Swoosh! Swoosh!
Swoosh! Swoosh! The militia reacted quickly and fired a volley of arrows at the ogres. There were many hunters in the villages near the wilderness, and hunting was their main source of meat. But the problem was that hunters mostly used short bows and hard bows, and their damage was far less than longbowmen. Even if they were shooting at close range, the arrows still couldn't deal any fatal damage to the ogres. On the contrary, they even provoked the ogres to go berserk.
The ogres used their thick arms to shield their heads. Two arrows hit their arms, and a few more hit their bodies.
They wore simple leather armor and had a thick layer of fat on their bodies. It wouldn't be a problem even if they were hit ten more times. On the contrary, their skin turned slightly red after they went berserk, and their attacks became even fiercer. A tier 2 ogre warrior would automatically learn a spell-like ability, and that was the 'Bloodlust' that many people were familiar with. Or perhaps it should be called 'Bloodlust Rage'. Although these ogres weren't tier 2 yet, they already had the ability to go berserk.
Ogres had a monster level of 5, and when a warrior reached tier 2, they would reach a total level of 15.
They could turn into a berserk killing machine!
"Get out of the way!"
The militia captain roared and shouted at a middle-aged man beside him, "Kalat! Milos! "
"White Raven Formation!"
Following the militia captain's roar, two militia members who were obviously stronger rushed over. At the same time, with their roars, their muscles expanded as if they were inflated. Their temples bulged slightly, and the veins and blood vessels on their arms could be seen. Whether it was the strength or speed of their attacks, both increased by a lot.
It was almost as fast as Søren's [Heavy Slash].
Aura Raising Slash.
This was the ability of a tier 2 warrior. It could stimulate one's potential and maximize one's strength for a short period of time. Although it could only last for one or two minutes, the damage it could deal was several times more than usual. This ability was usually used by tier 2 warriors when they were desperate. They could only activate it once a day, and the duration was determined by their physique. However, it wouldn't last more than two minutes.
"White Raven Formation?"
Søren was surprised for a moment, but he quickly grabbed his scimitar and wandered around. He was very familiar with the famous' White Raven Tactic '. The White Raven Sword Art was a high-level combat skill. If two people were to use it together, they would be able to form a web of attacks. If three or more people were to use it together, they would be able to form a small team formation. Such combat skills were rarely seen among ordinary adventurers. The three people in front of him seemed to have participated in wars.
Only the army would train in the White Raven Formation!
The White Raven Sword Style consumed a lot of stamina. The three middle-aged militiamen formed an inverted triangle as they moved forward. The long swords in their hands glinted coldly as they coordinated their attacks. In just thirty seconds, they had killed five to six lizardmen. This sudden burst of lethality greatly boosted the courage of the others, and at the same time, it also attracted the attention of the lizardmen. Just as they were about to concentrate on killing the ogres, the sound of a bowstring vibrating could be heard.
"Longbowmen!?"
A cold glint flashed in Soran's eyes as he leaped into the air. He kicked off the railing with the tip of his foot and leaped six or seven meters into the air. His 20 points of Extraordinary Dexterity exploded at this moment. In a flash, he took out his crossbow and fired blindly at the longbowman. The short time he was in midair didn't allow him to lock onto the target's position. He could only rely on his vision and intuition to make a counterattack.
Two screams could be heard.
One of them was a middle-aged man who was in the White Raven Formation. One of them was shot in the abdomen, and his reflexes were slowed by half a beat. His head was smashed by an ogre, and white brain matter splattered everywhere. The scene was so shocking that it made the surroundings quiet down. Then, a young man's heart-wrenching scream could be heard. The dead middle-aged man was his father.
The other scream came from outside. Søren had successfully shot the lizardmen longbowmen. Although he didn't know if it was a vital point, the poison on the arrow was enough to make it lose its ability to fight. The longbow required a lot of strength from the human body. Although its lethality was top notch, its power would plummet after being injured. At most, the enemy could only rely on their will to shoot once or twice. Longbowmen were a very precious fighting profession, and the lizardmen had never exposed them to the battlefield.
Bang!
A dull thud could be heard from the ground.
The militia captain cooperated with the White Raven Formation to kill an ogre, but as the time to activate Chi Slash ran out, his explosive power began to plummet. When he used his longsword to cut open an ogre's abdomen, his reflexes were half a beat too slow, and he was hit in the arm. His arm was instantly twisted, and he didn't even need to look to know that the bones were completely broken.
Without a priest to cast divine spells, he would be crippled after he recovered, and he would never be able to lift heavy objects again.
Thump! Thump!
Thump! The morale that had just recovered quickly fell. Half of the militia had died, and although there were still many adult men and hunters in the village, they didn't have much of an advantage against the lizardmen. If there were no accidents, the village would be breached in a short period of time. Then, the lizardmen would charge in and start a massacre. The Ogres would also eat their fill and pack up the food to bring back. The lizardmen must have paid a certain price to make these ogres attack.
The young men in the village tried their best to save the militia captain, but everyone's eyes were filled with despair.
The scales of victory were tilted towards the enemy!
Søren's face was also very ugly. There were many lizardmen, and there were also some archers outside. If he tried to break through, he might be trapped outside. The militia had already begun to shrink their formation. Many of them were trembling as they held their weapons and retreated bit by bit. It was already very difficult to defend the village gate, and if they continued to stay here, they would only be surrounded by the lizardmen. At that time, as long as they occupied the high ground, the archers would be able to kill them all.
Heavy footsteps could be heard.
The lizardmen temporarily slowed down their attack, and then a dark green lizard that weighed about half a ton appeared. On its back was a shriveled and wrinkled lizardman Druil. It was holding a withered cane made of vines, and there was even a young leaf growing out of it. Among all the Druil, only the lizardmen could easily recruit a Swamp Lizard as their animal companion.
— Entangle.
The lizardman Druil threw out something that looked like a dandelion seed. In an instant, vines grew out of the ground in a fifteen meter radius. These vines wrapped around the legs of the others, and in an instant, they were trapped in place. Some of the weaker ones were directly tied up by the vines, and couldn't even move their arms that were holding weapons. However, there were still some people who were lucky enough to avoid it. Or rather, they were prepared in advance. Søren had already jumped out of the way before the Druil cast his spell, and at the same time, he swung his curved sword to cut off the vines.
Entangle was the Druil's most common starting spell, so there was no way he wouldn't be prepared for it.
But what they didn't expect was that although Søren had successfully dodged the vines, he had become the main target of the lizardman Druil.
It raised its hand and threw out a dark green powder, and quickly cast a spell.
— Plague.
Soran's arm instantly became red and swollen, and then the exposed skin on his body bulged with pus within a few seconds. The wound began to fester, and pus dripped down along his wrist. He almost couldn't hold the curved sword anymore.
A row of data appeared:
"You've been affected by Plague! … Plague Test of Death activated! [Enhanced Vitality] is in effect! … "
"You've successfully passed the Test of Death."
"You've received 18 Plague Damage, and will be affected by Plague for the next 15 minutes."
…
The fallen withered of the Druil.
Søren looked at the pustules on his arm with a ferocious expression. He was about to break out of the encirclement, but he suddenly stopped. Even if he had to leave, he had to kill the lizardman Druil in front of him first. If it didn't die, the militia here would quickly collapse, and it would be difficult for him to break out of the encirclement.
"You think you're the only one who can cast spells?" Søren roared and took out a spell scroll, and immediately said: "Pay 2500 Slaughter EXP!"
"Profession Wizard."
A wave of elemental energy appeared, and Søren instantly felt as if there was a magic network in the dark.
He tore open the spell scroll, and immediately, a burst of shadow energy burst out.
Rogues couldn't use high-grade scrolls without enough skill, but wizards didn't have such restrictions. As long as they used mana to activate the spell model on the scroll, they could directly use spell scrolls that exceeded their own profession level.
— Shadow Tentacles (Fourth Circle)
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