Legendary Beastmaster Zhang Deshuai

The two armies faced off, a battle involving hundreds of millions of people. With the loud sounding of the giant bone horn on the orc side, the siege began.

The sound of the horn was like the death knell of hell, instantly breaking the brief silence on the battlefield. The orc army rushed towards the human defense line like a surging black wave.

In the front were the violent siege beasts, followed by the Behemoths, who took huge steps, and every step made the earth tremble. They wielded huge clubs like thick tree trunks and let out deafening roars that seemed to tear apart people's souls.

In the human defense line, the dragon riders rode the giant dragons into the air. The giant dragons spewed out blazing flames, instantly turning a group of orcs into ashes. The dragon riders swung their spears and rushed towards the Behemoth orcs with unparalleled momentum. The spear tips intersected with the giant sticks, sparkling dazzling sparks, and the sound of metal collision resounded through the sky.

Then, the knights riding on their warcraft mounts rushed out like a gust of wind. The flame lions spewed out blazing flames, the frost wolves exhaled cold air, and the lightning leopards shuttled through the enemy formation, releasing deadly arcs of electricity. The blood wolf cavalry and violent war wolf riders of the orcs also went forward fearlessly, and the two sides launched a fierce collision on the battlefield, with blood splattering and broken limbs flying.

The elves were in the back, drawing their bows and shooting arrows. Their arrows streaked across the sky like meteors, accurately hitting the vital points of the orcs. Each arrow carried a deadly force, and the orcs fell one after another. But the orcs' slingers and crossbowmen were not to be outdone. Huge stones and crossbows flew towards the human camp, causing considerable casualties.

On the ground battlefield, the infantry of both sides engaged in brutal close combat. The human soldiers held their weapons tightly and fought the orcs to the death. The swords clashed, the shouts and screams intertwined, forming a bloody hell scene.

The huge siege beasts and demon beasts also became the focus of the battlefield. The Rock Crusher Titan waved its huge fist and smashed the human defense line, causing an earthquake. The Storm Python spewed wind and lightning, causing great chaos to the humans. The Chaos War Elephant relied on its powerful force to crash into the human camp, leaving a mess wherever it went.

Human magicians gathered together and cast powerful magic. Elements such as fire, frost, lightning, and storms raged on the battlefield, competing with the witchcraft of the orcs. For a moment, the entire battlefield was shining, and the power of magic and physical attacks were intertwined, forming a thrilling picture.

Zhang Deshuai stood on the city wall, constantly casting powerful magic. Beside him, Qilin, Chimera and Frost were also attacking the enemy with all their might. Qilin's flames burned orcs one after another, Chimera's venom and fire bombs caused great damage to the enemy, and Frost's ice magic made the enemy frozen.

Marshal Moore was in charge of the overall situation. His voice was loud and firm, inspiring the morale of the soldiers. "Soldiers, for our homeland and for our honor, fight to the end!"

In this fierce battle, casualties on both sides continued to increase. The battlefield was covered with blood and corpses piled up like mountains. However, neither side had any intention of retreating, and the battle became more and more tragic.

A Behemoth Orc broke through the human defense line and rushed to the magician's camp. At this critical moment, a dragon knight fell from the sky and pierced the heart of the Behemoth Orc with his spear, saving the magicians.

On the other side, several storm pythons broke through the human air defense line and were about to rush to the city wall. At this time, Zhang Deshuai used powerful space magic to instantly transfer the pythons to the rear of the orc camp, causing chaos.

The battle lasted for several hours. Both sides were exhausted but still gritted their teeth and held on.

The battle continued, and the brutal slaughter seemed to have no end. The battlefield had turned into a real hell on earth, with mountains of corpses and seas of blood everywhere.

The huge and majestic bodies of the dragons now lie on the ground, and together with their knights, they have become cold corpses. The scales on the dragons that once shone with mysterious light are now dim and stained with blood. The knights' armor is broken, the weapons in their hands are broken, and their empty eyes still show the determination to fight to the last moment.

Some of the once formidable siege beasts had their heads chopped off, and some had their bodies pierced by magic. The huge corpses were piled up like a mountain, emitting a disgusting bloody smell. They were once the orcs' powerful weapons for siege, but now they have become a pile of lifeless meat.

The bodies of soldiers can be seen everywhere. They are from different races, but they all fought for the same belief. Some have their heads and bodies severed, some have their limbs broken, and their blood has gathered into streams, flowing on the battlefield. Their faces are still frozen with the expressions they had during the battle, with anger, fear, and more of fearlessness.

The beautiful and noble elves were not spared either, their slender and elegant bodies now lying in a pool of blood. Their pointed ears were no longer agile, and their beautiful faces were twisted in pain. Their longbows were broken, and their leather armor was shattered, becoming part of this tragic scene.

Many corpses were further ravaged on this chaotic battlefield. The huge hoofs of the beasts trampled down mercilessly, instantly crushing the originally intact corpses into meat paste, with bones and flesh mixed together, making it difficult to distinguish. The orcs' mounts or the monsters they drove became crazy under the stimulation of blood, biting the corpses and chewing human flesh with big mouthfuls. The scene was horrifying.

The air was filled with a thick smell of blood, and the mixture of gunpowder smoke and dust made it almost impossible to breathe. The groans of the wounded, the screams of the dying, and the clash of weapons intertwined to form a movement of despair. Every inch of land was soaked in blood, and every breath was filled with the breath of death.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, as if they were also weeping for this tragic battle. Raindrops fell and mixed with blood, forming streams of red water. But both sides in the battle had already killed each other blindly, and no one cared about the harsh environment. There was only one belief in their hearts - fight to the end, either win or die.

In this protracted battle, life becomes so fragile, like a candle in the wind, which may be extinguished at any time. But every soldier persists, writing this extremely tragic war epic with their blood and life.

The battle had lasted for two days and two nights, and time seemed to have stood still on this bloody battlefield. The sounds of killing were still heard, and the brutal battle continued.

On the ground, corpses were piled up layer by layer, like a huge mountain of corpses. Thick blood gathered into a river, dyeing the originally dark land bright red like blood. The shocking color reflected a strange light in the sun.

The more than 100 million people who initially joined the battle have now been reduced to less than 50 million. Every moment, lives are lost, and every second, souls fall into darkness. The once dense crowd has now become sparse, but the will to fight is as firm as steel and has never wavered.

In this endless slaughter, the warriors' physical strength had long been overdrawn, their eyes were full of bloodshot, and their bodies were covered with scars. But they still held their weapons tightly and their steps were still firm.

On the human side, those young soldiers, who might still be immature teenagers or the backbone of their families, were determined to die, using their flesh and blood to build an indestructible defense line. Their armor was broken, their clothes were tattered, and the pain from their wounds was like a burning fire, but there was no fear or retreat in their eyes.

A warrior who lost his left arm waved his sword with his right hand and shouted: "For my homeland, for my loved ones!" His voice was hoarse but full of power. Next to him was a knight who was hit by several arrows, but he still rode his injured horse and rushed towards the enemy camp.

The orcs, despite heavy casualties, continued to surge forward, their roars full of madness and determination. The tall behemoth orcs, blood dripping from their bodies, still waved their huge wooden clubs, trying to break through the human defenses.

In this extremely brutal fight, there is no mercy, no sympathy, only a contest between life and death. Every fallen figure becomes the source of anger and strength in the hearts of comrades. They know that retreat means destruction, and only by fighting can there be a glimmer of hope.

As the sun sets, its afterglow shines on the bloody battlefield, dyeing everything a tragic red. Both sides are exhausted, but the flame of battle still burns in their hearts, and they will fight to the death.