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Laing gave up on unsheathing his sword.
He could sense a powerful Mana gathering at the Merchant Band's camp.
The sorceress made her move.
After a long period of preparation, the sorceress finally gathered enough Mana. Unlike the blue Ice Mana, Teresa's Mana glowed with a dazzling reddish-gold color.
"Psychic Fury!"
The mountains shook, and the forest shuddered.
This was Councilor Garan's most powerful spell, the Level 7 Psychic Mana Spell, Psychic Fury.
A fear that came from the depths of their souls pierced through the minds of the survivors of the Merchant Band like needles.
Numerous light arcs surrounded Theresa's beautiful figure and swept the entire forest with her as the center. The golden-red ripples swept the forest and land, and all the torches were extinguished. The Orcs who rushed into the campsite hugged their heads and squatted down in pain. The golden-red lightning in their sea of consciousness burned their souls. Many Horned Beasts threw their weapons to the ground in agony. The weaker Horned Beasts, Chaos Warhounds, and Razorbeasts lost their ability to resist. Their fragile heads exploded like balloons, and blood splattered everywhere.
The Merchant Band members were severely affected. The weaker mercenaries hugged their heads and wailed in agony. Only a few elite mercenaries were able to withstand the mental impact. Roste, Ike, and the rest hugged their heads and killed the defenseless Orcs in the camp.
"Quick! My Mana can't last long! " Teresa's face was pale. She shouted at Laing and urged the mercenaries and guards, "Quick, move faster!"
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This roar seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts. The caravan members who were originally planning to give chase felt a deep sense of fear. A bone-chilling feeling ran through their bodies. They couldn't help but slow down their pace, afraid to move forward. It was as if there was a terrifying existence in the depths of the forest.
"Ah?!" Astaire took a closer look and shouted with a trembling voice, "What is that?"
"What's that?" Roste clutched his ribs. It was pitch black, and he couldn't see anything.
"That's the Druid's head. The Tree Planter is dead. His skin was made into a flag and his head became a trophy!" The half-elf had night vision, but he would rather not have this ability right now.
That terrifying scene caused his already exhausted body to lose the will to chase after the enemy.
The Orcs who weren't dead but were still in a daze became alert. They threw down their weapons and struggled to escape into the forest. The sound faded into the distance. Just as the sound disappeared into the distance, Ryan felt a filthy and chaotic gaze sweeping past him before disappearing without a trace.
"What's that? A Great Demon of Chaos? If it was, then none of us could have survived. " Laing could feel that the terrifying power was filled with violence, bloodthirst, and filth. That was what Yurik meant by 'impurity'.
The enemy was an Orc faction that worshipped the Blood God. Laing could still accept this. The followers of the Blood God didn't like group activities. Laing gave up the chase. It was suicidal to play hide-and-seek with the Orcs in the dark forest. Seeing the Orcs retreat, Laing returned to the campsite.
The stench of fresh blood wafted into his nostrils.
Yes, the Orcs had retreated.
There was no joy of victory, wine, or singing in the campsite.
There were countless corpses on the ground and a messy campsite. Laing advanced with difficulty in the sea of corpses and blood. He saw a mercenary on the ground beside him. The mercenary's body had several fatal wounds that were gnawed on. But Laing recognized him at a glance.
He was Simon, who had a conflict with Laing at the pier. The young mercenary's lifeless eyes explained everything.
"Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh … Simon … Simon!!! Wake up, wake up, I'm Banda! Get up, we can't stay here for too long. Get up! "A young figure threw himself on the corpse and wailed.
"… Banda? Get up, he's dead, "Laing said as he stood behind Banda.
The little mercenary ignored him and continued to sob.
The Bloodaxe Mercenaries had suffered heavy losses in this battle. Only a dozen mercenaries were left standing.
Laing didn't care about him because there was a fierce quarrel in the crowd. Werther stood in front of Teresa and said with anger and sorrow, "Madam Trovic? You promised me back then. "
"…" Teresa stood up with difficulty with the help of Emilia. Her face was pale, and she bit her lips. She was speechless in the face of Werther's interrogation.
"You promised me!!!" Wayde dropped his two-handed sword and rushed towards the sorceress like a madman. The sorceress stepped back subconsciously, and a trace of uneasiness appeared on her beautiful face. "I don't know …" she said.
"Okay, Werther, calm down. We didn't want things to turn out this way." Laing quickly stopped Werther. He could feel the hostility of the surrounding mercenaries.
"Madam Trovic, please remember that when the Bloodaxe Mercenaries left Coldwinter, there were 50 of us and two of us stayed behind." Werther didn't care about Laing's identity. The 30-year-old deputy leader's eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was hoarse. "What about now? There are only 13 of us left. What did you say? I need you to be my guards, and I'll use my magic to protect you. "
"What about now? You can't even protect yourself, so you want the Bloodaxe Mercenaries to sacrifice their lives? "
"I asked you in Calzenhaven, and you said that we won't encounter such a battle again."
"We need an explanation, Madam Trovic!!!" Werther leaned forward, but he was stopped by Laing. The White Wolf Knight said calmly, "Watch your attitude, mercenary! Otherwise, I'll carry out my duty. "
Werther looked at the white wolf knight badge on Laing's chest and fell into an awkward silence. He finally calmed down and said, "I'm waiting for an explanation, Madam Trovic."
"I'll give you and the Bloodaxe Mercenaries an explanation, Mister Werther. But please apologize for your rudeness. Remember, if not for my magic, you wouldn't have survived." With Laing by her side, the sorceress regained her composure. She gently pushed Emilia away, indicating that she was fine.
"I apologize for that." Werther walked away without looking back.
Laing was about to say something when Teresa leaned on him and whispered in his ear, "Hold me, I've used up all my mana."
Laing nodded and used his strong arm to support the sorceress, even though he was also covered in blood. Teresa only frowned and didn't push him away. Laing pulled the sorceress far away.
Bill appeared in front of Olivier and said in a low, hoarse voice, "Grey Blade lost 16 men in this battle. We demand adequate compensation."
"We will pay this sum of money according to the agreement." Olivier frowned. His merchant spirit told him that he had to agree, but his rationality told him that things weren't that simple.
"No, it's enough. Compensation." Bill's expression was grim. After this battle, his mercenary band had suffered a great loss. He needed to extort more money from the merchant. "Mister Olivier, the previous price was the previous price. The situation is different now. You didn't tell us that there was a seastone in the goods. You lied to us. Grey Blade has suffered great losses. We demand the price we deserve."
In other words, he was going to raise the price.
"Bill, this is not in accordance with the agreement!" Olivier said with difficulty.
"Yes, the situation is different now. Mister Olivier, if you still want our protection, please raise the price." Bill pressed again. His face was filled with madness and greed.
After seeing the Sea Heart Stone, greed arose in everyone's hearts.
At the same time, the mercenaries started to quarrel with each other.
"If you didn't shoot him at that time, Simon wouldn't have died!" Banda was the first to speak. He pointed at one of the guards of the caravan. That guard was Mather, who had been following Olivier all this time.
"You little brat, what do you know?"
"Enough, it's all your fault!"
"Watch your mouth, you little bastard!"
The quarrel became more and more intense, especially after a few wandering knights joined in. The quarrel gradually escalated. "Mr. Martz, please hand over the Sea Heart Stone. We have shed blood to protect you. The Sea Heart Stone should belong to everyone in the caravan, right?"
"Yes, Mister Martz. Please hand over the seastone." A few wandering knights held their swords and shields as they spoke without logic. Only Aike stood at a distance, looking hesitant.
"Don't even think about it!" As a guard hired by Martz, Astell naturally stood up and confronted the stray knights.
The guards protected Martz in the middle. On the other side were a few wandering knights. The wandering knight, Goodson, whose shoulder had been pierced by an Orc, had the craziest expression. It was as though the injury on his body was eroding his nerves. He unsheathed his sword and said unreasonably, "Either you hand over the goods or die!"
"Enough!!!" A furious roar brought everyone back to their senses. Laing supported Teresa and shouted angrily, "I don't care what's going on. If you want to negotiate, don't do it here. Take a look at this place. "
The caravan came back to their senses. The camp that was full of blood and corpses told them that this was not the place or time to talk. However, they felt angry and violent. It was as though they wouldn't stop until they tore everything in front of them into pieces. Anxiety, anger, and hatred spread wildly among the caravan. Everyone was like a barrel of gunpowder, ready to explode at the slightest provocation. They wanted to kill everything in front of them.
Laing knew that this was the corruption of the Army of Chaos. It would infiltrate people's hearts unknowingly. The scariest part of the Army of Chaos wasn't its powerful combat power and destruction. It was its ability to corrupt people's hearts. Many brave soldiers fought off the Army of Chaos on the battlefield, but after the battle, they were tortured by corruption and eventually became Chaos soldiers.
The smell of corpses and blood was like a beacon in the dark night to the scavengers. It was also a fatal temptation, not to mention attracting Specters and other creatures.
After Laing's roar, the caravan stopped quarreling. They cremated and buried the corpses hastily and packed their belongings. After such a bloody battle, the caravan didn't have the mood to rest. They decided to rush to the fortress at the peak of Scarville Mountain.
The carriages were severely damaged, and more than half of the horses were lost. However, most of the goods were intact. The caravan, which had lost more than half of its members, was in a difficult situation. The caravan set off with torches again. Unlike before, the caravan guards and mercenaries were clearly separated. They looked at each other cautiously. The guards were wary of the wandering Knights who were tailing behind the caravan.
The estrangement was gradually forming …
In the dark forest, the head of Tree Planter Eldrad was hanging on the Orc war flag. His face was still full of despair and fear. It was a fitting expression for the Orcs.
Under the war flag, an altar filled with blood and a throne filled with Druid bones were enshrined by the Orcs. A mysterious symbol was above the altar, emitting crimson light in the dark night.
"Cheap … sacrifice." The huge Minotaur shuttled through the night, and the weak moonlight shone on its scarlet face. Its facial armor was directly embedded into its face, and its flesh and blood were welded together. It was the Minotaur that had fought with Eldrad before, and its body was larger than the other Minotaurs.
The other Orcs surrounded him and prostrated themselves on the ground. He was the Orc King of the Orc War Band.
"No sacrifice … no … gift. No sacrifice … need … sacrifice." The huge Minotaur raised his battle axe.
A cold light flashed, and a minotaur's head was directly chopped off. The huge minotaur's head rolled to the side, and a bloody energy full of filth was released from it. In the dark void, something seemed to be responding to this ceremony.
"How about … this small gift?"
The Blood God didn't ask about the source of blood.
"Not enough, continue …" A few more Minotaurs were beheaded. Even so, the Orcs didn't dare to move. They prostrated themselves on the ground and waited for the Orc King's next move.
"Enemy … Two … Witches have no combat ability … That white wolf knight is the sacrifice that will please the Blood God …" After the giant minotaur had killed twelve of his subordinates, it finally received a satisfied reply from the mysterious existence.
"Tomorrow … I'll … fight to the death with the White Wolf Knight." The Orc King raised his huge battle axe and pointed it to the sky. He shouted angrily, "Blood sacrifice to the Blood God! Head Offering Throne! "
"Blood sacrifice to the Blood God! Head Offering Throne! "
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