Chapter 54

Evander assessed the orc and saw that he was only Lvl 50 with no classes, but the red aura and the berserker's behavior were very alarming. Evander raised his voice and began to give orders to form a formation.

"Shield adepts, take the blow, spear adepts, hold him back, mages, don't waste your mana, I want to see how strong he is!"

Thanks to his command, the humans stopped hesitating and began to act. The shield adepts quickly stepped forward and extended their shields, the spear adepts stood behind them and prepared to pierce the orc, restricting its movements.

The orc moved towards them very fast, growling madly, not paying any attention to the shields. When he got close, he hit the shield with all his might with his club, causing everyone to hear a loud sound of impact and a disgusting crunch. The adept who tried to block the blow broke both of his arms and screamed loudly in pain.

And how strong is he?

The orc swung again when he could no longer hold the shield, but the adept was pulled back by the adept of the Spear who stood behind him. The orc's next blow was taken by another Adept of the Shield and was able to block the blow normally, getting off with only slight pain. The next moment, the orc's limbs were pierced by three spears, but he did not pay attention to the wounds and swung his club again. The Adept of the Shield and Sword who stood next to him, with a quick blow of the blade cut off his hand, but even this was not enough for the orc, he tried to stretch out his other hand in which was a spear and further aggravated the wound. When he did not succeed, he walked forward piercing his limbs and rushed to bite the nearest person. He crashed face first into the shield and the adepts began to deal serious blows to him. Several adepts of the sword rushed forward and pierced his throat, and the adept of the spear pierced his heart. The orc tried to attack furiously until the last moment, until the red aura began to fade and he died.

The Spear Adepts were breathing loudly from the effort, it took all their strength to hold back the orc, even though they had a big advantage. Evander wanted to give them time to rest, but they didn't have it.

"Kaeti, look at the fractures. Does anyone have an idea why he was so strong?" Evander spoke, drawing everyone's attention to himself.

"I think it's the shaman's magic, I don't see any other reason." Alistair replied, to which everyone nodded.

"Okay, we don't have much time, so quickly get ready to form up. Kaeti, what's wrong with your hands?" He said and turned his gaze to her as she sat next to the adept and cast spells.

"Two fractures, but I can fix them in a couple of minutes."

"Fine."

Evander stepped forward and took the first position, despite the fact that his class did not give a multiplier to the [Shield Mastery] skill, he knew how to use it perfectly, he just did not have time to raise the skill to the [Uncommon] level at the time of choosing a class. Looking around, he made sure that everyone took their places, leaving the mages in the center. Nodding to himself, he was pleased that no one else remembered the conflict that led to this.

After all, the 3 weeks weren't wasted.

"We move slowly in the direction from which the orc came."

His command was accepted and they began to walk. Evander had considered sending Seth to scout, but decided that it would be cruel of him. He had already sent three people to their deaths today and they would certainly die today, but he could not bring himself to ask for it.

As they rounded the hill slightly, Evander saw thick smoke rising in the distance. He immediately wondered how this could have happened. But he stopped thinking about it when he heard more angry screams through the trees.

Turning his head, he noticed three more orcs rushing towards them, they also had a red aura and showed no hesitation to try and tear them apart. Evander estimated their approximate strength and decided that they were able to deal with them without magic.

"Hold your defense and don't use magic!"

The surrounding people nodded and prepared for the inevitable clash. As the orcs approached them, Evander tried to figure out what form this magic was. Although it was definitely [Spirit Magic], he couldn't imagine how the [Shaman] had enough mana to strengthen all the orcs like that.

Yes, there is definitely something strange about this. It may be sacrificial magic, but what is the condition?

Evander stopped thinking about it and prepared for the blow. The orcs were already a few meters away from him. He extended his shield, as did the other adepts, looking out from behind it to deflect the blow. The orc in front of him quickly swung and lowered his club. Slightly changing his stance, Evander raised his shield and placed it at the right angle so that the blow would slip off it and hit the ground. The other adepts tried to do the same, but one of them broke his arm again. While the orcs tried to raise their weapons, the back line pierced them with spears.

The orc in front of Evander dropped his club after being hit by the spear and struck him with his hand. Evander successfully blocked the blow with his shield, but the orc continued to strike him with his hands. The other orcs were pierced deep enough to be held back and dealt several blows with the sword while Evander continued to fight back with his shield.

Having gotten used to the force and speed of the blow, he estimated that he could successfully block with one hand and drew his sword. Waiting for a strong blow, Evander deflected it and slashed his sword across the orc's chest. He only growled louder and tried to jump at him, but Evander could not give in, as the back line would be completely exposed. Extending his sword forward, the orc jumped at him and pierced himself through the stomach, but was able to grab his shoulder with his hand and pull him to the ground. Evander gritted his teeth in pain as he tried to tear his arm away, but he did not have to experience it for long. The rest of the orcs were killed and several spears and swords slammed into the orc at once, one spear hitting him in the eye and entering his brain, killing him instantly.

Evander took a deep breath and kicked the orc away, Brandon came up to him and helped him up, looking at his shoulder with concern. Evander noticed it and started moving it, feeling pain. Deciding that it was nothing serious, he spoke.

"It's okay. Get ready for more of them!"

The people nodded at his words and continued to walk slowly towards the smoke. While Kaeti was fixing a new fracture. After a few more seconds, they heard a loud run. From behind the trees, 20 orcs appeared that had a red aura.

"Be ready to use flame magic on my signal!"

The orcs ran towards them and the Fire Mages started casting 3 level 4 spells "Flame Spear" right above their heads. But the orcs didn't care, Evander he just shook his head in disappointment, he was sorry that now the orcs were nothing more than dumb monsters. Before, they could at least think.

When the orcs were 50 meters away from them, Evander waved his hand forward. And the Mages fired spells, while the front line covered their faces with shields. When the first spear hit the target, it released a huge explosion of flame and heat, causing the other spells to explode. Everyone's ears were blocked by the explosion and everyone was surprised when, after a few seconds, burning orcs appeared from the flames. There were only a few of them and they were burned beyond recognition, but the red aura made it clear that they were alive. Instead of defending himself, Evander stepped forward and easily cut off the orc's head, the rest did the same, easily finishing off the last ones.

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The people around him began to breathe heavily from the heat, so Evander changed direction and walked around the dead and those who could not rise, some of them still trying to move towards them. It was pitiful to watch, but Evander did not finish them off out of mercy, and moved on.

They managed to move away perhaps 70 meters from the explosion, when they met another orc, and why another one and another. They ran from different directions, surrounding them.

"One shield owner on each of the three sides, mages, prepare your spells, more orcs will be coming soon!"

The orcs charged into the formation but were quickly killed. Evander saw more and more orcs coming into view. He couldn't give any orders as another orc was running towards him. Blocking the blow with his shield, Evander dropped to one knee as he didn't expect the blow to be so strong. The orc swung again but a rock came out of the ground hitting him in the stomach and knocking him back. Evander got back on his feet and lunged, cutting off the orc's head. He saw that now, in the thick of battle, he could no longer cope with command and therefore gave another order.

"Attention, use Magic at your own discretion!"

At the same moment, another orc crashed into him, Evander blocked the blow, taking it first with his sword and then with his shield. Because of this, he felt even more pain in his right shoulder, but he gritted his teeth and swung his sword before the orc could raise his weapon, cutting into his chest. The orc roared in rage and rushed at him, but this time a glowing yellow barrier of holy mana appeared around Evander, successfully absorbing the blow.

Evander gave himself a little more time to recover and activated his [Angel Form] [Uncommon++] enhancement skill. His body began to glow with a gentle, yellow light and was covered in a transparent mana barrier. He immediately felt how all the pain he had previously had passed and that his state of mind had become much calmer. Clenching his sword in his hand, he dispelled the mana barrier and cut off the orc's arm, and with a second quick blow, he cut off his head.

To Evander's right, Brandon was fighting another orc and couldn't get out of the hail of blows, so he lunged and stabbed the orc in the neck. Evander looked back and saw chaos, humans fighting against orcs, but everyone doing it as best they could. Just as he thought about it, a spear of flame flew into a new group of orcs and blew them up.

The orcs were growing in numbers, but Evander was completely calm, the skill kept his emotions in check and allowed him to think clearly, despite the injuries to those around him. He hated this part of the skill, but he understood that it was necessary for situations like this.

Even though he spent the most time learning magic, he was very good at close combat, so today he was going to go all out and not use magic since it was ineffective.

The surrounding people started using magic left and right. Stones, fire blasts and other spells were flying everywhere, mercilessly killing the orcs. While the adepts started using enhancing skills to even out the inequality of forces with the orcs. But their numbers did not decrease, but just the opposite. Evander tried to count their number, but abandoned this idea because due to the surrounding magic and their rapid replenishment, it was pointless. Instead, he was completely drawn into the fight.

Evander made a small lunge and feint, but the orc simply swung his club in a circle, not paying attention to the fact that it cut his arm. Evander used a technique and increased the force of his blow, cutting off his arm without hindrance, and with the next blow, cutting off his head. In place of the killed orc, another one immediately came and hit him with both hands on the shield. Evander's strengthening skill gave the standard five characteristics and a small strengthening due to the barrier of mana, but he strongly felt this blow and how his shoulder began to hurt despite his magic.

The orc began to repeatedly strike the shield, driving Evander into the ground. He decided that this could not continue and created several sharp spikes of holy mana on the shield. With the next strike, the orc pierced his hands and continued to strike the shield, despite the fact that with each strike his hands ceased to be recognizable. Another orc joined him and also struck his shield, breaking the mana constructs.

Evander gritted his teeth and used a technique to push them both away with his shield. Using another technique he moved forward and attacked the healthy orc, cutting off his arm and immediately blocking another blow.

Evander couldn't cope despite all his abilities and characteristics. In such a situation, he could only accelerate the techniques more and get a powerful load on the physique. Blocking the next series of blows, he was going to do just that, but stopped when several ice needles hit the orcs. Turning around, he saw that Liam was fighting with a spear at close range and helping everyone who was having difficulty with magic.

Evander couldn't help but admire him, before yesterday he had more stats and he was confident that he wasn't far behind due to the holy core, but now he was behind and he was willing to admit it.

Turning around, he barely managed to block the orc's new blow, but having done it correctly, he used the technique and slashed at his legs. The orc could no longer stand on them and fell forward, right onto Evander's sword and pierced his throat. Evander wanted to wipe the sweat from his forehead, but the next orc approached him. Evander was more or less accustomed to the fight and occasionally peeked at the other adepts who had kept their formation. He fought and killed orcs, but literally two minutes later he noticed that there were far fewer spells and that the other adepts looked tired. The orcs' offensive simply did not end.

Alistair came up behind him and shouted something loudly while he blocked the blow with his shield. Due to the noise of the battle, he did not hear him at all, although Alistair was very close. Using a technique, Evander cut off the orc's hand and kicked him, trying to push him away, but it was ineffective. The orc tried to hit him with his other hand while he was open, but he blocked it with a mana barrier. Using another technique, Evander pierced the heart with his sword and waited for the red ura to dissipate.

He had already managed to forget that Alistair wanted to tell him something, but the next time he heard him perfectly.

"Evander! Look to the right, where there is most smoke, there is an orc standing there and watching us!"

Evander shifted his gaze to look for new opponents and indeed saw an orc who was simply watching them from behind the trees.

Name: Gig

Race: Orc [Rare] Lvl 78

Класс: Ancestral Spirits Warrior [Uncommon] Lvl 100

Класс: Magician of Goblin [Uncommon] Lvl 58

"Oh, this is not good! Quickly tell Ras to use the strongest spell on him!" Evander shouted back.

The orc looked at him and Evander could make out the expression on his face. A second ago it had been sad and regretful, but now it was boiling with the same rage. The orc growled loudly, so that everyone could hear it, a red aura began to spread across his body and he rushed straight at Evander.

The orc was much faster than the others and covered the distance almost instantly. Evander only managed to create a shield of mana and cover shield with own when the spear strike pierced entire defense. Vanger was lucky that the spear passed right under his hand and did not hit him, but he did not rejoice for long. The orc let go of the spear with one hand and struck the shield with it, breaking it into pieces. Evander tried to prepare a powerful spell, but the next strike of the spear pierced his heart before he even began to weave it.

Instead of finishing him off, the orc pulled out a spear and threw it at the group of people, piercing three of them through and through. In retaliation, many ice shards flew at him, but the orc smashed them all with a light movement of his hands. Taking as much air as he could into his chest, he screamed loudly, causing everyone's eardrums to burst. Evander saw how all the people staggered and some were caught defenseless by a fatal blow the next moment.

Evander was terrified, but his eyes began to close and he could do nothing more, his magic did not respond and his strength completely left body. A portal formed around him and sucked him in, unconscious.

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Liam was preparing his last spell using his spear to take revenge on the orc, but he was hit on the head from behind and lost consciousness. The people who had been holding up well until then began to receive fatal wounds. After Evander's teleportation, in the next five seconds, all the adepts were "dead". The mages tried to use spells and defend themselves, but were overwhelmed by numbers. All of them "died" with great pain on their faces. Some were torn apart by the orcs, their arms and legs torn off. Some were lucky enough to "die" quickly, but the vast majority fought to the last.

He thought about how he could kill everyone here, but he didn't do it for a very obvious reason. If he did that, people would realize that he had 2 [Legendary] skills and his quiet life would come to an end. So he accepted his "death", the strongest orc who had just "killed" Kaeti and Alistair with a quick blow of his spear was moving towards him. For the sake of decency, he quickly ran at him and made a slide cut over his legs, but was simply crushed like an insect. The orc in his rage even did not notice him. Before teleporting, he could only grin self-deprecatingly despite all the pain.