: Barakas When the first rays of sunlight of the morning descended on the Beast Blood Fortress, both humans and orcs quickly fell silent as if they had agreed in advance.
One of the artillerymen of the Beast Blood Fortress was in front of his beloved cannon, carefully adjusting the angle of attack of the cannon through the range conversion table, while the loader next to him was carefully loading a heavy cannonball into the chamber.
At this moment, the orcs who stopped outside the shooting range were half-kneeling on the black ground in front of the Beast Blood Fortress, whispering to their ancestors who died before the Beast Blood Fortress for victory and glory.
The atmosphere is becoming more and more depressing, whether it is humans or orcs, they are holding the weapons in their hands tightly at this time, waiting for the fate they are about to face, victory or death?
I don't know which orc couldn't stand the silence before this feast of death, and suddenly let out a long howl.
Roar, and then all the orc warriors fought and raised their axes to the sky and roared.
A long horn sounded from behind the Orc Legion's position, and the Orc officers roared loudly and took the lead in charging out with their weapons raised!
The beast god is on top!!
Green orcs poured like a tide towards the Beast Blood Fortress!!
"Don't be stunned!
Aim for a good position!!
Put the orcs close to me and fight again!!
The officers of the cannon artillery regiment shouted loudly at these rookies, who were already veterans but were on the battlefield for the first time.
In contrast, the soldiers equipped with power armor were much calmer, most of whom were half-kneeling on the walls of the city wall and tying their hands and weapons with ropes, while others removed the metal flask from the hook on the outside of the power armor, took a big sip, and waited silently for the flame-like liquor to ignite their blood.
The orc legion rushed to the forefront of the orc warriors carrying the ladder, each of these orc warriors was a strong man above the advanced level, the weight of the ladder and armor was simply not enough to affect their movements, and it took them less than twenty seconds to rush through a third of the two-kilometer distance.
Rumble!
I don't know if it was the nervous rookie artilleryman who accidentally activated his cannon, and the cannon's shell exploded three hundred meters away from the orc front, and before the officer on the city wall could find the bastard who fired in advance, like a chain reaction, all the artillery on the wall of the beast blood fortress began to attack. 20,000 shells, each with a radius of 10 meters, these shells create a line of fire in front of the orcs, but the orc warriors who charge with a ladder have no choice, and they must not retreat when charging!
Roar!
With a desperate roar, these high-ranking orc warriors plunged headlong into the flames, scattering metal shrapnel across their skin, sending up patches of bright red blood mist.
The orc strikers are all destroyed!
"Reload!
Reload!
The officers of the cannon artillery regiment carried their long swords and roared at the artillerymen who were stunned by the sea of fire in front of them.
The soldiers, who were brought back to their senses by the roar of their commanders, shook their bodies and immediately began to reflexively start the loading work, clearing, loading, aiming again, boom!
Ten seconds later, the cannons of the Beast Blood Fortress began to roar again.
The distance of two kilometers takes three minutes and twenty seconds for ordinary orcs running at full speed, and after blocking the first wave of attacks of the orcs, the cannon began to pour flames freely in the range of one kilometer to two kilometers, and every step taken, the orcs had to pay hundreds of lives, but the orcs were not afraid, they shouted loudly the name of the beast god, like all fanatics, and charged forward without fear of death, but when the orcs finally rushed under the city wall after paying the lives of tens of thousands of soldiers, Only then did they find that the vanguard carrying the ladder was almost completely wiped out, and the slow-moving siege towers were still struggling to move forward in the range of the cannons.
"My lord, the power of human weapons is too great, and it may be difficult for our siege towers to rush under the city walls."
Carlos, who could clearly grasp the situation of the battlefield from a high place, asked the beast god Samael for instructions, Carlos had suffered the loss of these alchemy cannons a few years ago, and his father almost died under the attack of these cannons that time, and the Bloodfang tribe had killed and injured five thousand elite soldiers at that time, which made Carlos, who was not a beastmaster at that time, feel distressed for a long time.
"Let the Beamons move."
Samael didn't expect that the new race on the continent of humans would have such a strong attack power, although it was still not as good as the original artillery position of the goblins, but if it continued to develop like this, the human race would probably become a powerful race comparable to the goblins.
At this time, the battlefield was already full of gunsmoke, the corpses of the orcs killed by the cannon were scattered all over the battlefield, the first wave of the orcs under the resistance of the cannon could almost be said to be fruitless, the slow-moving siege tower almost became the target of all artillery, no siege tower could walk through this kilometer of death road full of flames, and the orcs who rushed to the beast blood fortress could only look up at the twenty-meter-high city wall with blank and helpless eyes, and did not know what to do.
Just as the momentum of the orcs began to decline, the long and low horn sounded again, and under the light of the morning sun, the golden glowing Beamon giant beast was driven to the battlefield by the orcs.
"Rush!
Rush!
"When the ten meter-tall Beamon Behemoth Beast landed on all fours, the ground trembled like an earthquake with every step it took, and the swarm charge launched by the twenty Beamon Behemoth not only made the human soldiers on the distant city wall panic, but even the orcs themselves ran in panic to avoid the giant claws of the Beamon Behemoth.
"Stop them!
Stop the behemoths!
The officer shouted hoarsely at the artillerymen, but the artillerymen, who had long been accustomed to the battlefield, had fired no damage to the hairy body of the Beamon beast before their commander could give the order.
"Hooray!
Banzai!
Seeing that the Beamon Behemoth had successfully resisted those damn flames, the morale of the orcs was ignited once again, and a second wave of orc soldiers began to follow the Behemoth of Beamon and launch another frenzied charge towards the Beast Blood Fortress.
"Strategic magic!
Get ready!
Andrew, who was standing on the city wall, saw that the Beamon Behemoth had rushed to 1,200 meters and ordered the magicians of the Beast Blood Fortress through the magic array.
Although the Behemoths were slow, their bodies were too large, and after ten seconds they had crossed a distance of two hundred meters, and after another ten seconds they were already less than eight hundred meters away from the Beast Blood Fortress.
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And at this moment, there was a chanting of incantations from the beast blood fortress, which was shared by tens of thousands of people.
With the chanting of the incantation, the phantom of a red dragon appeared in the sky above the Beast Blood Fortress, this dragon is different from the elemental dragon on Dragon Island today, there are four fiery red dragon wings like bats behind the wings stretched out for two hundred meters long, and the four hideous white dragon horns on the dragon's head, flashing a sharp cold light in the morning sun, I saw this dragon look at the charging Beamon beasts with contempt, then raised his head to the sky to make a long roar, with the dragon's silent long roar, countless fire elements swarmed, A terrifying aggregate of fire elementals formed in the dragon's mouth.
"Barakas' breath!"
As the spell of a thousand great mages was completed, the dragon lowered its head and spewed a terrifying flame ten meters in diameter at the Beamon Behemoth, which had already rushed to a distance of four hundred meters.
Roar!
Seeing the attack of the flames, the fearless man of the Beamon Behemoth who rushed to the front stood up and protected himself with his front paws, trying to resist this terrifying blow.
It's a pity that if strategic-level magic only counts the damage caused by magic, this kind of powerful magic that relies on the magic net to supply more than a thousand magicians to work together can be said to be the most powerful attack in the world, and even the fire dragon with the strongest fire defense would not dare to take such a blow head-on.
The 100,000-degree heat burned the long hair on the Beamon Behemoth in an instant, and the scale armor of the first Behemoth began to melt and burn two seconds later, and as the magician manipulated Barakas's Phantom Transformation to attack the target, the ignited Behemoth rolled on the ground like crazy, destroying all the orcs who had not died in his vicinity.
One of the six dragons created by the ancient gods of Barakas, he is the ancestor of all fire dragons, but this dragon has long since left this world and is missing, summoning the phantom of Barakas is one of the several ultimate magic that humans have found from the ruins of the High Elves, as one of the ancestors of the dragon, Barakas, even if it is just an illusory shadow, has a powerful power infinitely close to the Sanctuary in this world.
With the support of the power of the magic net, Barakas used his breath to destroy the eleven Beamon Behemoths before they dissipated into the air with some unwillingness, and the eleven Beamon's corpses fell to the ground like charcoal, and the nine Behemoths that survived were no better now, the orcs who controlled them on their bodies had long since died, and the orc army that followed them was almost dead and wounded.
However, the brave Beamon did not retreat from the death of his companion, and their eyes hidden under the long hair were filled with endless anger and madness as they watched the fortress that summoned the fire dragon.
Oh!!!
With the roar of a Beamon Behemoth, the nine-headed Beamon Behemoth charged again, and it would take at least an hour for the mages in the Beast Blood Fortress to recover from their cooldowns.
"Hey!
Haven't you done this thing yet?
Jerome had been watching Zhao Yannian assemble a bunch of unknown metal machinery from the fourth platform from the beginning of the battle, but until the Beamon Behemoth was about to rush over, this evil alchemist had not yet finished tinkering with his machinery.
"The aiming system hasn't been adjusted yet!"
Zhao Yannian kept shouting at Jerome in his hand, Zhao Yannian also saw the breath of the fire dragon just now, and the re-charge of the Beamon giant beast made his heart full of anxiety.