Chapter 3 The Power of the Magic Scroll

Chapter 3 The Power of Magic Scrolls

In the courtyard, Pope Brafag, the referee of the Inquisition, Cadboby, and Charlie Yulan, the commander of the Holy Legion, were actually transmitted at the same time.

As soon as Pesoken saw a million army of orcs coming, he immediately sent people to Guangming City to explain the situation of Chasing the Wind City and ask the Church of Light to help him.

Of course, Pope Brafag understands the importance of this wind-chasing city. If you hold it, you can slowly operate and trap the Orc Alliance. If it is lost, the Ross Empire army will live in vain, and the Ross Empire will decline from then on, and there will no longer be any strength to resist the power of the Orcs Alliance.

The three leaders of the church went out of the space transmission array together, and immediately set up two space transmission arrays, and then saw white light constantly shining in all seven space transmission arrays, and a large number of light church magicians came out.

Of course, the hidden sword saints of the Church of Light finally appeared.

A total of 20 swordsmen!

An empire, there are almost three to four sword saints, and this light church actually has so many sword saints, and the slogan of the first force is not a false shout.

In addition to the Pope, the referee and the army commander, 23 sword-level figures came to the Church of Light at one time, showing the real strength of the church.

"Welcome the Pope, the referee, the commander of the army, the Ross Empire believes in the God of Light and has also received the favor of God!" Pesoken flew down and immediately welcomed him loudly.

Brahage looked at Pesoken with a trace of indifference in his eyes. Under the eyes of the 500,000 troops, he actually killed two swordsmen of the Church of Light. What's worse was the death of a thousand magicians, which was a huge loss to the strength of the church. Naturally, the Pope didn't like Pesoken very much.

However, at present, the wind-chasing city is in an emergency, and Pesoken is still the marshal of the army, and Brafag does not dare to condemn it at this time.

"Pesoken, the God of Light will protect every believer who trusts him." Brafag laughed and had to show his affinity and pull Pesoken over.

As soon as Pesoken's expression relaxed, Brafag immediately said, "Pesoken, we are here to support you. From now on, I hope you can cooperate with our church and annihilate all the orcs in the city."

Pesoken stared at Brafag and replied, "Yes, Pope!"

Looking at the 23 sword saints in the courtyard, Pesoken is very interesting. If he doesn't agree, it is estimated that his life will be handed over directly.

Brafag smiled and then gave the order directly: "Charlie Yoland, you take 200,000 troops to Beicheng District to slaughter the tiger and werewolf army there. Cadbury, you go with me and take the magicians to Dongcheng District to kill the orcs. Twenty sword saints, a team of ten people, went to Beicheng District and Dongcheng District to help the army kill the orcs!"

Because of his mental strength, as soon as Brafag came to the Wind Chasing City, he naturally understood the whole situation, so he gave orders directly without Pesoken to report.

"Yes, Pope!"

In the courtyard, all the people answered in unison.

500,000 Ross Empire army, in addition to 100,000 people who were unconscious by the 'Call of the Beast God', the other 400,000 people, also 200,000, immediately followed the church to fight against the orc army.

The fire in the city was automatically extinguished in a short time.

When the beast emperor Augustine saw that the fire was extinguished, and the army of the Ross Empire stopped lighting other houses, he couldn't help but be overjoyed and wanted to immediately order all the orc army to go to the West City and slaughter the army of the Ross Empire.

"Beast Emperor, it's not good. There were suddenly more than 20 nine-level energy fluctuations in Xicheng District, and thousands of magicians appeared." Charles Vo, the ninth-level strongman of the Lions, sensed the appearance of the church and immediately told Augustine.

"What!"

Augustine shouted in surprise that he had realized why the fire suddenly stopped burning. It turned out that the backup force of the Ross Empire had come. And according to the number of nine-level energy fluctuations, it undoubtedly shows that the people of the church have transmitted it.

At this time, in front of Augustine, there are two choices, retreat or fight to the death.

"The Beast God is above, I, Augustine, pray for your strength to help our orc alliance kill all human troops!" Augustine suddenly shouted and announced his decision.

If you retreat, the orc army will inevitably be killed by the Ross Empire army. Only by fighting hard can you gain a trace of life, not to mention the number of millions of orcs, coupled with the combat effectiveness of orcs stronger than human soldiers, can completely fight.

How important can Kensei play a role in this large-scale battle!

"orc warriors, attack, attack, attack!" Augustine issued an order passionately.

In an instant, 600,000 orcs in Dongcheng District and 400,000 orcs in Beicheng District immediately rushed to Xicheng District.

The cry was noisy and murderous, and the whole wind-chasing city was immediately filled with awe-inspiring fighting spirit.

Here in Dongcheng District, 200,000 Ross Empire troops also rushed forward and immediately met with 600,000 orcs. At this time, 200,000 troops stopped and quickly piled up layers of stone walls in front of the street, waiting for the orcs to attack.

Buffag and Cadboby, with ten sword saints, all flew into the air, and then came to the back of the army of 600,000 orcs.

The nine-level strongmen of seven orcs, plus the sacrifices of the two swan clan, these nine people are all here in Dongcheng District and notice the movements of the twelve people of the church. Although they can't fly, they all have horses and follow the twelve of the church on the ground to defend against the sword masters of the church.

Brafag took out a white magic wand with a transparent crystal nucleus on the head, which was the crystal nucleus of the nine-level Warcraft paradise bird. I saw Brafag smile on his face, and then he kept sending the eight-level magic 'thousand arrows'.

For Pope Brafag, the magic itself is abundant, and there is no problem with the special effect of the magic wand, instantaneous eight-level light magic.

The Pope attacked alone, and the nine orc strongmen on the ground were attacked. They had to wave their fists or wands one by one to send out the energy of the beast spirit to resist the attack of the light arrow.

And when the Pope was dealing with the strong orcs alone, Cadbury and ten swordsmen all sent out magic scrolls from their own space rings, and those magic scrolls were very high, all above level seven.

"Animals, just enjoy it!"

Kadby laughed coldly, and then launched a light magic scroll in his hand and threw it into the orc army of the cluster. Those dazzling lights shrouded the orcs' heads, in the shape of arrows, or knives, or light blades, and hit the orcs' bodies. In a burst of painful howls, they saw pieces of orcs lying on the ground and bleeding.

The ten swordsmen did not lag behind. They launched the magic scrolls in their hands one by one, and then each chose a place where the orc army gathered, and then threw away the magic scrolls in their hands.

The nine-level fire magic scroll, the whole earth seems to melt. Flames burn people, lava destroys the land, and the lethality of orc soldiers is very horrible. As long as it is the range covered by magic, all orcs are not spared and burned up.

Eight-level earth magic scroll, countless stones fell from the opening, first hitting people, then hitting the ground and rolling, crushing a large number of orc soldiers.

Nine-level wind magic scrolls, countless powerful wind blades, roaring ruthlessly, orcs were cut into meat mud one by one, and countless blood fluttered, forming a bloody fog.

Eight water magic, the extremely cold ice thorns fell one after another. In addition to the ice thorns can nail people, the cold and piercing temperature also made the orc soldiers suffer, and the orcs directly became ice sculptures.

In a wave of attacks, eleven orcs died collectively, with a number of no less than 100,000, which was really horrible.

Augustine is in a hurry. If there is another round of attacks like this, half of the orc army will probably die before they fight closely with the Ross Empire army.

"The orc warriors, disperse, run around, and fight close to human soldiers as soon as possible!" Augustine shouted angrily.

Those orcs immediately dispersed, ran into houses, or inserted into the alleys of the city, or temporarily retreated a little to make some space. Before long, the fast-running orcs became sparse, while maintaining the momentum of attacking the Ross Empire army.

However, after all, the number of orc troops is too large. Even if the number of more than 500,000 is scattered, it still looks so dense. Cadboby, with ten swordsmen, still took out the magic scroll from the space ring, and then threw it into the orc army.

Fire magic, wind magic, earth magic, water magic, and the amazing power were cast in eleven places. The orc soldiers in those eleven places stubbornly resisted and still had no effect. As soon as I waved my fist, my hand was broken; as soon as I wanted to run, I found that my upper body had left my lower body; I was surprised to avoid a stone in the sky, but I was flattened by the stone rolling next to me; when I felt the cold, I wanted to run wildly, and I found that my whole body had frozen.

The power of the magic scroll is still so powerful that it once again destroyed 50,000 orcs.

"Bastards, the beast god will definitely punish you, the despicable light church, shameless human beings, you can't escape the punishment of the beast god!"

Augustine trembled angrily, blushed all, and cursed loudly.

The Pope dragged down the nine orc strong men, while the other eleven sword-level figures launched magic scrolls, which dealt a huge blow to the orc army. Although 450,000 orcs survived, the original spirit of fighting spirit disappeared, and everyone was afraid that the next wave of magic scrolls would come to their heads.

No fighting spirit is the most terrible thing.