Amid the sound of breaking wind.

"puff……"

A broadsword flew from behind and pierced through the body of a wild orc royal, causing the royal to fall to the ground and struggle.

Riva walked over step by step, stepped on the wild orc who was a round bigger than him, then grabbed the hilt of the sword and stirred it.

The wild beastman under his feet twitched briefly before completely collapsing in a pool of blood.

This is the palace of the second royal city of the Wild Orcs, and the first one has already been completely conquered.

The Wild Orc Empire implements a dual capital system, and the two capitals are almost the only two places that can be called cities in the entire grassland empire.

Hundreds of thousands of elite alliance troops and guerrilla fighters launched a full-scale attack on the two capitals of the Wild Orcs.

At this moment, Riva was covered in blood and reached out to pull out the broadsword from the orc.

“Sizzle…sizzle…”

The sword body was slightly burning red, and the dirty blood of the wild orcs on it was constantly evaporating, emitting wisps of light white mist, and some mysterious symbols were faintly visible on the sword.

No matter how many times they have seen it, some officers and adjutants around him still find this scene novel and exciting.

"Don't let any of the orcs in this palace escape. They are all sources of infection. Search the entire city for the orcs with discolored eyes!"

"Yes, Lord Riva!"

An adjutant ran away.

A winged general behind him had just wiped the sword in his hand clean and put it back into the scabbard, then walked up to Riva and asked.

"Lord Riva, don't we need to massacre the entire city like we did in the first royal city? After all, that's what the wild beastmen do!"

Even the Winged People, who were relatively fond of nature and harmony, had no good feelings towards the Wild Beastmen. In addition, the continued war resulted in the deaths of her good comrades from all races one by one, and she wished that all the Wild Beastmen would die.

"Not all the orcs are part of the Scourge. Didn't the frontline troops capture some tribesmen who were eager to return home? At least these orcs are not monsters. Moreover, a sage taught me that war is not only a head-on and logistical confrontation, but also a psychological confrontation."

"psychology?"

The female winged general seemed to be deep in thought.

"That's right. If we kill all the orcs we see, then the huge orc army will unite against the same enemy. If we only kill the royal family and nobles of the orcs, and even take over some tribes and promise them benefits, the terrifying orc army will disintegrate at a faster speed."

Riva raised the broadsword in his hand and put it back into the scabbard behind him. He walked out of the shadow of the corner of the palace and looked at the sun in the sky.

"After all, we are dealing with the Fallen, not the Wild Beastmen. Well, there is still fierce street fighting going on in the city, let's not delay and go kill the enemy!"

“Yes, sir!” “Yes, sir!” “Yes, sir!”

The officers around him all pounded their chests with their fists.

Afterwards, a group of military masters left the palace where all the enemies had been killed and rushed into the city where the sounds of swords and shouts were heard.

…

At the corner of the alley before nightfall, dozens of Biya Kingdom soldiers, led by Basba, surrounded dozens of orcs in the box. The innermost one was an orc general.

The two sides only confronted each other briefly before rushing forward to fight.

“Dang” “Dang!!”

“Roar!!!” “Puff!!”

"Hold his sword and stab him to death!!!"

The swords of several wild orcs from the bloodthirsty legion were not long enough, and were separated by several Soma spearmen. Then more spears stabbed at them, and there was no way to avoid them in the narrow alley.

Seven or eight winged people flew overhead, landed on a roof and shot arrows towards the alley.

"roar!!!"

The roar of the mad bear man sounded not far away.

"Bang bang bang bang..." "Boom"

A wall in the alley exploded directly, and a mad bear man in iron armor rushed into the alley fight and bit the orc general who was waving his sword and looking at the Soma warriors.

"Click"

The terrifying orc was bitten to pieces.

"Ugh, what a disgusting taste!"

When the mad bear turned around, the last bloodthirsty orc warrior in the alley fell under Basba's sword.

“Hoo…Hoo…Hoo…Hoo…”

The soldiers in the boxes were breathing heavily, recovering their consumed strength, but bursts of noisy shouts could be heard faintly from all over the city.

“Roar” “Ohh ...

“Long live!!!!” “Hahahahahaha!!!!”

“We won!!!!”

“Victory!!!!”

Waves of cheers came and became louder and louder. People from all over the city continued to join in the shouting. Baspar and the soldiers around him could not contain their excitement and cheered.

Both capitals of the Wild Orc Empire fell!

…

On the eastern front, those fallen beings in the wild orc army did not choose to return to the grassland, but wanted to advance quickly and break through the four Soma countries.

The most powerful Biya Kingdom is now in name only, with most of its territory lost and a large number of its people killed or injured. As long as we intensify our attacks, the Somalis will not be a concern.

However, when they were advancing, the allied forces, which should have been on the western grassland, suddenly appeared in large numbers to harass them, and occasionally fought hard on the front battlefield. Moreover, such a large-scale army could appear and disappear at will, which made the invading army of the wild orcs achieve little success.

The stalemate on the front line, coupled with the crisis in their homes, caused more and more wild orcs to quietly flee the army. Especially when the news of the fall of the two capitals spread in the army for some unknown reason, the scale of desertions became more and more serious. It was even rumored that the coalition forces of the Soma and Immortal species only killed those "problematic" bloodthirsty wild orcs.

As for which orcs have problems, in fact many of the orc warriors themselves know it well, those special legions, those senior officers, those terrifying eyes and skin colors.

Some veteran orc soldiers would whisper in private that the orcs had contracted some horrible, fatal disease that was contagious, and the more contact one had with them, the more likely they would become like them.

As the Allied Forces shuttled back and forth through the secret realm, a strange situation of encirclement and strangulation was formed. In two months, the number of the invading orc army was reduced by more than half. This was naturally not entirely the result of battle. Most of them escaped, and more and more orcs joined the new army in the guerrilla army.

…

Winter turned to spring. A few months ago, except for Qin Xiaoxia, no one on either side could have imagined that the battle would develop so quickly.

Rusbela, an important city in the valley where two rivers meet, was originally the economic city of the Kingdom of Biya.

The city's former glory is long gone. After the great evacuation, the city was severely ravaged by the wild orcs, and those who failed to evacuate in time all died.

But now, the city is popular again, but not with Soma people.

The remaining invading orcs all retreated to this huge city, with a total number of over 300,000.

The cruel and bizarre war has been going on until now, and the wild orcs can only rely on the natural barriers that the enemy once had to defend themselves, while the crazy upper echelons of the army have long been like monsters, thinking only of killing and erosion, and will not surrender.

But the ordinary orcs, who still made up the majority of the remaining army, were uneasy and panicked.

That night, more and more allied troops approached the two rivers. Many elite soldiers of the Biya Kingdom could still remember the excitement and exhilaration they had felt when they saw the corpses of the wild orcs floating across the river.

What is even more striking in the alliance army is the equally exaggerated number of new guerrilla troops, that is, those wild orcs who have surrendered and passed the screening, with a total number of nearly 100,000.

Riva, Youi and Gurian stood in front of the guerrilla army, looking at Rusbela, where the walls were covered with torches and fires.

"Let the new soldiers get closer, and just do as you practiced before, unify your voice first, and then amplify the roar!"

"Yes!" "Yes!" "Yes, sir!"

As Riva's order was given, several orc officers around him ran wildly towards their respective military formations.

Inside Rusbela, on the city walls and inside the city, countless wild beastmen were divided into two types, one type either looked angry, ferocious and crazy, the other type was decadent and godless.

"The sky is boundless, the grassland is vast... My home is here, on the pasture... The bravery of the wild orcs, the hope of the wild orcs..."

There was singing outside the city, and countless voices gathered together, noisy at first, then becoming more and more orderly and louder and louder. In the end, the singing was like a tsunami, spreading into Rusbella from all directions.

A sleepy orc warrior in the city was awakened by the shock.

"Why, what happened? Our people?"

An officer of the squad nearby had panic and confusion on his face, and looked at the uneasy soldiers in his squad with hesitation and despair.

"No...it's their people..."