Age of Adepts

With a painful, angry roar, Shaman the Orc eventually drinks under the clamps of Ames and Grim.

Several well-prepared shield guards took heavy strides, dragging the animal Shaman back to the rear of the battlefield with a scorched black body and the dying Ray Peng.

Grimm and Ames did not hesitate at all, and the slightest communication soared up again and plunged into another single three-and-a-half horse.

In other corners of the battlefield, the sperm rippers Mary and Tikool are also poaching and killing the second-degree Orcs who are caught in the crossfire.

With the witch side taking full advantage, the main power of the Orc is blocked in the sky again, so no strong elite can be found in the 2 or 3 strong left on the battlefield.

On the other hand, the witch side is good at witchcraft, and with more and fewer fights, so throughout the battlefield, you can see almost everywhere the tragic scene of the intense beast siege. With each and every one of these Orcs Elite eliminated, the legions of Orcs, already on the verge of collapse, finally began to collapse.

War has never been so cruel!

If one side of the beast is like a rainbow, even a hundred people dare to launch a rapid attack against the tide of the corpse. But once morale broke down, even though the legion of Orcs still had nearly 20,000 troops, it ran like a bunch of ducks, panicking all day.

The top witch has already made up her mind to take over the city, and she can't let the mutilated army of the beast withdraw smoothly. Driven by the witch of death, a large number of dead bodies flocked in the direction of the defeat of the beast, and those half-shadowed creatures became ghostly, constantly raiding the defeated troops of the beast from the side.

The battlefield is 110 miles from the city of Dead Water.

Previously, after receiving the Oracle, the Legion of the Orcs abandoned most of its heavy equipment, lightly loaded with a breath, and drove long distances to the witch portal. It's only a pity that after eight hours of bloody battle, we lost everything!

Even though the animals are several times more physically powerful than humans, this torsion makes them a tired, sour leg, almost impossible to move.

After a bloody battle, many Orc warriors have been paralyzed, and even if the swarming dead drag them into the black-pressed tide of corpses, they can no longer resist.

Failed all the way, threw armor all the way...

The defeat of the Orc Legion is a tragedy, I can't bear to see it!

And the worst defeat was the besieged Orc Commandos, who, although not inferior in rank to the high-ranking witches, talked about real power but were far from rivals to their peers.

One breath killed nearly half of the Orc strong, several witch chiefs negotiated, dead witch chief Khusuna drove the tide to continue to hunt down the Orc Legion, while Dark Witch chief Cersei took the Shadow Legion around the nearby road to directly attack the Dead Water City.

As for the underpowered Destiny Witches, Rin Winter Witches and Painful Witches simply cleaned up the battlefield and began to move slowly toward Dead Water City with the spoils.

And that portal, after all the witch troops, was slowly shut down.

By the time all the beasts and witches had left the rubble wilderness, there was only a scorched black dead bone and a dark bloodstain on the beach.

…………

Dead Water City.

It was Dawa, the head of the Stone Hammer tribe, who stayed in the city to preside over the defense.

After receiving the Oracle of the Beast, the City of Dead Water successively dispatched 50,000 Orc Elite, rushing hundreds of miles in one breath to attack the portal of the invading witch. Dawa stayed in the city, mobilizing the living forces around him while keeping a close eye on the distant battlefields.

Around 3 p.m., the first group of retreating Orc troops was spotted by a patrol of eagles on the go.

And in the next 2 hours, Dawa received one more terrible piece of bad news!

The Legion of the Orcs was defeated by the Cross Witch Army!

Witch forces are using a terrible tide of corpses to drive the Orc Residual Army in the direction of Dead Water City.

What is even more daunting is that in another direction, the Wolf Cavalry Patrol and Eagle Body Patrol dispatched from Dead Water City have all disappeared unnamed.

According to the Orc's military structure, all patrols and patrols are required to communicate information to the City of Dead Water at regular intervals. And now, the city has lost contact with several out-of-town outposts, and not even a single team has been sent to investigate the situation.

This… is undoubtedly bad news that cannot be bad anymore!

The enemy seemed to want to take the city of Dead Water directly in the wake of the collapse of the Legion of the Orc Elite, which Dawa, though he could see, was so helpless.

After all, before Quesadis? It was all the elite troops in Dead Water City that took the fangs. While the remaining tens of thousands of Orcs remain individually capable, they still lack rigorous and formal military training, belong to the Rangers and are difficult to quickly pinch into a group.

When it became apparent that the situation was bad, Dawa, the head of the Stone Hammer clan, issued only the highest ranking conscription order, mobilizing the city's Orcs and affiliated clans to fill the city's head with dead water.

At one point, the heads hoisted over the majestically high walls of Dead Water City, and a group of bullheads with blue and black horns pushed heavy war machines and transported them all over the tower in the middle of the city wall.

Perhaps it is because the beasts are so fierce and strong that they only like to take off their red and play field with their big blades and enemies. It was with such strength and courage that the Orc clan became the sole ruler of Johnson.

But precisely because of this style of combat, they never hesitate to study those weapons of war and strategic tactics.

If they have a dominant position on the battlefield, it certainly doesn't matter.

But now, when the Orc clan becomes vulnerable and needs to hold on to the city pool, this shortcoming becomes unusually eye-catching and terrifying.

Thus, when fewer than 20,000 Orc mutineers retreated to the outskirts of Dead Water City, that desolate and tragic state shook the hearts and minds of all witnesses and swallowed their own breath.

Just off Loess Avenue, less than 2 miles from Dead Water City, a team of rapidly moving Ghouls emerged from the Dead Ghouls tide and quickly caught up with the Orc Residual Army.

Exhausted beasts have no choice but to remain in place, struggling to resist the impact of the Legion of the Dead, while desperately calling upon the Garrison of Dead Water City for help.

To witness this situation, a serious insider erupted immediately in the city of Dead Water!

Nearly every Orc Warrior has family and friends in the city waiting for them to return. When they suddenly saw their loved ones suffering from the horrible death attack outside the city, the city's residents could no longer hold their hearts and minds. They poured to the city gate to open the door and rescue their loved ones.

Serious clashes between city gate guards and emotional beasts have also begun to float with the military mind that sparked the city's guards.

Dawa, the chief commander of the city's garrison, though clearly seen, also understood in his heart.

If you refuse to send troops to rescue these children, then without fighting, the hearts and minds of the people in the city have collapsed. Troops should be sent out to rescue people. I'm afraid the tide of dead bodies slowly advancing near the horizon is waiting for this moment...

At a difficult time around, Dawa could only sigh once, ordering the opening of the gates and sending a mixed force of 3,000 to rescue the trapped Orc.

And this order undoubtedly became a trigger for the rapid fall of Dead Water City!

Outside the city was a hybrid force of 2,000 bull-headed troops, in addition to 300 werewolf cavalry and 600 semi-man horses, and 100 hawks.

Outside the city, they are greeted by the Dead Witches' carefully prepared Corpse Ghoul Army and Grievance Legion.

As soon as the two sides engaged, thousands of Grieving Legions plunged from the sky and burst into the hybrid force as they made a gloomy laugh.

Grievance spirits are special creatures formed by a combination of death grievances and empty matter, most of which do not have real bodies and are almost immune to the vast majority of physical damage. And their attacks have no physical effect, and they only corrode the souls of life by using their cold core of resentment.

Therefore, their attacks have a powerful phage effect that effectively absorbs enemy's spiritual vitality and Soul Energy!

Too few individuals possess and possess elemental power on the part of the Orc, and ordinary weapons are hardly capable of damaging the grievances. So in semi-human rains and hawks spear attacks, the translucent grievance spirits rush to their sides, insert their fantastically scary claws into each other's bodies, and scratch what's inside.

Half-human horses and cowheads attacked by Grievance Spirits can't hurt Grievance Spirit without their wildly waving stakes and spears in their hands. Instead, under the siege of a cluster of resentments, a soul lost its energy rapidly, almost losing its ability to think and fight, and fell to the ground in stagnation.

With the infiltration of the Grievance Spirit, the Orc Mixed Forces instantly became chaotic.

At this point, the Ghoul Squad rushed in from all directions.

A red-eyed bull-headed warrior roared furiously, banging directly on the ground with a wide cow's hoof, and they had a thick three-meter wooden column with adult waist limbs in their hands, and a swinging tiger breezed, smashing a raging corpse into a pile of blood sauce.

But apparently these ghouls are not afraid of death.

Though they are far less powerful and physically colored than Minotaur Warriors, they are far faster than each other.

The ghosts swung high and low, slipping left and right between a wooden column whirring and windy, from time to time pounding a claw on a bull-headed warrior or ejecting a tongue arrow from his ugly and horrible mouth, stabbing a blood hole in each other's fleshy body.

After being attacked by ghouls with horrible toxins in their claws and saliva, their strength and strength inevitably collapsed, even though those cowheads were still brave.