Chapter 85
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Intense explosions were happening all around them.
The strong shockwave escaped the senses of the Orc Warlock. He did not expect that the arrogant human in front of him would stab him in the back.
Of course, he did not expect that it was a System Elf who did it on his own.
Therefore, when he felt a sharp sword avoid his left shoulder and stab into his heart, his face was full of disbelief!
"You …" He wanted to scold, but the System Elf was afraid that he would not die. It twisted the sword around his heart a few times, almost cutting him into minced meat …
Everything was covered up by the explosion, and no one knew about it.
The Orcs who had retreated a long time ago looked at the Warlock on their side with anticipation. However, they soon realized that something was wrong.
The menacing Shadow Arrow lost its aim halfway through its flight. It tilted to one side and shot into the mountain, dyeing a large area of the mountain black. However, the mysterious human's fireballs bombarded Balsa's body one after another.
After about one-third of the fireballs were used up, Balsa's defense began to fade.
After two-thirds of the fireballs, the magic on the surface of Balsa's body had completely dissipated. However, the high-purity magic that flowed in his body was still resisting the low-purity magic from the Flame Blast.
To the Orc Warriors, it was a completely different matter. This human was so cruel! He could have killed Balsa with a powerful fireball, but he had to create more than a hundred fireballs and throw them at him one by one.
This was clearly torture!
After the last fireball was thrown at Balsa, the Orc Warlock, who was full of unwillingness and was burnt black, finally breathed his last.
In order to cover up what it had done, the System Elf obediently snatched Balsa's magic staff with the [Magician's Hand] before the flames completely engulfed Balsa.
Duque, who had regained his senses, realized that his System Elf had given him the magic staff as a trophy as if it was a treasure. Duque was stunned at first, then he laughed hysterically.
The arrogant laughter stimulated the Orcs' nerves again.
They did not understand the battle of magic spells.
However, they knew that the other party had played the trick of killing the general and capturing the flag.
It was also this black-robed human who had destroyed their dream of killing the big shots on the human side. Unknowingly, these brave Orc Warriors were … afraid!
"Hahaha! Who else? Who else!? " Duque seemed to be affected by the aftermath of [Pride] as he waved the Orc Warlock's Skeletal Staff in an extremely arrogant manner.
Looking at the tens of thousands of Orcs hesitating to advance, Duque laughed maniacally. He raised his black cloak with one hand and turned around to enter the fortress.
A minute passed.
Five minutes passed.
Ten minutes passed.
Not a single chief or orc dared to take a step forward to check if Duque had left.
Suddenly, a huge and ferocious figure rushed out from the back of the Orc army. Like a bird startled by a ferocious beast, the Orcs scattered in all directions.
"What are you doing? My order is for you to attack! Attack! Attack again! Annihilate all human warriors in sight! What are you guys daydreaming about? Had they killed all the humans? Where is the human chieftain's head? "
It was the tribe's chief in name — Blackhand, the Destroyer!
"No, we … that …" Black Hand finally understood what had happened from the little tribal chief's intermittent narration.
"What!? You bunch of trash that tarnished the tribe's honor! " Without giving the little tribal chief a chance to explain himself, the huge war hammer drew a terrifying arc in the air and smashed into the little tribal chief's head with an indescribable force.
The upper half of the Orc chief's body was smashed into minced meat.
Waving the bloodied war hammer, Black Hand pointed angrily at the top of the mountain. "The great tribe does not need cowardly Orcs — go after them!"
Driven by the chief's anger, the once stagnant green torrent began to surge once again. The Orcs almost destroyed all the human buildings they could see. After passing through the fortress at the top of the mountain, they arrived at the back of the mountain. The Orcs saw the human army's tail.
They were moving at a slow speed into the forest at the foot of the mountain.
Starting from the forest, that was the boundary of the Elven Forest.
"Chase!"
Behind them was the chief. Firstly, the Orcs had lost their path of retreat. Secondly, they were ashamed of their cowardice just now. They roared angrily and waved their battle axes and war hammers as they poured down from the mountain.
The Orcs' strange movements naturally alarmed Lothar, who was at the back. He and General Seamus, who had just regrouped, looked at each other and saw the seriousness in each other's eyes.
Seamus said, "What a terrifying Lord. Not only is he extremely powerful, but he also knows the movement patterns of those green-skinned monsters so well."
Lothar was about to say something when he suddenly saw a cavalry rushing towards him. Lothar could tell that it was a noble's cavalry, and the leader was Duke Bolvar Fordragon.
"Oh — Thoradin The Great above, Lothar! You've survived! " Bolvar did not hide his ecstasy. He reined in the horse that was panting heavily and jumped down to give Lothar a big hug. The sound of two real men's armor clashing was so pleasant to the ear.
"I thought I was going to die too." Lothar was also very moved to see Bolvar risking his life to help. As the highest commander of the retreating army and a duke of high status, Bolvar could have just left or sent his subordinates to receive him. But Bolvar had come, and he'd gathered all the private cavalry of the nobles.
Looking around at the rather pitiful Gryphon Legion soldiers, Bolvar's eyes grew moist.
"You've done very well." Bolvar turned his gaze to the torrent pouring down from the mountain. "You guys retreat first. I'll help you launch a counterattack before they descend the mountain and enter the forest."
It was not a good idea to charge towards the high ground on horseback.
Under normal circumstances, this would be the only way to protect the Gryphon Legion.
Seamus spoke at this moment. He pointed at the black dot floating down the mountain before the green flood, "It seems that there's no need for that. That Lord is here."
Bolvar noticed that Lothar had a clear expression of relief on his face.
"Which Lord?"
Lothar sighed, "He called himself the 'Hundred-Handed Reaper Huo Jia' in the mage's message. He's the teacher of that Duke Marcus."
Seamus added, "A very powerful high-ranked mage."
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