The mobilized Warcraft nobles gathered a large number of Beastmen ragtag troops and began to engage in direct confrontation with the pioneering forces.
The basic puppet army led by the Astral Knights began to fight against these miscellaneous troops. The powerful Astral Knights relied on their steel bodies and Achilles heavy armor to almost ignore the elemental attacks of the Warcraft. Their chain swords and elemental grenade guns almost became the nightmare of the Orcs.
The sharp blade of the chainsword easily tore through the Warcraft's seemingly indestructible and elemental-resistant skin, and there was not a single intact corpse under the bolter. The attack power of the bolter reached the high level of a third-level wizard apprentice, and it could be adjusted to greater power and rapid-fire state. It was simply impossible for these orcs who had not even developed basic civilization and systems to resist.
The intensity of the battle increased day by day. Soon, more and more Warcraft led the forcibly recruited Beastmen to participate in this battle. Each time, the pioneering troops faced enemies that were dozens of times their own number.
But none of the Star Knights were afraid. Since the quality of the enemies was so low, they could only accumulate merit through quantity.
Every recruit dreamed that after this battle, they would have a silver military star printed on their chest, or even better, a gold one.
The basic puppet army had no intelligence and just operated mechanically and rigidly according to a fixed program. They just used the weapons in their hands to hack and chop at the enemies. Their metal bodies ignored the attacks of those strong beastmen, and the enchanted weapons that were enchanted with a single rune and were more powerful than ordinary weapons could easily deal with their opponents.
The pioneering troops, from the bottom to the middle and then to the top, crushed all the orcs without exception. It was not until the intervention of some powerful orcs who had a long reputation and were given special titles that the trend of defeat, like a dam bursting, was gradually stopped.
Each of these powerful Warcraft has reached the level of first-level life forms. Even the powerful Star Knights have to be careful of their attacks. The iron bodies and heavy power armor of the Star Knights help them to withstand the attacks of these powerful Warcraft.
Their elemental bolters and chainswords could hardly maintain their previous overwhelming attack power in the face of these powerful Warcraft, and the Astral Knights fought back and forth with the Warcraft.
Willix was stationed in the rear, holding a power gauntlet and trying several times to actually participate in the battle on the front line, but was pulled back by the priests and the company commander because the two Warcraft kings who had not appeared had not yet appeared.
"You cowardly guys keep asking me to sit back every day. When will you let me truly unleash the power of my power glove?!"
Amidst a series of dissatisfied noises, Willicks was held by the arms by two priests and forced back to his seat.
Then he saw two priests holding heavy double-sided weapons with King Ghidorah's head carved on them and smashing the heads of several Warcraft people.
"For the Lord of the Golden Void!!!"
The two priests held up the bodies of the Warcraft with their heads smashed in their hands and shouted the name of the Golden Lord of Nothingness.
At this moment, Willicks felt the deep malice of double standards.
Damn it, you guys were pulling me back and not letting me go up, but you guys were jumping up yourselves!
In a corner of the battlefield, two orc kings pulled their claws out of a new Astral Knight recruit.
The two wretched big guys looked at the energy core in their claws that was shining with strange light, looked at each other, and a deep greed was revealed in their eyes.
They saw further hope from the energy core within the Astral Knight's body. This special energy was something they had never seen before. It was a completely new arrangement of energy.
They had been roaming the battlefield for a long time, and they found that these heavily armored knights had thick skin and amazing endurance. If they were at the same level, the Warcraft would be exhausted to death by these heavily armored knights.
However, these heavily armored knights lacked the means of attack to deliver the final blow. In the eyes of the two Warcraft kings, their opponents were not that strong.
Said the King of Warcraft, who had a crocodile head, was covered in scales, with fine hair growing in the gaps between the scales, and flashes of electric sparks from time to time.
He was referring to a certain Chapter Master who was pinned to a chair by a hypocritical priest.
"King Crocodile, I know what you are thinking. The energy in these cans has indeed made me feel the long-awaited progress."
Another one looked like a leopard standing up like a human, with two pairs of wings on its back. He looked like an agile player, the King of Warcraft said.
"But I think we should pay more attention to the big guy in the sky. You can see it."
He is another Warcraft king who is respected by the Warcraft people as the Flying Leopard King. Compared with the Crocodile King who is good at ambushing and likes to observe secretly in the dark, the Flying Leopard King is more cautious than the Crocodile King.
"I can't wait. No matter what, I can't wait any longer!"
The Crocodile King's pair of vertical pupils suddenly stretched into a thin line, and violent words spewed out from his big mouth.
He has been trapped at this level of strength for more than 300 years, and he doesn't know how long he can live. He has a vague feeling that he is like a creature that has been forcibly stitched together. He looks amphibious and extremely powerful, but the conflict in his body makes him miserable.
He didn't want to continue suffering like this, so even if there was a glimmer of hope, he would fight for it.
Originally he wanted to run away. Even he felt helpless facing the big guy in the sky. But now it was different. He saw hope for his future, and he would hold on to it even if it was only a glimmer of light.
The energy in a tin can was too little for him. He wanted more. He wanted all of it. He wanted the big one flying in the sky! Since there was already energy, it proved that there must be more.
He didn't want to hide anymore, he didn't want to secretly observe the enemy anymore, he wanted to crack open the enemy's head and take out this good stuff from his chest!
Looking at the murderous look of the Crocodile King, even the Flying Leopard King, who was very conservative in his heart, fell silent at this moment. Wasn't he also suffering from the same problem as the Crocodile King?
After an unknown amount of time, a dazzling light suddenly appeared in the Flying Leopard King's eyes, which had been stagnant.
"Let's go."
The Flying Leopard King said this as if he had regained something.
"Walk!"
The Crocodile King nodded viciously, and the two Warcraft kings, who were known as the Warcraft myths, turned their heads at the same time and cast their gazes towards a front-line position protected by layers of strange metal creations on a mountainside somewhere.
(End of this chapter)