The camp in front of the mine was in complete chaos.
The torches around them could not provide any effective illumination. The night-blind orcs could only see some blurry shadows even if they tried their best to open their eyes. It was impossible to capture the enemy's movements. Therefore, they were no different from sandbags at the moment. They were basically being beaten up by these monsters.
Godard was not slow. He ordered his men to light as many torches as possible while he quickly took one in his hand to illuminate the area. Unexpectedly, the enemy rushed toward the torches and spat out a few puddles of liquid from their mouths, extinguishing most of the flames in the blink of an eye.
This time, the beastmen camp was completely plunged into darkness. One by one, the beastmen with strong bodies were knocked to the ground as if they were blind. Miserable screams and muffled sounds of flesh and bone being separated mixed together, making this group of beastmen feel as if they were in hell.
"Surround them! Gather the troops! "
Godard was completely helpless at the moment. He picked up a long sword and hurriedly joined the battle with a torch in his hand. However, the weapon in his hand was extremely useless against the enemy's carapace. In the end, he simply switched to a heavy mace and smashed the skulls of a few monsters with the cover of his men. However, his attack was simply a drop in the bucket. As new enemies continued to pour out of the mine, the number of these guys was probably over a hundred!
"Damn scum!"
Godard cursed. But when he saw his soldiers being slaughtered, his heart was cold. Is my team going to die here?
On the other side, the black-robed orc who was originally commanding the undead attack had just noticed the movement behind him. He heard the screams of the orcs, but because of the darkness in the distance, he could not see what exactly happened.
He instinctively felt that something was wrong. He immediately ordered a team of a hundred undead to follow him to the camp. Before they got close, seven or eight black shadows pounced on them, instantly setting off a bloody and fishy wind!
The zombies were like vegetables in front of these monsters. With a swipe of their long claws, broken limbs flew into the sky. The black-robed orc's expression changed. He immediately released the Light of the Netherworld.
A pale light bloomed in the sky, reflecting the tragic state of the orc camp in his eyes. When he saw the appearance of the monsters, the black-robed orc who had always been confident finally changed his expression.
"How is this possible?!"
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The sudden commotion on the ground caused the nobles to get up in a panic, but when they saw the chaos in the orc camp in the distance, they all realized that it was not a coincidence.
"What happened over there?"
Sally asked this question on behalf of everyone else. As the "Light of the Netherworld" bloomed, they saw the Orc camp in chaos, but they could not identify what had caused this situation.
Roddy's expression was no longer tense. He slowly exhaled and said something irrelevant, "Yesterday, you must have wondered why I stopped you from buying this mine, right?"
"What does this — have to do with this?"
Sally looked into the distance in disbelief. As the second "Light of the Netherworld" lit up, the undead that had been piled up behind the ramp began to retreat in large numbers.
"This mine is not a treasure, but a hell." Roddy nodded, "Because there are at least three 'Terror Beast' tribes inside the mountain."
"Terror Beast?!"
"Is there really such a thing?"
The nobles cried out in surprise.
Roddy looked into the distance, his face full of memories, "As long as there is a 'Fuser silver mine', there will be Terror Beasts, and there may be more than three thousand of them. And in the mine below us, it is estimated that there are at least four to five hundred of them. "
His words made the nobles gasp. Most of them had only heard of the term "Deinonychus" in the stories of bards. This kind of creature would only occasionally be encountered by teams searching for treasures in the depths of the cave. They hid in the dark crevices of the rocks, waiting to attack the unprepared innocents.
However, most of the bards' stories relied on imagination and assumptions. The real "Terror Beasts" were far from what ordinary teams could deal with. They lived in groups, were bloodthirsty and belligerent. Once they found their prey, they would fight to the death. The only flaw was that they were afraid of sunlight and only dared to appear after midnight.
However, if they moved in groups, all the creatures in their hunting range could only pray for their own good.
"So … Roddy already knew about it?"
Seeing Roddy nod, not only Sally, but also the nobles behind her felt a chill down their spines. Before this, they all thought that Viscount An Ru would definitely beat Sally into submission. Who would have thought that he already knew that this was a trap? He was just watching everyone jump into it!
If this battle had not happened, Viscount An Ru wouldn't have been the only one who would have lost everything. The others would not have been spared!
Thinking back to the news of more than three hundred miners going missing, the nobles who were a little more quick-witted felt a chill run down their spines. The price of going against Roddy was not something an ordinary person could bear. Viscount An Ru wasn't the only one who had suffered. Now, the orcs and the undead had also fallen into his trap!
Seeing these people standing there in silence, Roddy felt a little helpless. To put it bluntly, he had no other choice.
He knew about "Terror Beasts" because of his memories from his previous life. In his previous life, the "Fuser Silver Mine" had a resounding name since the day it was mined: "Silver Mine of Death".
From a player's point of view, the entire Cohen Mountains was the dungeon area of the "Silver Mine of Death". There were seven or eight dungeons ranging from level 10 to 25 in the mines within the mountains. Because the Terror Beasts would attack all living creatures inside and outside of the mines, there was only one camp in the entire mountain range that was safe …
And that camp was right where Roddy was currently standing.
In his memory, this platform had become the only "Quest Distribution Center" in this dungeon area in year 593. With a deep trench dug, guards stationed there, and the help of mages, no matter how many Terror Beasts there were, there was nothing they could do to this camp.
"So what do we do now? Will they … will they come here? "
Kathlyn looked into the distance. The screams of the orcs drifted over, causing her voice to tremble.
"They will, but don't worry about that." Roddy turned around and immediately ordered, "All mages, get into position at the front line. If any Terror Beasts approach, release 'Holy Light' continuously. Don't use other spells to attack. Soldiers in the front line, control the volume. Don't shout."
Turning around, Roddy said to his subordinates who had rested for more than six hours, "Dragon Spear Cavalry Regiment, prepare for battle!"
"It's time to counterattack."
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"It's actually the Terror Beasts …"
In the chaotic camp, the black-robed orc recognized these creatures at a glance. He cursed in a low voice, then weighed the pros and cons in his heart. From the perspective of the undead, he did not need to care about the lives of Godard and the orcs. It did not matter even if they all died here.
But from the strategic point of view of the Tasman Kingdom, Godard had to survive. If he died here, then all the previous arrangements would be in vain.
So he quickly made a decision: mobilize the zombies and turn to support the orcs.
But as the zombies rushed into the camp, the orcs' chaotic situation did not improve. The number of Terror Beasts had already exceeded 150, and there seemed to be more of their kind rushing out of the mine. They killed everything that could move in front of them. The strong orcs could not stop them, not to mention the weak zombies.
One Terror Beast could easily wipe out ten zombies. Their carapaces were not afraid of being bitten, and the so-called "corpse poison" could not take effect in a short time. The zombies were torn apart by more and more Terror Beasts like shredded paper. The so-called "support" did not seem to be of any help at all.
For the first time, anger appeared in the black-robed orc's eyes, but this emotion was fleeting. The next moment, he took out his white bone wand and quickly cast one necromancy spell after another.
The "Light of the Netherworld" lit up the sky again, but it lasted much longer than before. With the help of the light, the orcs finally got rid of their "night blindness" and quickly moved in Godard's direction to counterattack. As the incantation sounded, the black-robed orc raised his hand and tore the zombies nearby apart with a spell. He used piles of bones and limbs to form a "bone wall" that was more than thirty meters long and four meters high!
An ordinary necromancer could not do this at all, but the black-robed orc did it twice in a row. He destroyed the bodies of more than 300 zombies and protected the orc army with bone walls on both sides. The Terror Beasts tried to break through the bone walls, but their strength was of no use other than breaking some bones. They had no choice but to take a detour.
As a result, the orcs' pressure was greatly reduced, and they finally had the strength to regroup and counterattack.
However, the undead army was also greatly weakened because of the two spells. The zombies that had just been replenished had all become "raw materials". If he wanted to continue to break the siege, the necromancer had to mobilize more troops that were originally surrounding Roddy to support him.
He looked back into the distance. The human troops on the platform were still desperately resisting the attack of the zombies. There was nothing unusual at all.
At this time, reducing the pressure on the slope … should not be a problem.
The black-robed orc thought. He immediately raised his hand and released a "bone spear spell" at the charging Terror Beasts. The Terror Beasts fell to the ground after their throats were pierced. In less than three seconds, they stood up shakily and waved their giant claws at their own kind under the effect of "necromancy control" …
As the black-robed Orc chanted the incantation, the "Necromancy" began to resurrect the Terrorclaw Beasts that had died on the battlefield. With their addition, the heavily injured Orcs finally regained their footing under the cover of the two bone walls.
However, in just half an hour, the orcs suffered nearly 300 casualties. Now, under the protection of the bone walls, there were only about 120 orcs left who could still fight!
The undead army was also seriously damaged. Except for the more than 200 zombies that were still blocking the human camp, less than half of the more than 1,000 zombies that were temporarily supporting the camp were now left … and they were quickly being killed by the remaining Terror Beasts.
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Chapter name: A tribute to "Death Gold Mine" in World of Warcraft. He remembered when he went to the dungeon with a group of people in the internet cafe, walked through the winding mine tunnel and saw the big ship that Van Cleef was on. It was really shocking.
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