The moment they exchanged blows, Boris knew that he had lost, because the powerful force transmitted from the axe handle made his whole body go numb.
The Orc leader retreated half a step from the powerful impact.
The mercenary leader took four or five steps back, using his battle axe to support himself. The skin between his thumb and index finger was cracked, and the bright red blood stained his golden beard a little red.
"Ooh ooh ooh ~" Boris swallowed the blood in his throat and stood up. He wanted to continue fighting. The anxious mercenaries surrounded their leader.
"Humans … shameless. Kill them all!" The Orc leader pointed at the mercenary leader, who was being protected by a few mercenaries. Boris' face was abnormally red. He gestured for the other mercenaries to give way. He could still fight!
The mercenary leader lowered his right shoulder and placed his Battle Axe diagonally. He gathered all his strength in his arm and charged at the Orc leader again.
"Whirlwind Slash!"
It was the core combat technique of a Berserker. The mercenary leader spun rapidly and exchanged blows with the Orc leader. Faced with such a powerful combat technique, the Orc leader had no choice but to retreat and defend himself.
The mercenary leader seemed to have the upper hand, but Boris was getting anxious. The Whirlwind Slash consumed a lot of Stamina, and he couldn't maintain it for long.
On the other side, the mercenaries suffered heavy casualties. Their defense line was retreating, and the mercenaries who were in the midst of the Orcs were dismembered and devoured. The smell of fresh blood provoked the ferocity of the Orcs. Numerous Horned Beasts broke through the mercenaries' defense line and charged towards the female Warlock.
The female Warlock looked ghastly. She said to the mercenaries who were protecting her, "Cover me."
"Madam Trovic, you …" a handsome young mercenary in the group who was protecting her asked. He was wearing exquisite leather armor and wielded a two-handed Great Sword. He looked at the female Warlock with concern.
"I'm going to use the Level 6 Spell, Blizzard. It requires a long time to prepare!" The female Warlock's face was cold. She didn't want to explain further, but she immediately realized that the morale of this mercenary group was already showing signs of collapse, so she could only add another sentence.
"They won't be able to protect you, because they won't be able to last until you finish casting. You need at least five minutes to cast a sixth-circle spell. Teresa, do you think they can last five minutes?" A young voice sounded from behind everyone. Everyone was shocked. When did someone sneak up behind them without them noticing?
"Mr. Laing!" The merchant from the Empire shouted in surprise. The newcomer was wearing a full body chain armor, holding a golden war hammer in both hands, and carrying a one-handed sword on his back. He did not wear a helmet, and his black hair was covered with snow. There seemed to be a slight smile in his blue eyes.
When the Sorceress saw the Royal Knight appear, she heaved a deep sigh of relief. "You're finally here. Cover me, I'll kill them!"
"You?" Laing lifted his right hand, which was holding a Horned Beast's head. "The Orcs are cunning. Don't they know how to surround you? The only way is to kill the Orc King. "
Yes, after collecting the relics of the old Demon Hunter, Laing felt the power of the Devil Rock. He rushed over and killed a Horned Beast that wanted to ambush him. There was no time to waste.
The battlefield was in a mess. More than 30% of the mercenary group had died. There were severed limbs and corpses everywhere. The Orcs also suffered heavy casualties. The inferior Horned Beasts and a few Horned Beasts were killed, but they outnumbered the mercenary group, and reinforcements were coming in.
During winter, it was difficult to find food. It was the same for the Orcs and Humans.
"I'm attacking. Give me spells!" Laing lifted his war hammer and gave the Sorceress a reassuring look. The Sorceress was unwilling to give up, but she nodded and said, "Understood."
A Frost Armor was cast on Laing's body. After casting a few spells, the Sorceress' face turned pale. Within ten minutes, she had cast four spells. She inhaled deeply and started reciting the Level 6 Spell, Blizzard.
On the battlefield, Boris couldn't hold on any longer. His Strength was at its limit, and his Whirlwind Slash slowed down. The cunning Orc sensed that the Human was at his limit and immediately attacked. Boris had no choice but to withdraw his war axe to defend himself. The Orc's war axe carried a terrifying force, and the Mercenary leader was sent flying. He fell to the snowy ground and couldn't get up.
Laing noticed the Mercenary leader's defeat. He was prepared. Light blue energy gathered in his hand, and he extended his left hand to caress his war hammer. The golden head of the hammer turned red and emitted a scorching heat. The snowflakes that landed on the head of the hammer were vaporized.
This was Laing's unique ability. The mysterious man had taught him how to use the human brain's Psionic Powers. This allowed Laing to use Psionic Powers without using the Magic Net. Though he didn't have the gift of Mana, he could cause elemental damage to his weapon for a period of time.
The Orc leader discovered Laing and shouted, "Human! Exterminate! Execute! "
"Today, you're going to die, you bastards!" Laing dashed out from behind the snow dune and leaped high. His war hammer smashed on the head of an inferior Horned Beast.
"Dong!" The head of the horned beast exploded in an instant. Red and white matter splattered all over the ground. Then, Ryan swung his war hammer. The horned beast at the side instinctively raised its shield to block the blow. In the end, the horned beast was sent flying along with its shield. After flying for more than ten meters, it landed on the ground. The shield in its hand and the breastplate in front of its chest were deeply dented. Its body was torn into pieces. It was obvious that it was not going to survive.
Two inferior Horned Beasts roared and charged at him. Laing could smell the stench in their mouths. The two inferior Horned Beasts used their inferior Pikes to stab Laing's shoulder. Laing didn't care about them. He swung his war hammer at one of the inferior Horned Beasts.
"Si ~" The burning Hammer landed on the Orc's head, and the smell of barbecued meat wafted out. The Orc screamed in pain, and its head became a bloody mess. The Pike in its hand fell to the ground.
Laing dodged the Pike, but the Royal Knight broke the tip of the Pike and stabbed it into the Orc's head. Then he kicked the Orc away.
In one round, four inferior Horned Beasts died at the hands of Laing.
"Powerful, he's really powerful. Is this Mr. Laing?" The merchant's face was full of surprise and excitement. The mercenaries around the sorceress nodded in agreement. Only the handsome mercenary who used a two-handed sword murmured, "What's so great about that?"
"Roar!" The Horned Beasts discovered the threat of Laing. They abandoned the mercenaries and charged at Laing. Laing wasn't afraid. He wielded his war hammer with both hands and dodged the attack of a Horned Beast. Then he jumped on the Horned Beast's Axe and smashed its head open. He used the Horned Beast's headless body to block the attacks of the other Horned Beasts and took another Horned Beast's life.
The Royal Knight charged into the Orc army like a tiger in a flock of sheep. Within three minutes, five Horned Beasts and tens of inferior Horned Beasts died at his hands.
"Thunder Strike!" Ryan raised his War Hammer and smashed it viciously on the ground. A huge shockwave swept through the Orc Combat Gang, and the surrounding Orcs were dazzled and didn't dare to move forward. Ryan took advantage of this opportunity to extend his right hand, and the War Hammer was transferred to his left hand. Intense White Radiance condensed into a Psionic Blade that grew from his right wrist and emitted a soft White light in the air.
Laing brandished the Psionic Blade and spun around his body.
The surrounding Orcs were motionless.
No, they weren't motionless.
The Orcs' bodies were moving in a straight line.
They were moving in a perfect straight line.
All the Orcs around Laing were sliced in half. The Orcs howled in pain and struggled in the battlefield. Laing's chainmail was stained with the fresh blood of the Orcs. The stench of blood didn't stop the Royal Knight. He charged towards the remaining Orcs and started a massacre.
The situation on the battlefield was reversed. The morale of the Orcs was low, and even the strong Horned Beasts retreated. Laing's combat prowess made the Orcs fearful.
"Roar, oh, oh, oh!" The Orc leader realized that the situation was dire. He gave up on Boris, who was rolling on the ground and struggling under his attacks. Instead, he charged towards Ryan and said, "Human … Knight … die!"
"You're the one who's going to die!" Laing gripped his sword tightly and pointed at the Orc leader. He felt that it was about time.
"Everyone, retreat. The Mana Skills are coming!" the fallen Mercenary leader said.
"Snowstorm!" As expected by Laing, the female Warlock had completed the recitation of the Sixth Circle Mana Skill — Snowstorm.
Hundreds of Icicles formed in the sky and formed sharp prisms. Under the control of the female Warlock, the Icicles shot towards the Orcs. The power of the Sixth Circle Mana Skill was much stronger than the Frost Arrows of the Two Circles. Thousands of Icicles penetrated most of the Orcs, causing them to howl in pain. The blood on their bodies was frozen by the powerful Mana Skills. Some of the Horned Beasts and Chaos War Hounds were beheaded by the Icicles.
"Ooo, ooo, ooo, ooo!" The Orc leader knelt on one knee and endured the attack of the Snowstorm. His arms and calves were lacerated, and his body retreated in a straight line on the snowy ground.
After a minute, the Mana Skills subsided. The Orcs who didn't escape in time were killed, and the Orc leader was sealed in ice.
After the Sixth Circle Mana Skill was cast, the female Warlock turned pale. Her body swayed, and she almost fell to the ground.
"Madam Trovic!" The young mercenary beside her wanted to support her, but the female Warlock swatted his hand away with her magic staff and said, "Don't support me! Mr. Banda! I'm not that weak! "
"Uh … Yes." The young mercenary named Banda withdrew his hand awkwardly.
The female Warlock supported herself with her magic staff and stood up with difficulty. She lifted her head. The battlefield was shrouded in the Snowstorm, and the white fog and dust made it difficult to see the situation. However, the mercenaries knew that Trovic was unable to cast another Mana Skill of this level.
Less than 30 mercenaries were left from the original 50. Besides Trovic, the rest of the mercenaries were injured. They looked anxiously at the battlefield that was shrouded in white fog and dust.
"We're finished! Mr. Laing is still on the battlefield! "Olivier covered his face and shouted in despair.
There was more to come.
"Ahhhh! Humans … I want all of you … to die! " The sound of ice shattering was heard from the battlefield. After the smoke dissipated, the heavily injured Orc leader shattered the ice on his upper body. Most of his wounds were sealed by ice, but his lower body was still frozen. Many icicles were stuck in his body, but they couldn't kill the Orc. As his legs were sealed by ice, he raised his Great Axe and called for more Orcs to join the battle.
More Orcs swarmed out from the depths of the forest in the distance.
"Kill … the Humans!" The Orc leader struggled with all his might. The ice that sealed his legs cracked.
They were finished!
"Madam Trovic, what should we do?" a mercenary asked.
"He's still here." The female Warlock didn't look panicked. The mercenaries were taken aback.
Him?
"Heyah!" Laing shouted angrily behind the Orc leader. The Royal Knight leaped high and stepped on the head of a frozen Horned Beast with his sturdy leather boots. The Horned Beast's head was crushed by Laing, and the Royal Knight used his sturdy leather boots to leap towards the Orc leader.
The Orc leader reacted immediately and tried to block the attack. However, his lower body was frozen, and his movements were slow. Before he could raise his Great Axe, the Warhammer smashed his chest. The red-hot Warhammer shattered his ribs and charred his chest.
"Ahhhh! Human! " Even though he was severely injured, the Orc leader didn't die. He wielded his Great Axe and slashed at Laing. The huge Great Axe created a gust of wind.
Laing reacted faster than the Orc leader. His right hand released the Warhammer, and a white Psionic Blade appeared. He slashed down and severed the Orc leader's right arm and forearm. His forearm, which was thicker than a human's thigh, and the crudely made Great Axe fell to the side. The Orc leader screamed in pain and covered his wound. Fresh blood spurted out of his wound.
Even so, it was still not dead. It continued to struggle, trying to break free from the ice that sealed its feet and use its left hand to grab its axe.
"Humph!" Laing snorted. He stepped on the Orc leader's chest and grasped the Orc leader's horn. A white light flashed.
The Royal Knight raised the bleeding Orc leader's head high and showed it to the remaining Orc warriors. "Who else?"
"Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo! Run … run … Humans … are powerful! " With the death of their leader, the Orcs scattered like birds and beasts. They ran for their lives and even used their weapons to slash their fellow Orcs who were obstructing them. They rolled and crawled as they disappeared into the depths of the forest.
"We've won! We've won! " Oliver and his guard, Falk, hugged each other happily. The mercenaries enjoyed their new lease on life.
The forest was filled with cheers.
The Sorceress finally relaxed a lot. She turned around and found Ryan, who was covered in blood, standing behind her.
"Long time no see, Teresa."
"Long time no see, Laing."
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