An explosion was happening violently around.

The strong shock wave concealed the perception of the orc warlock. He had never expected that this extremely arrogant human in front of him would do such a despicable thing as stabbing the knife in the back.

Of course, he would not have thought that it was a system elf who did it on his own.

So, when he felt a sharp sword, avoiding the shoulder bone behind his left back and piercing into his heart obliquely, his face was full of disbelief!

"You..." He wanted to scold, but the system elf was afraid that he would not die, so he stirred the sword edge in his heart several times, almost cutting it into minced meat...

Everything is hidden in the cover of the explosion and is unknown to outsiders.

The orcs who had already retreated beside them were looking forward to the magicians on their side, and they soon discovered something was wrong.

The originally aggressive [Shadow Arrow] lost its accurate head halfway through the flight, and when it tilted its head, it shot to the mountains, dyeing a large area dark black. But the mysterious human fireballs bombarded Balsa one by one.

About one-third of the fireball was knocked out, Balsa's protection began to fade.

Two-thirds later, all the magic power on the surface of Balsa's body had dissipated, but the high-purity magic power flowing in the body was still resisting the low-purity magic power of [Fire Explosion Technique].

In the eyes of the orc warriors, this is completely different - this human is so cruel! It is obvious that one powerful fireball can solve the problem of Balsa, but it must coolly create more than a hundred fireballs and throw them one by one.

This is obviously a torture!

With the last fireball thrown into Balsa, the orc warlock who was full of unwillingness and charred all over was finally extinguished.

In order to conceal his bad things, the system elves obediently rushed to snatch Barsa's staff with [Mage's Hand] before the flames completely swallowed Barsa.

Duke, who had recovered his sanity, found that the first moment he came to his senses, he sent the other party's staff as spoils like an elf in his system. Duke was stunned at first, and then let out a crazy laugh of "hahahaha".

The arrogant laughter once again stimulated the orc's nerves.

They don't understand the war of spells.

This did not prevent the other party from knowing that the other party had a hand and killed the general and seized the flag.

It was also this black-robed human just now, who made their dream of hunting big men on human side turn into bubbles. Before they knew it, these brave orc warriors... were scared!

"Hahaha! Who else? Who else!?" Duke seemed to be influenced by the aftermath of [Arrogance] and waved the orc warlock's skeleton staff extremely arrogantly.

Seeing the millions of orcs below hesitate, Duke laughed wildly, raised his black cloak with one hand, turned around and sank his figure into the fortress.

A minute has passed.

Five minutes have passed.

Ten minutes have passed.

There was no chief, or even an orc who dared to step forward and test whether Duke had left.

Suddenly, a huge and fierce figure rushed from the back of the orc army, like birds frightened by fierce beasts, and the orcs scattered left and right as if they were frightened.

"What are you doing? My order is to let you attack! Attack! Attack again! Eliminate all the human warriors you see! What are you in a daze here? Have you killed all the humans? Where are the heads of the human chief?"

The one who came was the nominal chief of the tribe - the Black Hand* Destroyer!

"No, we... that..." In the intermittent statement of the little chief, the black hand finally understood what had happened just now.

"What!? You group of trash that defiled the glory of the tribe!" There was no room for the little chief to defend himself. The huge warhammer drew a terrifying arc in the air, and an indescribable force hit the little chief's head.

This brave orc chief had his entire upper body smashed into meat sauce.

Waving the flesh-filled warhammer, the black hand pointed angrily towards the top of the mountain: "The great tribe does not need timid orcs - chase me!"

Driven by the anger of the chief, the once stagnant torrent began to surge again. The orcs destroyed almost all the human buildings that could be seen. When they came to the back mountain through the passage of the fortress on the top of the mountain, the orcs saw the tail of the human army.

They were entering the woods at a speed that was not fast.

From a place where there are woods, it is the territory of the Elvin Forest.

"Chase!"

Behind them was the chief. The orcs lost their way out, and the other was ashamed of their timidity just now. They roared angrily, waving their battle axes and warhammers, and pouring down from the mountain.

The orc's abnormal movement naturally alarmed Lotha, who was in the back formation. He looked at General Simos who had just returned and saw the solemnity in each other's eyes.

Simos spoke: "What a terrible priest. Not only is he extremely powerful, but he also has so clearly understood the action modes of the green-skinned monsters."

Just as Lothar was about to say something, he suddenly found a cavalry coming towards him. Lothar could see at a glance that it was the noble cavalry team, and the leader was Duke of Bervar Fertagen.

"Oh--Soradin is here, Lothar! You've survived!" Boval did not hide his ecstasy. He strangled his panting horse, turned over and jumped down, giving Lothar a strong hug. The sound of the two real men's armor colliding sounded so pleasant.

"I thought I would die." Lothar was also very moved to see Boval risking his life to come back to help. As the supreme commander of the retreating team and a noble duke, Boval could leave or send his troops to support him, but Boval came and plundered all the private cavalry of the nobles.

Looking around, looking at the rather miserable Griffon Legion warrior, Boval's eyes were a little wet.

"You guys have done a great job." Berval turned his gaze to the torrent pouring down from the mountain: "You retreat first, I will help you charge forward before the other party falls into the woods."

It's not a good idea to charge towards the high ground.

Under normal circumstances, if you want to cover the Griffon Legion, this is the only way.

At this time, Simos spoke, pointing to the black dot that had floated down the mountain before the green torrent: "It seems that there is no need for that, that master."

Boval noticed that Lothar had a clear and relieved expression on his face.

"Who is that?"

Lothar sighed: "He called himself 'Hundred Hands Death God Hugga' in the wizard', and was the teacher of Duke Marcus."
Chapter completed!