Broad World

The orc who reported the news soon ran out of the cave and quickly came to Sackham. "Boss! Centurion Zur has found those adventurers. They are now in the passage, and they have built a parapet as high as half a person. Forty of us have been killed, and the Xershaman seems to have been killed too."

Sackham stood up abruptly, lifting the warrior with only one hand. "How is it possible! Putting aside ordinary fighters, I know the strength of that old guy best. Even if he can't beat him, he must be able to escape. Are you sure you saw Kex's body?"

"No...no. At that time, we ran forward, leaving the shaman behind. When I came back to report, I didn't see him at all. These damn adventurers put a lot of magic traps in the passage, so the X shaman was probably killed." The orc who reported the message was frightened, and he answered Sackham's question stutteringly.

After getting the information he wanted, Sackham threw the thing in his hand on the ground, frowned and began to think about what to do next. These adventurers inside were obviously very difficult to deal with. They only took a short time to kill dozens of fully armed orc warriors. Although it is said that it is taking advantage of the narrow terrain, the strength displayed is still not to be underestimated.

The priest standing nearby walked over and whispered in his ear: "Boss, why don't you send those wargs to cooperate with the attack first. Their movements are faster and more flexible, and they can easily jump over the parapet and tear apart the enemy's defense line."

"Great idea! You are indeed the priest of the great orc god "Gruumsh". I decided to appoint you as the commander of this battle, and now bring all the wargs and a thousand soldiers to take down these adventurers, remember! I want to live!" After speaking, Sakam patted him on the shoulder as a sign of encouragement.

The pastor nodded excitedly. He had been in this tribe for several years, and it was the first time he had the right to command the army. You must know that Gruumsh is a god who advocates fighting and plundering, and the opportunity to be his priest is simply rare.

"Great leader, thank you for your trust. Don't worry, I will bring these adventurers here alive to listen and deal with them soon." After speaking, the priest bowed and turned to gather his soldiers, preparing to solve the immediate trouble with all his might.

Ten minutes later, a thousand orc warriors and three hundred wargs were summoned. Under the leadership of the pastor, these guys rushed into the tunnel in one go. Sackham watched these people disappear out of sight, with a playful smile on his face. He knew very well that the pastor seemed to be respectful on the surface, but he was actually trying to find a way to commit suicide.

However, the orcs just want to eliminate the weak in the battle, so as to maintain a strong aggressiveness and vigorous combat effectiveness. Sackum doesn't think he will be the weak side, he believes that no one in this tribe will be his opponent. It would be ideal if the adventurers inside could kill this guy in battle.

Henry and the others in the depths of the cave soon saw the orc soldiers approaching. They densely packed the entire passage, and there was no end in sight. Zuwosa's nerves were tense, and his palms began to sweat profusely. Although she has experienced many battles in the arena, this is the first time she has participated in such a large-scale war. The large number of enemies looks very oppressive, which makes people feel a little breathless.

Vaughan noticed Ranger's stiff expression, smiled and patted her on the back. "Hey! Don't be nervous. Quantity does not mean quality. Remember the giant beast that was killed two days ago? That big guy is much stronger than this group of rabble. Don't worry, they can't break through our defense."

Zuwartha smiled self-deprecatingly, then wiped the sweat off his hands on his trousers. "It's okay, it's just that I'm not used to facing so many enemies for the first time." As she spoke, she took a few deep breaths to calm herself down gradually.

The orcs quickly organized the first wave of attack, with thirty or so wolves leading the charge, behind them were fifty of the most elite orc warriors, and at the end there were dozens of archers alternately moving forward to cover and shoot. Henry sighed when he saw this well-organized attack. It seemed that the next battle would not be as easy as before.

He hid behind the adamantine golem and chanted a spell in a low voice, and soon a second-level magic "stinky cloud" spread in the middle of the passage. The large amount of foul-smelling gas made both the Warg and the Orc unbearable and began to vomit on the spot, and the stench came out instantly. Amy threw the long-prepared fireball at the most crowded place. The explosion and flames swallowed countless lives in an instant. At least 20 orcs died on the spot, and about ten guys suffered burns to varying degrees.

Seeing this situation, the priest in charge of the command immediately recalled the trapped army. His hands quickly made various complicated gestures, and the spell in his mouth became faster and faster, and finally he pointed at the front. A strong wind blew past from behind, blowing the stinky cloud in front to the opposite side.

Henry frowned when he saw that there was a spellcaster on the other side. It seems that poisonous gas magic such as "Smelly Cloud" and "Death Cloud" can no longer be used in the future. In this kind of place where the air circulation is not very good, once it is blown back by the "wind making technique", it will easily affect its own people.

"Stay back a little with me, and come back after the effect of this spell disappears." As he spoke, he left the golem in place, and the others all retreated more than ten meters away from the coverage of the poisonous cloud.

The orcs didn't take the opportunity to attack, they just waited quietly for the effect of the magic to disappear. All the people faced each other silently through a piece of light green gas, and the atmosphere seemed strange and dignified.

The poisonous gas didn't last too long, and quickly dissipated into the air. The moment they disappeared completely, the priest blessed the orcs with "Blessing" and "Praise Art". These two magic spells instantly boosted the morale and combat effectiveness of everyone around him. These hideous-looking guys shouted the holy name of the orc lord god, and rushed up like crazy.

Henry shook his head with a smile. These orcs are really easy to fool. Two low-level magic tricks make them think that they are the God of War. "Amy! To dispel the effects of these guys, I want to see how many magic spells this priest has to waste." After speaking, he also began to prepare his own spells.

The few wargs rushing to the front jumped and jumped over the parapet of about 1.4 meters. They flashed past Ares, who looked tall and strong, and the invulnerable adamantine golem, and directly attacked the weakest Orc warrior.

Depressedly, Vaughan raised his giant sword and chopped down a guy who didn't want to die. He also found that these guys seemed to regard him as a persimmon. This kind of humiliation was unacceptable to the half-orc who grew up in the barbarian tribe. He waved his weapon violently, and soon several wargs were chopped into pieces.

"Stupid dog with blind eyes! Bah!" After speaking, Vaughan grabbed a wolf's tail and threw it at the charging orc.

Enraged by this action, the centurion immediately commanded the archers to shoot a volley, and the sharp arrows pierced the air and flew towards the opposite side. Startled at the sight of so many arrows, the orc warrior stooped and hid behind the parapet. A few seconds later, there was a crackling sound, and the arrows were shot at the wall or the golem.

With the cover of the archers, the orc warriors quickly approached the target. Just when they were about to climb over the low wall, Amy's "dispelling magic" was released. After a burst of white light, all the magical spells blessed on these guys were dispelled. Just when the orcs were a little confused, Ares stood up and slapped an unlucky guy who was riding on the wall. His head was instantly like a smashed watermelon, and the red liquid sprayed all over the floor.

This tragic death made the orcs react quickly, and they all brandished their weapons to attack the big brown bear. The battle ahead began to become extremely tragic. Except for the adamantine golem, Ares and Vaughn began to have some minor wounds on their bodies.

Henry hid behind and kept casting the fourth-level magical spell "Summon Woodland Creatures", and it didn't take long for three water fairies to be summoned. These beautiful creatures spotted the enemy as soon as they stepped through the summoning gate, and they immediately chanted a spell loudly, and a few minutes later directed the six summoned wolves to launch an attack.

With the addition of the new force, Ares and Vaughan, who were in the front, suddenly felt the pressure was greatly relieved, and they quickly drove all the orcs out of the parapet. The water goblin continued to cast spells, and after a while, two "entanglement spells" trapped a large number of orcs in front of them in place, and the weeds and vines spawned by the magic spells tightly entangled the hands and feet of these guys.

Zuvotha kept pulling the bowstring, taking the life of an orc with every shot. Ban Burke also flew over to release a "Colorful Jet" from time to time, and the battle soon ended under the complete control of Henry's side. More than a hundred orc warriors turned into dead bodies, besides that there were more than thirty wargs.

The pastor looked at the corpse on the ground with a livid face. Now he finally understood that he seemed to be in big trouble. Among these adventurers are not only strong warriors, huge brown bears, and invulnerable golems, but also two powerful spellcasters and an elite archer.

This typical elite configuration is enough to prove that these are not ordinary people. Before their spells are exhausted, these ordinary orc warriors have no way to capture this place. It seems that I am still too reckless, I should not have asked to command this operation if I knew it earlier. It is already a bit difficult to ride a tiger. If you give up now, you will definitely be ridiculed by everyone, and you will no longer have the qualifications to compete with Sackham for the command of the army. (To be continued.)