Ember Skywalker

Chapter 254 The Final Glory
The Violent Heart is a type of Immortal Heart. Every intelligent orc who has awakened it is a rare genius.

This skill not only makes the owner go berserk, but also can guide the intelligent orcs within a certain range around him to go berserk, thus greatly improving the combat effectiveness of the tribe.

Even in the Kingdom of Intelligent Orcs, apart from those famous governors, there are almost no Intelligent Orcs who can awaken the violent heart.

I didn't expect one to appear here.

The battle lasted for an unknown amount of time before a Zhimin stumbled over and knelt down in front of Jing with a plop.

"Sir, the enemy is too strong! The tribesmen can't attack!"

One of his eyes was blind, black blood was running down his face, and he was almost crying as he spoke.

"How dare you to fear a battle!"

Jing roared and put the scimitar to his neck.

"Who said I was afraid of fighting? I was only thinking about my people. Our losses were too great!"

Jing's face darkened. Up to now in the battle, he had lost nearly four thousand of his clansmen.

These are the most elite men of the Dark Wind Tribe!
Especially the strong ones who were at the front were completely wiped out!
Thinking that there were only some women, children, the elderly, the weak and the disabled left in the tribe, Jing closed his eyes in pain.

How can he explain himself when he goes back?
Jing let out a long breath, looked at Lentini, and said with strong hatred:

“They have persisted for so long, they must not have much strength left!

Charge again at all costs, and the Dark Wind Tribe's beast flag will be planted on the city wall!"

“Then...ask you!” Zhimin left without looking back.

Never came back.

Wait, no more wise people come to ask for orders.

They will turn their backs to Beijing, rush towards the city walls recklessly, and then drift helplessly like kites with broken strings.

Jing's expression changed from ferocious at first to shocked, and finally to ashen.

The humans on the city wall were not as exhausted as he had thought.

Although their movements seemed to be getting heavier and heavier, in the end it seemed that they would fall down at any time.

But in the end it still stands there like a rock.

"Impossible! How could their physical strength be so good, even better than that of our tribesmen!" Jing couldn't believe it at all.

But it cannot change the result.

During this period, the Dark Wind Tribe lost nearly two thousand people, and there were only a few Gray Moon Spirit and Moonlight troops left.

"Blow the horn and retreat!"

After saying this, Jing's body shook and he suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood.

This was an extremely difficult decision. He still had 2,000 people and could launch another attack.

But he didn't dare.

Although I was certain that the other party could not hold on any longer, because that was almost impossible.

But there were too many impossible things happening today, and he had completely lost confidence.

These tribesmen are the only men left in the Dark Wind Tribe.

Once they all die, there won’t even be any Shadow Wolf Riders left in the tribe to hunt.

By then, what awaits Anfeng is either annexation by other tribes or enslavement.

"Woooooooo..."

A sad horn sounded, and the wise people finally retreated.

"Ofu, take your people back and leave some blood for the Dark Wind Tribe." Jing said in a low voice.

"Sir, what about you?"

"We Zhimin can fail, but we cannot return with such shame. I have to give an explanation to my people."

"What are you going to do?" Auf asked in surprise.

"Give me the beast flag!"

The next moment, a cloud of dust rushed towards Lentini.

There was a scarlet beast flag in the smoke, and the arrogant black wolf head on the flag seemed to be roaring towards the sky.

Jing charged at the tall Lentini alone.

On the battlefield filled with corpses and blood, he held a flag and stepped on the bodies of his dead tribesmen, moving forward with determination and courage.

"Ouch!"

All the surviving Shadow Wolf Riders howled sadly and watched their warriors leave.

Jing had just climbed up the siege ladder when a row of musk men appeared from behind the parapets and shot dozens of sharp arrows down with a whistling sound, turning the Shadow Hunting Wolf Rider warrior into a hedgehog.

The arrows of the Musk Man are very powerful. At such a close distance, even a Honor-level Shadow Wolf Rider cannot completely resist them.

"Ho...ho..."

Jing did not try to pull out the arrow from his body. He just held on to the ladder with one hand and climbed up step by step.

This action caused the arrow wounds all over his body to burst, and blood gushed out.

It is sprinkled on the beast flag and also blows away in the wind.

He raised his head and stared at a young man on the city wall.

It was this young man who destroyed all his hopes and the Dark Wind Tribe. That man was Raven.

"That's quite courageous." Raven sneered and waved his hand to stop the musk man.

"Give him a chance to come up."

Jing climbed with great difficulty, and it took him a full half a minute to reach Raven.

Across the battlement, he stared at Raven.

Jing's eyes reflected a determined face and black pupils that made him feel cold from head to toe.

His black pupils contained both a resolute coldness and a strong self-confidence, which was totally unlike what one should have at his age.

"Tell me your name." Jing said with difficulty.

"Raven."

"I admire your bravery, but I despise your meanness."

"You have no right to say that. If that's all you want to say, then you can die."

"Then do it."

Jing grabbed the side of the parapet and tried to climb to the top of the city wall, but he failed and almost fell down the last time.

It was Raven who caught him.

"Ouch!"

Jing finally climbed up the city wall, looked down at the crowd and roared with a sad voice.

"Ouch..."

The Shadow Hunting Wolf Riders under the city also raised their scimitars and howled.

Also howling were a large number of cave wolves that had lost their masters.

Jing was about to plant the beast flag on the city wall, but was grabbed by Raven.

"This thing is not allowed to be placed on the walls of Lentini. I can give you a chance for a fair duel." He said coldly.

Jing laughed miserably.

The next moment, he raised the beast flag high above his head, and then inserted it fiercely into his body, going almost a foot deep!

"Oh... I won't stab it on the top of the city, but I can... stab it on myself."

After saying this, Jing died and his body stood there straight.

"That won't work either," Raven said calmly, pressing his face and pushing.

Jing's body fell helplessly along with the beast flag.

A wise man walked to the foot of the city, picked up Jing's body, and left without looking back.

The howling of wolves sounded again, and the remaining Zhimin took a large number of ownerless cave wolves away, leaving behind shrill howls.

Looking at the aliens leaving, Raven felt frightened.

Fortunately, Jing issued a retreat order at the last minute.

Otherwise they won't be able to hold on.

Everyone is exhausted.

If Jing had held on a little longer, the outcome would probably have been different and he would not have died.

But, there is no if.

"I can hear their hatred. These wise people will come again."

Lanster said lightly, then fell backwards.

Blood gushed out of the wounds all over his body, as if a blood bag had been punctured.

A golden holy light fell on him. The holy light was very dim, but it stopped the bleeding.

The one who took action was Bishop Hahn.

After the fall of Verna, he followed the Count of Lyon to Londinia.

In this war, his healing skills turned dozens of dying soldiers into seriously injured ones, making him a great contributor.

Hahn tried to perform a second healing spell, but failed again.

By this point in the battle, his divine power had long been exhausted.

Raven breathed a sigh of relief.

From beginning to end, Lanster always stood at the forefront, resisting wave after wave of alien attacks like a rock.

His injuries were extremely severe. With those densely packed, festering wounds, even the strongest intelligent orc would die instantly.

The miracle is that he can hold on until now. I really don’t know what kind of physique he has.

Raven asked himself, not even he could bear this kind of injury.

As Lanster fell, a large number of soldiers on the top of the city fell down suddenly.

They had been fighting non-stop and were already exhausted.

After the sudden relaxation, they were no longer able to control their bodies and collapsed in a pool of blood.

(End of this chapter)