Orcs are the sores on the continent of Blasares . In the eyes of those "civilized races", the way of life of orcs is like that of ferocious animals, and they are more like the evil seeds left by demons on the ground. All countries are always on guard against threats from them and spare no effort to eliminate these creatures. However, they still live on the continent of Blasares , and with their excellent breeding abilities, they can still go their own way, and there are even more and more of them.

But Newton doesn't care about the things recorded in the book. He never uses his brain to think about how the enemy came. All his brain thinks about is how the enemy disappeared. The dwarf held the warhammer in his hand and jumped out of the car with a bang. The village that was attacked was not far away from them.

Although the village has a lot of defensive fortifications, walls and a simple moat surround the place. Several wooden towers can be used for reconnaissance and lookout, and also allow the villagers to have a good range of bows and arrows. But the number of orcs obviously exceeded the village's ability to resist. In the open space outside, many stinking corpses were lying in random directions. The broken arrows pricked the land like a hedgehog, and the blood under the corpse had already condensed into sticky glue, attracting many flies to participate in the last feast of the year.

Mond hid the carriage behind the hill and rushed over to meet everyone. They lay on the grass and looked at the tragedy in front of them.

Half of the entire village had been burned by the fire, and the other half was also smoking. Obviously, the orcs had no choice but to set fire to the tall wooden wall. However, in order to search for food for the winter in the flames, the other half of the village was saved.

However, all that remained were the ruins of the wall, and not a single human soldier could be left alive by the orcs after the wall was breached . The shaggy-haired things were searching among the ruins, sniffing around with their large nostrils. Waves of burning smell came, causing Sokka to cover his little nose.

"What are we waiting for?" Newton's voice was not loud, but full of anxiety: "If there are still survivors there, we can't waste time here!"

"I saw two trolls standing in the north of the village. Close to the creek, where the most villagers were killed or injured." Vincent pointed in a direction for everyone: "They should have moved back by attacking the villagers who fetched water to put out the fire." The disadvantage is eliminated. For those enemies, leave it to Shelley. Her weapons will show those trolls how powerful they are!"

"Then I'll kill them from the front and let them know how powerful I am!" Newton said. However, his suggestion was rejected by Vincent. The mage said: "Newton, you and Mond Knight attack from the west and try to drive the orcs in this village to the east. Sokka and I can scare them here."

"That's fine." Mond said, "But Ms. Shelley is alone. Can she deal with the enemy in the north?"

"Better mind your own business!" Shelley replied, glanced at Vincent and quickly left the hiding hill. At the beginning, Mond could still see Shelley's figure moving among the grass, but after just blinking, the knight could no longer find her trace.

"It turns out she really has a hand, so it will be easier!" Mond took Newton's arm: "Come on, let's go chase the wild boar!"

"I just hope there's still a little bit left alive before they have a chance to escape eastward!" Newton laughed: "Thousands of stones, let's kill these idiots!"

So, only Vincent and Sokka were left quietly on the hill. The little angel looked at the mage for a moment. Take a look at the village for a while. He seemed very nervous. Vincent patted her back gently to help her relax. "In fact, we don't need to do anything. The orcs can't survive their attack."

Although the place Shelley is responsible for is farthest from the starting point.

But because she was the fastest, the battle there started first. With the help of smoke and grass, Shelley quickly and silently approached several trolls who were sheltering from the fire by the river. Even without the cover of night, Shelley, who had been trained as a drow assassin, still perfectly avoided the attention of all enemies, and even their sensitive sense of smell did not have time to react. A black shadow jumped out from behind the grass, and a sharp weapon with electric light instantly stabbed a hole in the troll's head. Before the force of the explosion could take effect, another sword penetrated the second target's eye. Under the cover of two dull rumbles and gray-green debris flying all over the sky, Shelley disappeared from everyone's sight.

"It's so fast!" Vincent was able to see all this with the help of his eyes of insight. He took out the scroll and placed it in the palm of his hand. Said to Sokka: "Anyone who comes close to the illusion I created, you have to shoot, just don't be nervous."

At this time, the orcs only heard two muffled sounds and did not know what happened. Only a few guys standing high in the ruins saw the death of the troll by the river. Although the gray creatures have powerful regeneration capabilities and can grow another one even if their arms are cut off, they have absolutely no ability to fight after suddenly losing their heads. The orcs yelled and told their companions with rude pronunciation and mouthfuls of droplets: "There are enemies by the river. Go and see what's going on!"

Several guys dropped the pieces of meat from their mouths. The blood-stained things were obviously not food made by humans. If it wasn't the horses that fell dead on the battlefield, it was the dead villagers. For the orcs , the food obtained from the barn has the same status as the corpses dragged back from the battlefield. Some of them even believe that by eating powerful enemies, they can gain their power, thereby making themselves stronger.

Taking heavy steps, the orc walked towards the north waving his ax, throwing down a lot of sticky blood residue in the air. But with the dull breathing and chattering, Shelley could clearly determine the enemy's location even with her eyes closed. The three short darts quickly passed through the grass blades and flew to three different targets at the same time, aiming at the parts used by the orcs to make noise. Before the other companions could react, the three orcs were already holding their throats, looking at the black blood gurgling from their fingers with disbelief, and died.

If it were night, no one would have noticed such an attack. From the beginning to the end of the attack, the enemy was not given a chance to call for help. Everything was carried out quietly and fatally.

The few guys who survived roared, cursing the "hiding coward, coward, disgusting dungworm" in the language of the orcs . Because in their language, this type of vocabulary is too rich to be described in detail using human language, so there will be no further explanation here.

The war cry of the dwarves sounded almost at the same time as the roar of the orcs . This is also the time when Newton cuts down the first enemy. He almost never stopped, charging and attacking into one movement. Although he was short in stature, the momentum provided by his thick body was completely combined with the power of his waving arms. The orcs could not withstand such an attack at all.

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"Here's the stone, let me show you the power of Newton the Red Beard!" The dwarf used his war hammer to smash the enemy's knees and head in sequence, and then used the same method to kill the next guy who dared to stand in front of him. "You guys are stinking black things, and your heads are full of disgusting horse dung! These maggots that eat carrion! These big rats that drink blood! These guys..."

Sometimes, the way dwarves speak is difficult to translate into other languages.

In comparison. Mond Knight's offensive method is much more "formal". He pulled out a short spear from his back and threw it hard at the enemies holding crossbows, giving them a chill first. After observing the enemy's distribution, he took out the huge family sword, rushed into the orcs' formation, and protected Newton beside him as he advanced step by step.

" Sword of the Evil Slayer, what you are stained with today is the blood of orcs!" Mond blocked the enemy's attack and cut off their fingers, and then the enemy's head. "It's not a fire-breathing dragon, or a giant catching lightning. However, what you killed was still an evil monster. This is definitely worthy of the glory you have received!"

The sudden attack disrupted the orcs ' deployment, and the appearance of these rebels suddenly excited the orcs who were still searching for loot. Blood, and only blood, can really stimulate the nerves of these militants. They left behind the boring task of digging. He rushed forward brandishing an ax and a stone club .

Shelley has broken away from the assassination attack mode, and that speed obviously cannot meet the needs of the battle. Although they finally saw the attacker's appearance, the orcs still couldn't capture the attacker's attack route. Shelley used his agile skills to constantly move through the orc team . Although he didn't take many shots, every attack was sure to take away an enemy's life. The orcs attacked the beating shadow, sweeping or slashing it diagonally, but those who were defeated were either the afterimage or their own companions. This kind of walk seems very dangerous, but Shelley can only use this method to avoid the crossbowmen standing on the roof of the house.

　　The orcs do not have the technology to make crossbows, but they can rob them from human warriors. These weapons that originally belonged to the villagers were not suitable for use by orcs . Just the small trigger made the orcs with thick fingers very troubled .

A sparse barrage of crossbow arrows came over. Although the accuracy is not very good, it can cause a lot of trouble to several attackers involved in the battle.

The task of destroying them is given to the direction with the strongest long-range damage. Sokka had already drawn his bow and arrow without waiting for Vincent to remind him. Compared to the agile "troublemaker", the huge orc standing motionless seemed to be standing in front of Sokka's bow and arrow. How could he miss it? The Xiangang 's eyesight and their outstanding bow and arrow skills can stand out among all races, and Sokka has undergone rigorous training, and now his shots are naturally accurate.

When shooting the first arrow, the little angel was still a little hesitant. But then. She gradually became accustomed to such a battlefield environment. Although the Angels of Dawn are kind and gentle, they still become very majestic and cruel when they encounter evil forces . This is why they are known as "battle angels" among many celestial creatures. Once the hatred of evil creatures in Sokka's blood breaks out, she is almost unstoppable.

In just three or four breaths, the orcs' crossbows no longer had any power. Their crossbowmen were all pierced through the heads by angels and fell from the roof. The main responsibility for this effect lies with the mage Vincent. First, he made a treasure bow with extremely high penetrating power, and then asked Sokka to aim at flying balls and shoot them all day long. Unknowingly, the angel made it a habit to aim at round objects and shoot arrows.

After this round of attacks, no orcs will climb higher. They could only use familiar melee weapons and launched a counterattack in the village alleys.

However, this suits Vincent very well. The scroll that the mage unfolded was the spell "Summoning Black Tentacles". It lasts a long time and doesn't require the mage to aim like an archer at all. As long as a street is covered with summoned ghost tentacles, you can watch the show in peace.

Like the tentacles of an octopus living deep under the sea, Vincent's spell also has the function of attracting to the enemy and pulling it. But what they pull is not the flesh and blood on the body, but the power hidden in the muscles. Just cling to them for a while. You will feel weak in your legs and feet and have difficulty breathing. Then he slowly began to feel dizzy, unable to control his body's balance, and eventually fell and passed out. Although this spell does not distinguish between friend and foe, Vincent believes that neither the tough dwarf Newton nor Shelley, who has both angel and dark elf blood, including the paladin Mond, will be almost unaffected by this spell. But those orcs who are weak to magic resistance. You will suffer a big loss.

At first, these tentacles did not attract the attention of the orcs. They regarded these things as illusions to scare people. But soon they felt something strange. Physical fatigue prompted them to attack these black tentacles, and many orcs used axes to chop at the attachments on their legs. However, how could their crude weapons have the ability to attack phantoms? In the end, the orcs just split their legs in two and fell down faster.

"These strange black things must be Vincent's work!" Newton knocked down the twenty-fifth orc, and he focused on the big ones to attack. "If this continues, I won't be able to enjoy it any longer soon!"

Mond said nothing, trying to stay as close to the dwarf as possible. After causing area damage. Only then can they play the role of driving away enemies. The orcs gradually showed panic expressions. But now they still have a numerical advantage, so they will not retreat yet.

"As long as you persist a little longer, you can achieve your goal!" Mond pulled out his sword from an orc's chest. The blood stained on it quickly dripped down, leaving no residue at all.

Vincent cast a spell, placing the final weight on the orcs' nerves stretched to the limit. He chanted a spell and created a complex illusion: the rain of arrows shot from the woods knocked down many orcs (these orcs were also part of the phantom), and then many human warriors appeared in the open grassland, and they quickly They gathered into a phalanx, and then rushed towards the village together.

Admittedly, there are still many loopholes in this hasty spell, but it is enough to deceive the stupid orcs . On the battlefield. Who in the rush would pay close attention to the face of the guy who fell next to him? Just the thought that they might be in the same situation is enough to make them collapse. The orcs cheered and ran towards the east. Not only was it the direction of their occupied area, it was also the direction where there were no killers, no dwarves and knights, and no tentacles.

"As for charging up to five times, we can completely eliminate the group of orcs." Vincent roughly estimated the fleeing enemies, after excluding the number that had basically no fighting power. He came to the previous conclusion. "Now, this battle is over."

The black tentacle spell was quickly lifted, and Vincent erected a wall of fire on the east side of the village to prevent the orcs from returning . He and Sokka slowly walked towards the ruins, not forgetting to comfort the angel who was a little over-excited on the way.

Newton used his war hammer to hit the seemingly complete orc corpses again to ensure that they were all completely dead. The Mond knight wandered among the ruins, shouting slogans such as "Is there anyone there? The enemies have been wiped out! Who needs help?"

"Shelley, are you injured?" Vincent rushed over and asked. After all, the area she was responsible for was not covered by other people, so it was relatively difficult. But Shelley just shook her head and asked in surprise: "How is that possible?"

"Okay, then the eradication of the orcs should have come to an end. Now let's see if there are any survivors under the rubble." Vincent found two buckets under a broken log and called out the "troublemaker". After just looking at each other twice, the constructed ball with eight arms took the bucket and quickly flew towards the river to the north of the village.

"Leave the job of putting out the fire to it. We need to take a closer look at this place." Vincent's eyes and Sokka's nose became the most useful tools here, while Newton and Mond continued to lift open the ruins. Wreckage, searching for the space below.

Shelley began to collect things that could still be used in the village, mainly food and various tools. In her memory, the orcs , like the dark elves, never left anyone alive during the war. Such searches were just a waste of time.

Walking from the beginning of the village to the end, Vincent had given up hope. The orcs searched the village quite thoroughly, and no one survived. With their sensitive noses, it's not hard for those disgusting things to do that. Now, just wait for the cavalry from the east to come back, and then you can say goodbye to this village completely.