Hank's comprehensive strength rating was A, and his strength had reached A +, but his spirit power was only B. The strength of an intermediate stage of the Demon Emperor was considered quite powerful in this area.
Unlike those "concubines", there was an orc female who was drinking at the lower seat. She had dark skin and many strange tattoos on her body. Her strength was C, Great Demon King, and her spirit power had reached C +. She seemed to be a wizard.
Since Chen Rui had concealed his breath, the orc leader did not bother to look at him. He asked the human merchant directly, "How many people did you bring this time?"
The orc leader's first question did not ask about the goods or the additional payment. This surprised Coragal, but he still answered truthfully, "A total of 53 people, excluding this honorable elf."
"Elf?" Hank immediately turned his gaze to Chen Rui. His eyes seemed to flash with a strange light, "Take off your mask. I want to know if you're an elf!"
"It doesn't matter if I'm an elf or not." Chen Rui could feel the evil intention in Hank's gaze, so he frowned, "I came to the Strong Mammoth Tribe to find a female half-elf. I hope sir leader can provide me with help. I'll pay accordingly."
"A female half-elf?" Hank's eyes lit up, "Is it a girl with glasses and a mask?"
Chen Rui was excited when he heard the word "glasses", "Yes, it should be her!"
"Hahahaha!" Hank laughed wildly, "It's really the blessing of the Orc God! I didn't expect that I didn't catch a half-elf, but another elf came to me! Fifty-three humans and one elf will definitely be rewarded handsomely by the Great Wizard! "
Reward by the great wizard? Now, even the human merchant, Coral, understood that this was a conspiracy! This time, coming to the Plain of Nightmare to trade is probably a real nightmare!
In such a chaotic place, killing for treasures and survival of the fittest were natural to the orcs. Merchant caravans were often the target of robbery. However, generally speaking, for the sake of long-term benefits and livelihood, the more powerful orc tribes would not attack merchant caravans with a fixed trading relationship. No one knew why the Strong Mammoth Tribe suddenly turned against them.
Hank's laughter seemed to be a signal to start the battle. The angry shouts of the mercenaries, Bai Feng's hisses, and the roars of the orcs could be heard from outside the tent.
Hank revealed a ferocious smile and slowly stood up from the leather chair. The female orcs tactfully retreated to the back while the wizard who was drinking stood up as well.
The human merchant's nerves immediately tightened. Suddenly, he felt his vision blur, and he was already outside the tent. He did not know when the hand that was holding his arm had loosened. It was the hand of the elf.
Outside the tent, the caravan's members and mercenaries were surrounded by the orcs. Kolaxa's heart sank. The situation was much worse than when they encountered the Wind Wolves. He only had 50 people on his side, and only 30 of them could fight. They had no chance of winning in the orc tribe's headquarters.
Their only hope was this mysterious' elf '. However, no matter how powerful this' elf 'was, she couldn't possibly go against so many orcs. Moreover, there was also a powerful orc like Hank and that mysterious witch. She would be lucky if she could escape on her own.
Around Bai Feng, a few orcs were lying on the ground with sparks on their bodies. Most of them were covering their eyes in discomfort. The orcs' attack just now was very sudden. Fortunately, the vigilant Bai Feng showed his might in time, and the human mercenaries finally reacted in time. They barely managed to get into a defensive formation.
However, a few elite leader orcs were already closing in on Bai Feng. Two of them had the strength of a Great Demon King. The unicorn felt threatened, and its mane stood up.
Chen Rui threw Coradia toward the mercenaries, and his figure instantly appeared in front of Bai Feng. With a wave of his hand, a large group of orcs that surrounded him suddenly felt their bodies become several times heavier. Their movements paused, and they fell to the ground almost uniformly. They couldn't move for a while.
"[Gravity]!"
The female wizard exclaimed. The subtle control of this [Gravity] was unimaginable. The humans and unicorns who were also within the magic range were not affected at all. It seemed that this "elf" was a powerful magician.
The female sorcerer let out a sharp voice with a strange rhythm. It sounded like she was howling, but also like she was singing. The orcs within the range of [Gravity] suddenly glowed red. Their eyes were filled with madness, and their strength suddenly increased.
This was the "Berserk War Howl" commonly used by the orc wizards. It allowed the orcs to enter a berserk state for a short period of time and unleash extraordinary power.
Under the effect of "Berserk War Howl", a few powerful orcs actually stood up shakily with the help of [Gravity]. However, after a few steps, they finally couldn't support themselves and fell to the ground again.
Although Chen Rui was illiterate in magic, the [Gravity] bestowed by the Earth Elemental King with [Blessing of Elements] was no small matter. Moreover, it was cast with S + + spirit power. Even if he could only unleash the smallest power, it was not something that could be eliminated by a mere [Berserk War Howl].
Orcs were least afraid of close combat, but they were extremely afraid of magicians. The magic power displayed by the "elf" made Hank feel like he was facing a formidable enemy. He growled, and his right hand quickly swelled and mutated, becoming twice as thick as his left hand. The bulging muscles were dark red, and there were sharp claws on his palm. He looked like a real beast.
The female wizard also changed her tactics. A strange stone pillar appeared in her hand. It was about two meters high and engraved with a strange totem. The female wizard quickly chanted, and the totem on the pillar and the tattoo on her body began to glow at the same time. A purple halo appeared on the ground – the unique totem power of orc wizards!
Within the halo, there were some purple patterns on all the orcs' bodies. These additional patterns could greatly enhance the orcs' magic resistance for a certain period of time. Of course, the main beneficiary was Hank.
The female wizard's totem power made up for the orcs' weakness in magic resistance. Hank's confidence was boosted instantly. He roared loudly, and an unparalleled aura emerged from his body. He had already rushed towards the "elf magician". The "elf magician"'s [Gravity] effect was about to end. Seeing that Hank was rushing towards him, he seemed to be overwhelmed by the aura and couldn't cast the next spell in time. He could only watch as the orc rushed towards him.
Hank's mutated right arm exploded with amazing power. His claws glowed with a metallic light as he swept towards the opponent like lightning. With such an effective attack range, he had absolute confidence that he could tear this weak "elf magician" into pieces within three seconds.
Just as the gigantic arm was about to touch the "elf magician", the orcs felt their vision blur. Hank 'carried' the "elf magician" into the air. The orcs cheered as they thought their leader was showing his might.
The figure that rushed into the air fell to the ground at an even faster and more powerful speed, leaving a large crater full of cracks in the open space in front of the camp. It was as if some kind of meteorite had fallen, and the impact force field caused the big tent and the surrounding tents to be overturned.
Hank fell in the middle of the crater, which was obviously created by the orc leader's back. The orcs' cheers stopped abruptly.
He slowly withdrew his hand from the orc leader's face. The elven sorcerer, who was holding Hank's face down in mid-air, landed beside the orc leader in a flash. He flicked the dust off his cloak as though he was just casually walking away from the orc leader.
Hank fell to the ground. He felt like all the muscles in his body were shredded. The bones in his mutated right arm that he was so proud of were crushed. The excruciating pain was so intense that he almost lost consciousness.
As a matter of fact, the fear in the orc leader's heart was greater than the pain in his body. How was this a magician? He was obviously a terrifying powerhouse in close-range combat with terrifying strength. A simple strike was all it took to shatter the orc leader's resistance!
All the orcs quietened down, but they did not run away. Instead, after a short pause, they fought to be the first to charge at Hank. Putting everything else aside, the relatively simple-minded orcs were indeed remarkable in terms of bravery and bloodthirstiness.
The female warlock's voice was heard just in time. A warlock's position in the tribe was only second to the chief. After her loud shout, the chaotic orcs finally stopped their charge.
The warlocks in a tribe were usually the smartest thinkers. The female warlock knew Hank's strength very well. Since he could defeat the strongest Hank so easily, it would not be difficult for him to destroy the entire Magnificent Mammoth Tribe. In the face of such an absolute difference in strength, it did not matter how many people there were. Once the elf was enraged, all the orcs in the tribe would face annihilation.
Just as the female warlock shouted at the orcs to stop, she suddenly became alarmed. The mysterious and terrifying masked man appeared in front of her in an instant, and a terrifying spiritual pressure shrouded her.
"What's going on? Where's that half-elf? "
"I don't know …" The female warlock had only said a few words when she met that gaze. She immediately shivered and felt her soul tremble involuntarily. For a moment, she could not think of refusing or lying.
"Tell me everything you know. Otherwise, you know what the consequences will be. You only have one chance."
The other party's eerie voice made the female warlock's heart clench, and she spoke with a trembling voice.
About two months ago, the Great Warlock of the Swamp of Misfortune, Dragon Metier, had sent people to various tribes to offer a reward for the capture of a half-elf female. She was a masked woman who wore glasses and a mask. She also requested the tribes to capture any humans who came to the Plain of Nightmares and send them to the Swamp of Misfortune.
The reward this time was very generous, so the orcs set out to search for the half-elf's whereabouts. Just five days ago, Hank and the female warlock received news that the half-elf had fallen into the hands of the strongest tribe, the Thunderstorm Tribe.
Blanche had been captured! Chen Rui's heart trembled, and he released the power of the Evil Eye. The female warlock felt the world spin, and her legs gave way. She collapsed to the ground, her clothes drenched in sweat. She did not dare to look at the mask.
The Thunderstorm Tribe! The Swamp of Misfortune!
Chen Rui clenched his fists. Blanche, you must hold on!
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