Grey Stone was a valiant orc warrior.
As one of the few Black Iron-ranked warriors in the Grotto Tribe, he was not only known as a powerful orc warrior, but also had his own independent team.
He was already fifty years old this year and had rich battle experience. The number of enemies he had killed was uncountable.
He had even successfully hunted many elves.
As for the elves, in his own words, they were a group of naive, pitiful and pathetic goods!
In his memory, he had participated in more than one pursuit and hunt of the elves.
However, this was the first time he had been attacked by elves.
What was even more unbelievable was that this time, it was the elves who had launched an attack on their tribe!
This … was simply ridiculous!
Just based on their numbers and battle strength?
A thousand years ago, the elves were like a group of toothless tigers, no … rabbits!
Rabbits actually wanted to attack falcons?
Grey Stone thought the elves must have gone crazy.
Even if there was a Black Dragon attacking with them!
Perhaps … the Black Dragon was holding the elves hostage? Taking them in as dependents? Forcing them to do so?
Grey Stone even had such a thought.
The chief priest's expression as if he was facing a great enemy also puzzled him.
The chief priest didn't even let them leave alive!
These were elves. Even if they caught one, even if it was a male, they could exchange it for a cart of food!
In fact, in order to prevent the orcs from panicking, Ju Shan hadn't revealed the matter of the Elven Forest. So until now, the ordinary orcs still didn't know what was going on.
Not only that, Ju Shan didn't even dare to tell the warriors that these elves could be resurrected …
Because facing an enemy that could be resurrected, even the strongest warrior would feel a trace of fear.
However, as qualified warriors with limited brain capacity, they didn't need to know why. They only needed to obey orders.
Hence, under the chief priest's command, Grey Stone brought his own team and joined the army, charging towards the elves on the hillside!
He was getting closer and closer.
What surprised Grey Stone was that the elves didn't seem to be afraid when they saw the orcs rushing towards them like a flood.
On the contrary, he saw the elves' excited expressions from afar.
Gray Stone couldn't be more familiar with that expression!
Every time he finished a hunt, he would excitedly wrestle with the other warriors in the tribe, gamble money, and drink as punishment. That was the expression on his face!
It was the excitement and anticipation of being immersed in entertainment.
How … could this be?
Could it be that he was mistaken?
Before he could think of anything, numerous beautiful magic spells came crashing down on them from all directions!
So many spells!
Since when did the elves have so many offensive Mages?
Gray Stone's pupils shrank.
Elves were naturally magical creatures.
Even Elven Warriors had a certain amount of magic power and could learn one or two cantrips.
However, as a race that loved peace, the elves rarely learned magic that had strong offensive capabilities.
However, the magic radiance that had just risen was all offensive magic!
Not only that, they were all first-circle spells with the most explosive power!
When did the elves become so radical?
Gray Stone's expression changed, and he immediately raised his shield.
Priest Da Ren has cast a defensive spell on the shield, which can weaken the magic damage to a certain extent.
The magic arrived in a flash, and the surroundings were immediately filled with violent explosions and screams.
In an instant, several orc warriors fell to the ground, heavily injured.
However, their positions were quickly filled by the orcs behind them.
Gray Stone's luck wasn't bad, he was only scratched a few times by the wind blades.
He licked the blood on his arm, his eyes red, and ordered:
"Spread out!"
If the formation was too concentrated, it would be too easy for the magic to focus fire.
After the order was given, the orcs at the front immediately spread out and charged at the elves!
At the same time, the elven warriors at the front let out an angry roar and got into a charging posture.
Charging from the bottom to the top, they were at a disadvantage.
However, it was different if they charged from the top.
With their majestic bodies, charging should have been the orcs' killing move.
However, the terrain greatly reduced their strength.
Even so, they didn't care about the thin and weak elves.
The two sides collided and immediately fell into a chaotic battle.
As soon as the battle started, Gray Stone noticed that something was wrong with the elves.
As a long-lived species with a small population and low reproductive ability, the elves had always been cautious and conservative in battle.
However, the attacks of these sprites were bold and unrestrained, and their style was rough!
For a moment, Gray Stone even suspected that they were a group of orcs in elven skin!
Although they would also pay attention to defense, they were more inclined to attack.
Not only that, they were incomparably crazy when fighting, as if they had been injected with chicken blood. They roared and slashed wildly, all kinds of skills were thrown without any regard for their lives, as if they didn't care about their rapidly decreasing magic power and stamina.
Even if they were injured, they didn't care.
Even with the Druids at the back healing them, their injuries were rapidly worsening.
If there was a word to describe it, it would be —
"Lunatics!"
Gray Stone looked at these elves and subconsciously said.
These elves were very weak and had no experience in fighting for a long time.
They didn't know how to advance or retreat, they only knew how to attack crazily, like a group of berserkers.
Was this still a group of elegant elves?
This kind of fighting style might be fast and fierce at the beginning, but soon they would completely exhaust their stamina and become targets for slaughter.
At this moment, relying on his rich combat experience, Gray Stone had already sentenced these elves to death in his heart.
This kind of stupid fighting style that didn't know how to conserve stamina, no matter how many people came, they would be sending themselves to death!
In fact, it wasn't that the players didn't want to fight dirty.
But as the defensive side, behind them was the teleportation portal, and there was no way to retreat.
Facing the powerful orcs, they could only fight with all their might to gain an advantage.
And due to the limitations of the terrain, the players couldn't completely spread out their team.
However, if the players couldn't spread out their team, the orcs, who had a large number of orcs, couldn't either.
Actually, only a portion of the players were fighting, and most of them were at the back, waiting for those in front to fall before filling in.
Of course, it was because of the madness of the players that they actually stopped the orcs for a while.
Gray Stone snorted coldly, and with a backhand, he slashed an elven warrior in the front row to the ground and shouted,
"Charge! They have few people, they won't last long! "
And just as he gave the order, a shocking scene appeared.
He saw the elven warriors in the front row suddenly give up their position, and dozens of elves wearing only underpants rushed out from behind them.
They looked ferocious and excited, and shouted as they charged towards the orcs.
These guys ….. What are they doing?
Are they going to die?
Looking at these crazy elves, Gray Stone was confused.
He stabbed one of the elves that rushed towards him, and slashed him to the ground.
But, not all orcs were as powerful as Gray Stone, who could kill his opponent in seconds.
Many elves wearing underpants and running naked directly rushed in front of the weaker orcs, and hugged them tightly.
But because they didn't have weapons, they were immediately heavily injured by the angry orcs, and blood flowed out.
But even so, they still didn't let go, and held on tightly to the orcs.
Not only that, their expressions didn't show any pain, nor did they show any fear of death, but they were full of joy.
"These guys ….. Are they crazy?!"
Gray Stone opened his eyes wide in disbelief, he looked at the elves who were hugging the orcs, and subconsciously shivered.
Before he could think of anything else, an even more unbelievable scene appeared before him.
He saw the elves coughing blood, and excitedly shouted,
"Fire at me!"
Fire ….. Fire?
Gray Stone stared blankly.
Then, he saw the radiance of magic rising from behind the elves, turning into control magic, and firmly controlling the elves and orcs who weren't wearing any equipment.
Then, another wave of powerful attack magic, accompanied by arrows that were enchanted with skills, were aimed at the elves and orcs, and they were instantly drowned out!
In an instant, more than ten elves and orcs were torn apart by magic, or shot into hedgehogs …..
Gray Stone opened his mouth wide, and looked at all this in shock:
"Crazy ….. They're crazy!"
What kind of tactic was this? Suicide? Trade lives?
Were these elves really crazy?!
To tell the truth, even if he looked down on the elves' battle strength, Gray Stone still had some respect for the elves, who were once a silver race, and especially a rare long-lived race.
An elf's life, and an orc's life …..
Not to mention the elves, even if he saw it, he would feel that the elves' lives were more precious than the orcs'!
In the slave trade black market, ten orc slaves couldn't even be exchanged for one elf!
But ….. What was the situation with these elves?
Did they really not want to live?
Didn't they cherish life the most, and love peace the most?
Just to kill an orc? Use their lives to trade?
This ….. How much hatred did they have?
How many of them were left?
How many of them were willing to die like this?
Were they ….. crazy?!
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