With a pained and resentful roar, the Orc Shaman finally succumbed to Armes and Grimm's pincer attack.
A few Shield Bearers who were already prepared took heavy steps, dragging the Orc Shaman's charred body and the dying Thunder Roc back to the rear of the battlefield.
Grimm and Armes did not hesitate. After communicating with each other, they leapt into the air and pounced on a lone Grade 3 Centaur.
In another corner of the battlefield, Mary and Tigule were stealthily hunting down the Grade 2 Orcs who had fallen into a tight encirclement.
Since the Witches had the upper hand and the main force of the Orcs had been blocked in the sky, there were no powerful elites among the Grade 2 and Grade 3 powerhouses left on the battlefield.
The Witches were skilled in witchcraft, and they had the advantage in numbers. Hence, the tragic scenes of powerful Orcs being besieged could be seen everywhere. As these Orc elites were eliminated one by one, the Orc army that was already on the verge of collapse finally began to crumble.
War had always been this cruel!
If the Orcs' morale was high, even a hundred of them would dare to charge at the corpse tide. But once their morale collapsed, even though the Orc Army still had close to 20,000 soldiers left, they still fled in panic like ducks in a flock of perilous beasts.
The higher-ups of the Witches had already made up their minds to take down Drywater City. How could they let the remaining Orcs retreat so easily? Under the Witch of Death's command, a large number of undead swarmed in the direction of the Orcs' retreat. The Shadow Creatures were even more elusive, constantly ambushing the retreating Orc army from the side.
The Planar Battlefield was a full 110 kilometers away from Drywater City.
Previously, when the Orc army received the Oracle, they had abandoned most of their heavy weapons and rushed to the Witch's Portal. Unfortunately, after eight hours of bloody battle, they had failed!
Even if the Orcs' physique was several times that of humans, they were still tired to the point where their backs were sore and their legs weak. They could barely move.
After the bloody battle, many Orc warriors were already paralyzed with fatigue. Even if the swarm of undead dragged them into the sea of corpses, they were powerless to resist.
Along the way, they were defeated, and along the way, they threw away their helmets and armor …
The Orc Army was defeated miserably. It was simply too horrible to look at!
The Orc commandos, who were trapped in a tight encirclement, suffered an even worse defeat. Although they were not inferior to the Senior Witches in terms of rank, in terms of real combat power, they were far from being a match for witches of the same rank.
After wiping out nearly half of the Orc powerhouses in one go, the several witch leaders discussed and decided that the Death Witch leader, Cthuna, would continue to chase after the remaining Orcs while the Dark Witch leader, Circe, would lead the Shadow Legion to take a shortcut and directly attack Drywater City.
As for the Destiny Witches who were not strong enough, they simply cleaned up the battlefield with the Winter Witches and the Witches of Pain and began to move slowly towards Drywater City with the spoils of war.
After all the witches were teleported away, the portal slowly closed.
By the time all the Orcs and Witches had left the gravel wilderness, there were only scorched bones and large pools of dark blood stains.
…
Dry Water City.
It was the leader of the Stonehammer Tribe, Dawa, who stayed in the city to preside over the defense affairs.
After receiving the Orc God's oracle, Drywater City sent out 50,000 Orc elites one after another to attack the invading witches' portal. Dawa stayed in the city, mobilizing the surrounding forces while paying close attention to the battlefield in the distance.
At around 3 pm, the first batch of retreating Orc troops was discovered by the Harpy patrol team that went out.
In the next 2 hours, Dawa received more terrible news one after another!
The Orc Army was defeated by the Witches who came from across the planes!
The witches were using the horrendous tide of corpses to drive the remnants of the Orcs towards the direction of Drywater City.
What made Dawa even more shocked was that in the other direction, the Wolf Cavalry patrol team and the Harpy sentries sent by Drywater City had all disappeared inexplicably.
According to the Orc military system, all the patrols and sentries were required to pass information to Drywater City every once in a while. Now, Drywater City had lost contact with several sentries outside the city. Even the teams sent to investigate the situation had not returned.
This … was undoubtedly a bad news that couldn't be any worse!
The enemy seemed to want to take advantage of the defeat of the Orc Elite Army to directly take down Drywater City. Although Dawa could see this, he was helpless.
After all, Xardis? Fang took away all the elite troops of Dry Water City. After realizing that the situation was bad, Dawa, the chief of the Stonehammer Tribe, could only issue the highest level of conscription order, mobilizing all the Orcs and affiliated tribes in the city to fill the top of Drywater City.
For a time, the majestic and towering city walls of Drywater City were crowded with people. Teams of Taurens with greenish-black horns on their heads pushed heavy war machines and transported them one by one to the tower in the middle of the city wall.
For a time, the majestic and towering city wall of Drywater City was crowded with people. Teams of Taurens with greenish-black horns on their heads pushed heavy war machines and transported them one by one to the tower in the middle of the city wall.
Perhaps it was because the Orcs were too sturdy and strong that they only liked to take off their clothes and fight with the enemy in the field with big knives. It was this kind of valiance and bravery that allowed the beastmen to become the sole rulers of the Johnson Plane.
But it was also because of this fighting style that they disdained to study war machines and strategies.
If they had an advantageous position on the battlefield, it would not matter.
But now, when the Orcs became the weaker side and needed to defend the city, this inadequacy became extremely glaring and terrifying.
Therefore, when the less than 20,000 Orcs retreated to the outskirts of Drywater City, the desolate and tragic scene shocked everyone who witnessed it. They could not help but swallow their saliva secretly.
On the yellow road less than two miles away from Drywater City, a team of fast-moving ghouls emerged from the tide of undead and quickly caught up with the Orc Army.
The exhausted Orcs could only choose to defend in place, resisting the attack of the undead army while desperately calling for help from the defenders of Drywater City.
Witnessing this scene, a serious internal conflict immediately broke out in Drywater City!
This batch of Orcs was originally the troops of Drywater City, and almost every Orc warrior had relatives and friends who were waiting for their return in the city. Suddenly seeing their relatives suffering from the terrifying attacks of the undead outside the city, the defenders in the city could no longer suppress the madness in their hearts. They rushed to the city gate to open the gate and rescue their relatives.
There was a serious conflict between the defenders at the city gate and the agitated Orcs, which also caused the morale of the defenders to waver.
Although Dava, the supreme commander of the defenders in the city, saw it clearly, he also understood in his heart.
If he refused to send troops to rescue these soldiers, then there would be no need for a battle as the people in the city would collapse. But if he were to send troops to rescue them, the tide of undead that was slowly advancing near the horizon was probably waiting for this moment …
In this dilemma, Dava could only sigh inwardly and order to open the city gate, sending a mixed force of 3,000 to rescue the trapped Orc army.
This order undoubtedly became the reason for the rapid fall of Drywater City!
The main force was the Tauren army of 2,000 people. In addition, there were 300 Wolf Riders, 600 Centaurs, and 100 Eagle Riders.
Outside the city, they were greeted by the Ghouls and Vengeful Spirits that the Witches of Death had carefully prepared.
As soon as the two sides clashed, thousands of Vengeful Spirits swooped down from the sky, laughing sinisterly as they turned invisible and rushed into the mixed force.
Vengeful spirits were special creatures formed by the combination of death resentment and void matter. Most of them did not have a real body, and were almost immune to most physical damage. Their attacks did not have physical effects, and only used their cold resentment to corrode the souls of living beings.
Therefore, their attacks had an extremely strong effect of devouring souls, and could effectively absorb the spiritual vitality and soul energy of the enemy!
On the other hand, there were too few Orcs who could use elemental powers, and normal weapons could not harm the Vengeful Spirits at all. Therefore, amidst the concentrated rain of arrows from the Centaurs and the spears from the Eagle Riders, the translucent Vengeful Spirits withstood the attacks and rushed to the Orcs' sides, stabbing their illusory claws into the Orcs' bodies as if searching for something.
The Centaurs and Taurens who were attacked by the Vengeful Spirits could not harm the Vengeful Spirits at all no matter how they swung their spears and stakes. On the other hand, under the siege of the Vengeful Spirits, their soul energy was rapidly drained, and they almost lost the ability to think and fight. Their bodies stiffened and fell to the ground.
With the Vengeful Spirits entering the fray, the mixed force of Orcs was instantly thrown into chaos.
At that moment, the Ghouls that were following closely behind rushed in from all directions.
The Tauren Warriors with blood-red eyes roared angrily, using their thick and broad hooves to pound the ground loudly. They waved the wooden stakes in their hands, which were as thick as an adult's waist, and smashed the Ghouls that pounced on them into a pile of blood paste.
However, these Ghouls were obviously not afraid of the arrival of death.
Although they were far inferior to the Tauren Warriors in terms of strength and physique, they were much faster than the Tauren Warriors.
The ghouls darted from high to low, weaving between the wooden pillars that were whistling in the wind. From time to time, they would pounce on the bodies of some tauren warriors and claw them, or shoot out tongue arrows from their hideous mouths, leaving bloody holes on the bodies of the tauren warriors.
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