A chill ran down Lydia's spine. She knew very well that the remaining elves and the dryads who had lost their powerful long-range support would not be able to stop the orcs. It was only a matter of time before they were defeated. If they couldn't fight their way out, the orcs behind them would take over the camp and surround them. Not a single elf would be able to escape.
Shrill horns sounded from the front. Dozens of orc warriors riding on gale wolves appeared on the flanks. They were not in a hurry to attack. When the elves desperately tried to push forward and kill their way out, the orc warriors ruthlessly stabbed their swords from the sides and completely tore apart the elves' battle formation.
Lydia knew what the orcs were trying to do, but she had no choice but to move forward. To her, time meant the lives of countless elves!
The other elves couldn't help but slow down their silver pegasi. Lydia was the only one who dashed out of the elven formation. She shot forward like a bolt of lightning with her longbow fully drawn. When she was less than 500 meters away from the hill giants, she finally released a dark red arrow.
Following an intense magical fluctuation, a spark lit up on the rapidly flying arrow. Soon after, it turned into a small fire dragon that was twenty meters long. It roared, bared its fangs, and pounced towards the group of Mountain Giants.
The Hill Giants were stunned when they saw that the elves could use magic. Then, a Hill Giant swung his heavy flail and rushed down from the top of the mountain. The flail swung from bottom to top, smashing towards the fire dragon that was much larger than him.
With a loud boom, the fire dragon exploded. Countless tongues of fire swept out in all directions, instantly engulfing the Hill Giant's body. The withered grass, tree trunks, and shrubs within a radius of dozens of meters were all set ablaze by the tongues of fire. A powerful shockwave surged up the hillside. The dozen or so Hill Giants on the hillside seemed to have been hit by an unknown force. One by one, they were sent flying and fell in all directions. However, their injuries were not serious, and they quickly got up.
The elven warriors followed Lydia and rushed forward. Countless arrows were shot out from the ground like birds flying into the forest. All of them were focused on the hill giants.
There was a loophole in the orc army's formation. They thought that the elves would definitely fight to the death against their attacks. If they couldn't hold on, they would order their army to retreat. Therefore, they placed the Mountain Giants and Wolf Riders on the second line of defense. They were responsible for killing the strong elves and the small elven army. Then, they placed the normal orc warriors on the third line of defense to surround and annihilate the remaining elves.
Forza knew that after this battle, the orcs and elves would become mortal enemies. If he let a large number of elves escape, he would face a long period of revenge. The elves were very persistent in this regard. Therefore, his goal was very clear. He couldn't let a single one of them go!
However, Lydia didn't want to resist the sudden attack of the orcs at all. She just wanted to preserve her strength. The strength of Wild Willow City was not weak. Plus, there were dozens of chieftains who couldn't return to their tribes. The hill giants and the wolf riders were facing the most powerful elven army. There were hundreds of ranger-level archers and even a dozen god-level archers. The orcs who felt that victory was in sight might be qualified to look down on the elves, but they couldn't underestimate the elves' all-out attack.
The hill giants retreated as if they had been electrocuted in the rain of arrows. Tens of thousands of elves released their attacks one after another. The arrows were so dense that any parrying or dodging became meaningless. Many hill giants hurriedly raised rocks to block in front of them, but they couldn't block the arrows below. The archers' combat skill was to use the strong tension of the bow to send the arrows far away. It could be said that each arrow contained a lot of power. When hundreds of arrows hit the same rock, the hill giants couldn't control their bodies and staggered back. Not to mention, for the ranger-level elves, the rocks weren't that hard. The arrows they shot could easily pierce the rocks and even penetrate the rocks, causing damage to the hill giants. If there was another round of arrows, the rocks would collapse.
There were over a hundred Hill Giants on both sides of the mountains, but after the first wave of attacks from the elves, more than thirty Hill Giants were lying in pools of blood. Some of them were wailing in pain, while others had already stopped breathing. The remaining Hill Giants saw that the situation was not good, so they immediately covered their heads and ran desperately to the back of the mountain.
Lydia didn't have time to chase after the hill giants. The ominous feeling in her heart was getting stronger and stronger. She sent out two silver pegasus companies to protect the flanks to contain the wolf Knight on both sides. She commanded the army to quickly pass through the hills and continue moving forward.
After another ten miles or so, Lydia saw a dark mass of figures in front of her. She roughly estimated that there were about sixty to seventy thousand of them. Countless orcs were running quickly towards the elves. Obviously, the orcs had received the warning and adjusted their deployment. The orc warriors were well-equipped. Almost every orc was holding a steel weapon, and some even had a shield. Lydia felt a bitter taste in her mouth when she saw this scene. This was because the equipment was given to the orcs by the elves. When Han Jin went to the Buried City, he didn't empty the armory of the Beitman cities. There was no need to. The elves had occupied the entire Beitman and naturally obtained all the equipment. However, they didn't have much use for them, so they gave them all to the orcs. Today, they finally tasted the consequences of nurturing a tiger.
What made Lydia's heart turn cold was that with her excellent eyesight, she could clearly see that behind the orc army, there was a group of orc warriors riding on mammoths. Behind them were two Behemoths that were dozens of meters tall. Even if Gao Bin was here, with the combined strength of the two of them, it would be difficult to protect the other elves from the charge of the Behemoths!
Lydia wasn't the only one who saw it. Almost all the elves in the front row could see the huge figure in the distance. An invisible wave spread among the elves. Many of them raised their heads and looked blankly at the sky. They hoped to see the figure of the dragon. Unfortunately, all they saw was the darkness that was getting darker and darker.
"Wait!" Julia rushed over from the rear. She and Constance had been moving with the army. Lydia already understood Han Jin's intention, so of course she had to protect them.
"Hmm?" Lydia turned around. Her eyes were cold because she had made the decision to stake everything on this one throw.
"Raphael will come to help us!" Julia said urgently.
"What? Raphael will come? "
"Of course!" Julia said in a firm tone. "When we were attacked by the orcs, I had already sent out a magic signal!"
Lydia's eyes were complicated, but this was not the time for her to think. The wolf Knights on both sides were slowly approaching, wandering outside the elves' shooting range. It was obvious that they were looking for an opportunity. The orc warriors at the front raised their shields and swung their longswords. They surged forward like a tidal wave, allowing the orcs to close in. The elves who were not good at fighting were about to be slaughtered!
The elves at the front drew their longbows and shot arrows at the incoming orcs. The elves at the back pointed their arrows at the sky and launched projectiles. However, the orcs were not afraid at all. They raised their shields high and shouted crazily. The speed of their charge became faster and faster. There were orcs who were shot and fell to the ground, but the other orcs did not even bother to look at them. They were trading their lives for distance.
If it was in the past, this volley of arrows would have been able to inflict heavy casualties on the poorly equipped beastmen. But now, only high-grade archers could easily kill the enemy. Most of the elves' lethality had been severely weakened.
Fire dragons flew out from the elves' formation one after another, roaring as they shot at the orc warriors. Every time they exploded, hundreds of orcs around them would be turned into ashes. The powerful shockwaves that followed would sweep away the surviving orcs and orcs on the outside.
The other great elves also unleashed their full power. Some arrows suddenly turned into hundreds of afterimages when they got close to their targets, turning a dozen or so orc warriors into honeycombs. Some arrows that hit their targets turned into countless vines and roots that wrapped around the orc warriors tightly. Those were Julia's Dryad Arrows. Some of the arrows had infinite penetrative power and could easily penetrate shields. Some of the arrows even pierced through a dozen orc warriors in one go before they ran out of energy.
The hundreds of ranger archers were the real main force. They were the only ones who could deal effective damage to the orc warriors. But compared to the tens of thousands of orc warriors, they were still too weak. The distance between the two sides was getting closer and closer. Five hundred meters, four hundred meters, three hundred meters … Finally, the elves at the front could clearly see the ferocious and violent expressions on the orcs' faces.
Beads of sweat appeared on Lydia's forehead and nose. Her mana wasn't limitless. Was there really no way to save them?!
Lydia's hand slowly reached for a small quiver that hadn't been used for more than ten years. At this moment, a gray figure shot into the sky from the Orc formation like a firework. Then, a loud roar echoed in the ears of every living being. "Hah!!!"
Countless white lights were flung out from the figure. Every time a white light landed on the ground, it would turn into a three to four-meter tall giant. The giant swung its rough but powerful arms and smashed the orc warriors in front of it. In an instant, more than six hundred giants appeared on the battlefield. They lined up in a green battle line and forcefully stopped the orc warriors from attacking.
The orc warriors weren't afraid of any challenge. They swung their longswords wildly and attacked the strange giants. Compared to the orc warriors, the giants' movements were sluggish and slow. They didn't know how to block or dodge the enemy's attacks. In other words, they didn't care about those kinds of attacks.
The longswords left deep and shallow wounds on the giants' bodies. Some of the longswords were even stuck in their bodies. No matter how hard the orc warriors tried, they couldn't pull them out. But that didn't affect their fighting strength. Instead, they could smash the orc warriors into a bloody mess with a backhand punch.
At most, the orc warriors didn't care about their lives, but the giants didn't care about 'life' at all. Their fighting style was very simple and very wild. They pounced, smashed, and swept. That was all. However, they were like reefs that stood tall in the middle of a tsunami. They fought tirelessly and persisted.
She suddenly felt relieved from the heaviness of death. This drastic change in emotions made Lydia want to cry. Her fingers trembled slightly. She let go of the quiver and pulled the bowstring. In a tearing sound, the head of an orc warrior that forced its way through the gap between the giants flew into the air. The headless body swayed a few times before it fell to the ground.
The Wooden Army Commander's Charm released by Han Jin was worthless to the truly powerful. Even a small fireball released by a magician's apprentice could cause damage to the wooden soldiers, but to the orc warriors who were wielding their weapons, the wooden soldiers were powerful existences. Even if they lay still and allowed the orc warriors to chop off their legs or arms, it would still take at least ten minutes for the orc warriors to chop off their legs or arms, but they would still be able to continue fighting!
The wooden talismans were a derivative of the Dryads. Their attack power was far weaker than the Dryads, but their defense was on par with the Dryads. Plus, the elves didn't expect the giants to defeat the enemy. They just needed time to unleash their attacks.
Han Jin's body fell down. A fist force formed entirely by his Divine Will struck down like a thunderbolt. With a loud explosion, dozens of orc warriors were crushed into a pile of mud. Even their longswords and shields were twisted beyond recognition. A large crater was created in the ground. The orc warriors nearby felt the ground tremble violently. They couldn't control their bodies and fell to the ground. In the next moment, Han Jin's body disappeared into the crater.
The orc warriors riding on the mammoths were horrified. They looked around for traces of Han Jin. The orc leader suddenly turned his gaze to the left. He didn't know when Han Jin had appeared there. He was casually holding a flaming longsword in his right hand. The tip of the sword was also casually dragged on the ground. With each step Han Jin took, the sword kept colliding with the ground, making crisp sounds.
"Fire Dragon Sword?!" The orc leader took a deep breath and asked word by word, "You are Raphael?!"
Han Jin didn't answer, but slowly walked forward step by step. He turned a blind eye to the two Behemoths, who were baring their fangs at him. In the orc's battle system, the Behemoth Beasts were the trump card. When the Behemoth Beasts launched a group attack, they could easily decide the outcome of a battle. But everything in the world had a counter to each other. Was it worth it for him to care about an enemy that he could defeat with just a little Three True Fire? On the contrary, if there were hundreds of Thunderbirds wandering around, he wouldn't be able to maintain his current relaxed attitude.
"Why?" The orc leader asked coldly.
Han Jin smiled. He couldn't understand why the orc in front of him would ask such a question. Looking at the history of the orcs, it was full of barbarism, blood, and slaughter. They never created anything. They only used direct violence to take the achievements and resources of other races for themselves. They would wait until they had used up all that they had plundered before they went back to plunder again. Why? When they raised their butcher's knife, they never asked themselves why they were doing it. When they felt threatened, they felt that it was unfair. They had to ask why. And this made Han Jin's killing intent even more intense.
"Because you all deserve to die," Han Jin said calmly.
"I think … we have a common enemy!" The orc leader took a deep breath again. "You should attack those elves."
"And then?" Han Jin smiled.
"And then …" The orc leader was at a loss for words. He knew what Han Jin meant. "And then we can coexist peacefully. Wild Willow City and the Beitman will belong to us. As for the rest, we can leave them to you."
"Interesting, very interesting … When have you ever coexisted peacefully with humans?"
"We …" That beastman paused for a moment before revealing an angry expression. He coldly said, "Raphael, don't think that the beastman race is afraid of you. It's only because you inexplicably attacked us that we feel regretful."
"I don't feel regretful, not at all." Han Jin waved his Fire Dragon Sword, his eyes full of mockery. "And I'm going to propose to Yalina."
"What?" The orc leader didn't understand. What did proposing to Yalina have to do with Han Jin's deliberate provocation?
"Kill all of you. This is the best gift I can give to Grand Duke Solomon."
"In your dreams!" The orc leader shouted angrily.
The two Behemoths had been waiting impatiently for a long time. They rushed towards Han Jin from both sides. Han Jin was more than 50 meters away from them. For them, this was only a matter of two steps. Then, they waved their sharp claws and clawed at Han Jin from above.
Han Jin's body flashed and disappeared from where he was. When he appeared 100 meters away, he quietly stared at the two Behemoths. His eyes were even more cynical than before.
What Solomon had taught him was not only the techniques of using his spiritual force to launch attacks, but also various methods of refining his spiritual force. In the past, Han Jin could only slowly cultivate his spiritual force by meditating, concentrating, and concealing his spirit. But now, there was another way. The advantages of a stronger spiritual force were self-evident. At least, he could now release the Ground Shrinking Spell very quickly. He could even release the Ground Shrinking Spell after he had done something.
The two Behemoths looked around blankly and quickly found Han Jin's position. They rushed towards Han Jin one after another.
Han Jin's body flashed and disappeared again. Then, he appeared in the distance with a leisurely look. This was no longer a battle, but a game. Even if there were thousands of Behemoths here, as long as he had enough time, he could still kill all of them, let alone two Behemoths!
"Fire … that fire …" The orc leader let out a panicked cry.
On the feet of the two Behemoths, there were a few flames burning quietly. However, the Behemoths, with their thick skin and thick flesh, didn't feel any pain. They didn't think that the star-like flames could cause any harm, but the orc leader knew. (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please go to www.qidian.com, there are more chapters. Support the author, support the original reading!)
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