“Big brother is the best. He knows that if Ningfa were alone, he would probably kill them all at once.
Ningfa won’t be able to play like this… But if there are other older brothers and sisters to help, Ningfa won’t have to worry about any bad things running away.”
Ningfa clapped his hands happily while controlling the water arrows to shoot downwards continuously. Each water arrow could accurately hit an enemy, but at this time Ningfa had noticed a strange guy.
"That dark villain is so powerful, he can actually dodge so many attacks from Ningfa!"
That’s right, the dark bad guy was John Wacho, who was rolling on the ground to avoid the attack.
"Damn it! Damn it! Did the intelligence officers eat shit? Why is there so much unreported intelligence?!"
In his panic, John Wacho looked at the people around him. It didn't matter that he looked at them, but after that, John Wacho felt as if he had been hit on the head by a sledgehammer.
All members of the Red Glory Corps were being slaughtered one-sidedly, and the members of the Corps had no energy to resist at all.
However, although they cannot resist, they can hide, just like the dodgeball we played when we were young. Once they are hit, they are out, and the same goes for the members of the Red Glorious Corps.
The entire battlefield was extremely brutal. Some were beaten beyond recognition by Lindy's fists, some were torn into pieces by Xiao, some were smashed into pulp by the loud bang, and there was even someone playing the violin on Xiao Yue's side.
There are only a few lives left of the Red Glorious Corps on the entire battlefield. No, their wildebeests are still alive miraculously. After all, Black Jade Town is in great need of mounts.
John Wacho was still dodging Ningfa's water arrows. He was exhausted at this time, but there was still hope burning in his eyes because he could escape from here soon.
Those orcs will only target his subordinates, so he just needs to escape from here before all his subordinates are killed. Moreover, John Wacho already knows the maximum attack distance of the water tree, so as long as he can run away!
"Do you think that if you can run away, Ningfa will lose?"
An extremely clear girl's voice sounded in John Wacho's ears.
John Wacho turned his head stiffly and saw a little girl whose whole body was made of water looking at him quietly, smiling and waving at him.
The girl's sweet face looked like a devil in John Wacho's eyes.
"Ahhh!" John Wacho had lost all his sanity at this time. He waved the knight's sword in his hand wildly, trying to chop Ningfa.
Ningfa just jumped back lightly to avoid John Wacho's attack. At this time, Lindy and his group had already dealt with all the members of the Red Glorious Corps. Honglong and Bai Yue were leading the hundred wildebeests.
As the sun rose, the rolling black energy on Xiao's body slowly disappeared, revealing his true appearance.
"What's wrong with him?" Lindy came to Ningfa and asked.
At this time, John Wacho was acting crazy, constantly waving the sword in his hand, slashing and laughing.
"No! No! They're all fake! They're all fake!"
What broke his psychological defenses was not that he had no hope of escape, but that he had confirmed Ning Fa's identity, the spirit of the water tree.
In other words, they were sentenced to death from the very beginning when they came to carry out this mission.
Not to mention those ridiculously powerful orcs, the spirit of the water tree alone can easily wipe them out.
So why didn't Eric tell them such important information in advance? Was he unaware or did he do it on purpose...
No matter which one it was, John Wacho found it hard to accept for a while, and he became so crazy after a mental breakdown.
"Give him the final blow. We still have to go to the front battlefield to help Lord Reborret."
After Lindy and the others said hello to Ningfa, they headed towards the south city wall.
"Big brother, big sister must come back safely. We can play together next time."
Ningfa smiled and waved goodbye to Lindy and the others, then glanced at John Wacho and waved his hand. A huge water arrow directly submerged him.
John Wacho was lucky, after all, he did not die in pain, but at the same time he was unfortunate, after all, no trace of his body was left.
On the south wall of Heiyao Town, Reborret's eyes, which had been closed all this time, slowly opened, and then he saw the army of nine hundred orcs.
The army came slowly, splashing up countless sand and dust. Reboret and the others could already clearly see the entire picture of the army.
Straight ahead stood three hundred orc warriors, their forms varied. Some were tall and mighty, their muscles bulging like rocks; others had ferocious faces, their fangs gleaming coldly in the sunlight. Their eyes were filled with savagery and a desire for murder, as if ready to tear apart any living being in sight.
Behind them, four hundred heavily armored troops charged like a torrent of steel. The Oxen Orcs were as powerful as iron towers, their heavy footsteps shaking the earth. The Loxe Orcs' massive bodies resembled moving fortresses, each step carrying an unstoppable momentum. The Boar Orcs were like raging chariots, their heavy armor gleaming with a cold metallic sheen in the sunlight. All of them, heavily armored, seemed like indestructible war machines.
On either side of this vast army stood a group of cavalrymen mounted on giant wargs. The wargs' eyes flashed with a hungry green light, and from time to time, a low growl emanated from their mouths. The cavalrymen, wielding sharp blades, were awe-inspiring. They moved like ghosts on both sides of the army, ready to pounce on the enemy at any moment.
At the heart of the orc army sat a terrifying rhino orc. His mountainous form seemed capable of crushing any force that dared to stand in his way. His black rhino horns, like two demonic blades thrust forth from hell, radiated a dark, cold light, as if a single movement could pierce through anything.
His eyes were like the burning flames of hell, fierce and brutal, expressing a disregard for life and a desire for destruction. Every glance he gave seemed to bring endless fear, making people feel as if they were being stared at by the god of death.
His wolverine fur coat fluttered gently in the wind, as if woven from the wails of countless lives. He sat on a throne made of orc bones, a symbol of sin, each bone a testament to his cruelty and ruthlessness. He was a demon of war, the embodiment of aggression, taking delight in destruction and pride in slaughter. His existence was a nightmare from which there was no escape, leaving all who faced him with a chilling sense of despair.
"That man must be Giant Horn!" Reborret spoke slowly as he looked at the rhinoceros orcs surrounded by the heavily armored assault legion.
The oppressive feeling of this army was so strong that not to mention the fifteen human soldiers, even the hundred orcs could only swallow their saliva.
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