Kerdis? Fang was silently observing the battlefield.
Behind his tall and burly body stood 17 elders and leaders of the Witherwater City's tribal alliance.
Among them, the Grade 4 Berserker, Morris, was the most irritable and restless. He paced back and forth beside Kerades and questioned loudly, "The little bastards are already roaring and charging forward. Are we supposed to just stand here and wait?"
Kerdis replied in a deep voice without turning his head, "I have already informed the Sala tribe. They will soon bring the 30 Thunder Rocs to join the battle."
"Thunder Rocs … Thunder Rocs … Thunder Rocs … Do you think we orcs won't fight without the Thunder Rocs?"
"We are not here today to fight, but to destroy the enemy's teleportation portal …" Kerdis finally turned his head back. His huge bloodshot eyes were filled with unconcealable ferocity, "You have heard the Orc God's oracle. The enemies this time are not ordinary. They are terrifying witches who have vowed to take revenge. If they are allowed to gain a foothold here, our Johnson Plane will be in danger … "
"Then all the more reason why you should let me charge into the battlefield … I'll kill my way through the ground and wait for the Thunder Rocs to arrive. Then, you guys can go through the sky. Isn't that better?" Morris was still stubborn.
Kerdis grabbed Morris' collar and glared at him fiercely. "You are the most powerful warrior in our team. As the tribal leader of Witherwater City, I order you to calm down and wait for the real battle to come. "
"Hasn't the battle already started? Our brats can't hold on for much longer … "
"If you are not blind, you should have seen it. None of the strong witches have shown up yet! What are they waiting for? The plague beasts under them are powerful and numerous. Our orc army is not a match for them in this battle. So, they are waiting … waiting for an opportunity to kill our strong orcs! Tell me, if I don't have absolute confidence, would I dare to bet the last force of Witherwater City … "
The voices of the two orc powerhouses weren't soft. When they roared at each other, the huge sound waves were enough to shake an ordinary human to death.
Among the numerous elders and leaders standing behind the two Beastmen, there was a Minotaur Chief with a humanoid body but a large bull's head. There was also a Sphinx with a lion's face and golden fur. There was also a Hawkman with a pair of gray wings on his back and a sharp hooked beak.
Among the many elders, the Cyclops Elder was undoubtedly the tallest and most conspicuous.
From the outside, the cyclops elder looked like a strong human that had been magnified dozens of times. He had a torso, legs, feet, arms, and a face with ears, mouth, and nose. The only strange thing was that it only had a vertical pupil in the center of its forehead.
An ordinary Cyclops was more than ten meters tall, much taller and mightier than a Mammoth Battle Elephant. The Tier 3 One-eyed Elder stood over 12 meters tall. Not to mention anything else, just the finger of its fan-shaped hand was as thick as an ordinary person's waist.
The eye in the center of its head blinked continuously, emitting a thick earthen yellow elemental aura. As long as there was a need in battle, the Cyclops Elder could use the earth elemental energy in its eye to condense a two-meter square rock between its palms in three seconds. It could then use its divine power to hurl the rock at the enemy's head.
Rock Tossing was a special ability that the Cyclops had mastered since young. It could hit anything within 500 meters. As a powerhouse of the tribe, the Cyclops Elder could even throw a rock 700 meters away.
In the Johnson Plane where weapons were crude and fortifications were crude, such a human catapult was considered a top-notch fighting force.
Where a large number of Cyclops gathered, even the proud Dragons that soared above the nine heavens would not dare to enter their attack range. In the long history of the Cyclops, there had been an unparalleled powerhouse that had single-handedly killed a Dragon!
But now, the Cyclops had lost their freedom and faith. They had become a powerful tribe enslaved by the Orc Empire in the Johnson Plane.
At this moment, seeing the two Orc experts arguing, the Cyclops Elder Abdul bent down and said in a loud and clear voice, "Kerdis, my lads have been fighting for more than two hours. They have used up a lot of energy … Do you think we should get them to retreat and rest? "
Although the Cyclops could gather earth elemental energy and condense it into rocks, this special ability of their race was not limitless. They might be able to hold out for a long time in a normal battle, but continuously condensing and hurling rocks like this had drained a lot of their stamina and soul.
That was why the Cyclops Elder Abdul, who felt sorry for his people, made such a request.
"No!" Its request was, of course, rejected by the Orc leader. "Right now, our battle situation is already very difficult, and it's not looking good. If we don't have the suppression of your boulders, the Orc army will not be able to withstand the enemy's attacks. Tell your people to hold out a little longer. Our assault team will be here soon … "
Abdul sighed helplessly and stood up again.
Beside it, the leader of the Mammoth Tribe, Raith, and the elder of the Centaur Tribe, Kanem, who also had their people fighting on the battlefield, looked at each other with unconcealable anxiety and regret in their eyes.
The Orcs were far weaker than these powerful tribes in terms of strength and physique, but they could use the power of a group to forcibly enslave them. Why? It was because of their jaw-dropping reproductive speed!
The Orcs only lived for about 60 to 70 years, and their reproductive cycle was only 13 years.
This also meant that an Orc only had a short period of 13 years from birth to the birth of the next generation. And these powerful tribes had incomparably long reproductive cycles.
The Cyclops were the most powerful. Their average lifespan was 170 years, and their reproductive cycle was 100 years. The Mammoth were even more powerful. They could live for 150 years, and their reproductive cycle was 60 years. The Centaurs were slightly weaker, but they could live for 120 years, and their reproductive cycle was 40 years.
So, even if their individual strength was far above the Orcs, the overall strength of the tribe was far inferior to the 'weak' Orcs who had the blessing of the Orc God!
So, seeing the precious younger generation of the tribe struggling to resist the attack of the witches, the elders and leaders of the tribe were all anxious, but there was nothing they could do.
… …
On the other side of the battlefield, many high-grade witches were gathered in front of the portal. They watched the bloody battle at the frontlines, and listened to the reports of the remaining witches' advance team on the basic situation of Johnson Plane.
Johnson Plane, a middle-sized plane with rich resources and a variety of creatures.
And the ruler of this plane was naturally the main target of the witches' attack — the Orc Empire!
The capital of the Orc Empire was a place called Duweiden, which was 12,000 kilometers away. And the closest Orc city to the portal was called Dry Water City. There were 110,000 green-skinned Orcs of various races living there.
The Orc army that was surrounding the portal and attacking crazily came from there!
According to the information collected by the witches' advance team, there were as many as a hundred strong people in Dry Water City, and these people were all tribal strong people who were Grade 3 and above.
The witches' advance team had buried the positioning stones seven hours ago, and the first batch of Orc attack troops had arrived five hours ago. They were a group of up to 300 Harpies. If it weren't for the witches' advanced team's equipment and strength, they probably wouldn't have been able to hold on until the witches came across the plane to support them.
It was because the witches' action was very covert that the Orc Empire was caught by surprise.
Although the positioning stones had just activated the long-range signal, the power of the Orc God had caught it. But from the time it sent down the oracle to the time the nearest Orc tribe gathered and rushed to the battlefield, it still left the witches with the best opportunity to open a long-distance portal across the plane.
The Orc troops were constantly moving towards the battlefield, and the witches' troops were constantly pouring out of the portal.
Just like that, both sides launched a bloody battle of life and death on this desolate and remote gravel plain. From the current situation of the battle, it was obvious that the witches had the upper hand in the battle. They were driving the Orcs away from the portal and constantly consuming their strength.
The Orc tribes had always been all soldiers.
Since there were 110,000 Orcs in Dry Water City, they could pull out an Orc army of up to 110,000.
However, those who could arrive at the battlefield in advance were, after all, the elites of the Orc army. As long as they were consumed here, the old, weak, sick, women, and children would be left. Although their strength was not inferior to the human army, it was not worth mentioning in the face of the powerful witches' troops.
If this battle was fought well, they might be able to take down Dry Water City as well.
In this way, the witches' troops could no longer be regarded as a lonely army. Instead, they would have a strong fortress and stronghold that could advance and retreat at will. Therefore, the witches' decision after discussion was to bury all the Orc elites here and not allow them to escape back to Dry Water City!
It was precisely because of this decision that although the witches had hoarded a large number of powerful wizard beasts in the rear, they did not put them into the battlefield. Instead, they relied on the low-level corpse tide in front of them to stick to the Orc army and bleed them bit by bit.
As for the plan of the Orc experts in the distance, of course, it had also fallen into the witches' calculations.
A group of Thunder Rocs that were only at grade 2 or 3, how dare they use them as a trump card in such a plane war?
They were simply a group of country bumpkins who had never seen the world!
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