the only savior

Chapter 963 Orc Attrition Tactics

Bloodlust is one of the totem spells of the orc shaman.

After using it, it can add a violent and bloodthirsty state to the orcs within a certain range, and the combat power is greatly increased, which is somewhat similar to Zhang Xiaoman's sword formation skills.

At this time, the group of orc warriors, after being blessed with bloodthirsty by the old shaman, rushed towards the area where Rommel was in a frenzy.

There are nearly a thousand orcs within the area covered by the bloodthirsty technique, and they all launched a desperate charge at the king's personal guards at this moment.

Facing such a crazy opponent, even the king's personal guards were in a hurry.

However, it is not that there are no mages on the human race.

Among the king's personal guards, there are quite a few light mages, all of them took out their wands and cast spells at this moment.

"Holy blessing!"

"Physical recovery!"

"Strengthen the will!"

"Enhanced stamina!"

The mages of the light department applied a large number of buffing skills to the surrounding friendly forces, which boosted their morale, and they fought with those berserk orcs screaming.

"Chain Lightning!"

As soon as the old shaman raised his hand, a slender bolt of lightning shot into the place where the guards were densest.

"what!!"

A series of screams rang out.

The lightning instantly chained dozens of soldiers together, and the powerful current directly penetrated their armor, scorching the flesh and blood inside.

However, this lightning did not have the function of identifying friend or foe, and many unlucky orcs died under his attack.

"Zizi..."

In the end, the chain of lightning stopped when it touched an old man in a black robe.

The violent thunder and lightning only sparked a spark on his robe, which was immediately eliminated by a burst of blue ripple-like shield.

"Afanasy!"

When Romel saw this person, he couldn't help showing a happy expression on his face.

Afanasy, the great magician of the royal family of Edron, has the strength of the eighth level, and is also Romel's advisor.

Afanasy nodded at the young emperor, and then quickly chanted.

Immediately afterwards, when he raised his hand, an ice-blue light bloomed from his palm, sinking into the most densely populated area of ​​orcs.

In an instant, bursts of ice burst out, freezing the legs of all the orcs over there, unable to move while standing in place, and could only be hacked and killed by human soldiers.

Seeing this scene, the old shaman was very anxious.

He suddenly opened his hands, chanted something, and a small storm began to gather in front of him.

Romel, who has a certain understanding of the orc shaman, immediately understood what spell the other party wanted to cast, and couldn't help shouting:
"Interrupt him! He wants to summon the storm element!"

At this moment, dozens of Griffin Knights flew over the sky, and immediately threw nearly a hundred Thunderbolt Hammers condensed from grudges towards the old shaman.

"Boom boom boom boom!"

The violent energy fell on the old shaman's body in an instant.

His protective spells hardly played any role, and he was directly overwhelmed by this point kill.

The old shaman didn't even make any movement to struggle, and died on the spot.

A seventh-rank shaman died on the battlefield like an ant.

In such a battle, unless the strength can reach the ninth level, it really can't make any big waves.

When the quantity reaches a certain level, there will also be a qualitative change.

The death of the old shaman immediately made the animal bone battle flag lose its protection.

Rommel cut it with just one sword, removing the effects of the bloodthirsty technique.

The orcs gradually woke up from the berserk state, the red blood in their eyes dissipated, and their movements began to slow down.

The king's personal guards on Rommel's side regained their advantage and wiped out the enemies in this area with absolute power.

This time the orcs sent about 5 vanguard troops to attack, and not all of the forces dispatched by the alliance did not exceed [-].

Facing the attrition tactics of the orcs, they need to preserve their strength.

Especially the mana resources of the mage group, once all the mana is used up, those mages will basically be useless.

Fortunately, the Alliance still has a strong air force. The Griffon Knights sent a lineup of nearly 200 people to sweep the formation in the air, causing heavy casualties to the orcs wherever they passed.

The alliance side gradually showed an advantage. When the battle lasted for 32 minutes, nearly one-third of the orcs' effective forces had been wiped out.

"High Priest... Do we really want to give up on them... They are our compatriots..."

On the watchtower of the orc army, a priest couldn't bear to look in the direction of the battlefield, and turned his head to ask Gregor, the high priest of the orc, anxiously.

Greg, on the other hand, stared at the two groups of people who were fighting without changing his expression. He just shook his head and said in a deep voice:

"They are all warriors of the orcs. Their king of sacrifice will remember them, and the whole tribe of orcs will also remember them..."

The shaman's heart sank after hearing these words, knowing that the high priest really wanted to give up on them completely.

"hold head high!!"

At this time, a roar sounded from the distant sky, and the orc shaman looked up in surprise, and then his face changed drastically.

"Chimera! They sent a Chimera! High Priestess! The men we sent over lack airpower! This is definitely not something they can fight! Bring them back quickly! This is not a battle of glory at all, this is simply I'm dying!"

However, no matter how anxious he was, Greg was unmoved in the slightest.

In the end, the great shaman got a little annoyed by hearing it, so he simply waved him away.

On the other side, in the direction of Kuhan City.

In the sky, a Chimera with wings hundreds of meters long flew down from a nearby mountain, followed by more than 30 elven hippogryphs as guards.

Chimera is the largest dragon in existence, and its size is comparable to the Fengpeng that Zhang Xiaoman once rode.

However, unlike Fengpeng's docile monster, Chimera's fighting power did not live up to its size.

The huge body contains incomparable power, every adult chimera's strength is above the eighth level, although it is a sub-dragon, it is definitely not inferior to an adult dragon.

It's just a pity that the huge body also makes it extremely difficult to fly.

It has almost no ability to fight dragons in the air, and can only be used to bomb ground units on a large-scale battlefield.

Fortunately, the elves usually equip the Chimera with hippogryphs as a guard unit and dispatch them collectively, just like fighter jets accompanied by bombers.

This kind of Hippogryph has a very strong ability to fight in the air, especially when fighting in a team, even the giant dragon has to stay away.

At this moment, after seeing the appearance of the Chimera, the soldiers on the orc side obviously had some commotion.

Of course the orcs knew what a chimera was. After seeing the chimera released by the alliance, the orcs, who were desperate to fight, began to feel a little guilty.

"hold head high!!"

Chimera roared again, the sound was so long that it shocked Baili.

It is the druids of the elves who are responsible for establishing communication with the Chimera, and only in this way can the existence of protecting nature be recognized by them.

Under the guidance of the druid on his back, the Chimera flew directly to the back row of the orc vanguard as soon as it appeared.

The thunder and lightning surged out of its mouth, and terrifying thunderbolts fell from the sky. Each blow could cover a large area, and instantly wiped out most of the orcs.

From the start of the battle to the present, about four and ten minutes have passed.

But the first three 10-minute fights were not as efficient as the orcs after the Chimera came out in the next few minutes.

Finally, under such a one-sided massacre, the orcs no longer had the courage to fight, and began a frantic rout.

"Hahaha! We won! We won!"

Some soldiers couldn't help shouting excitedly.

The commander ordered to take advantage of the opportunity to hunt down, this is the best time to eliminate the opponent's vital force.

The panicked orcs threw away their armor and fled back - but they didn't have much equipment themselves - until they were about to run to their camp, and they breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as you go a little further, you will be safe, and the crossbow arrows in the camp are also a big threat to Chimera.

However, at this moment, a scene that made them extremely surprised but extremely desperate appeared.

I saw that my former companions raised their spears at him at this moment, and the formation was arranged in a defensive posture.

At first they thought that these orcs did this to cover their retreat and wanted to snipe the alliance army behind them.

As a result, it wasn't until those former companions attacked them mercilessly that they realized belatedly that they had been abandoned.

"The Horde of Orcs has no need for fleeing cowards!"

A commander stood in front of them, delivering the words of the great shaman.

Some orcs rushed forward a few steps in disbelief, but were shot and killed one after another.

At this time, all the orcs who had fled back finally understood one thing.

That's the situation I'm in now, and it's a complete dead end.

Now there are wolves in front and tigers in back, and they have nowhere to go.

There was no angry curse as imagined, and the orcs fell silent.

"The orc race has no cowards..."

I don't know which orc suddenly said such a sentence, and all the other orcs also showed firm expressions at this time.

"The orc race has no cowards!!"

They stopped running away, and all the orc soldiers turned around at this moment, facing the alliance army that was chasing them.

"Fighting is glory!"

"Blood is a funeral!"

"Orcs! Never back down!"

A group of orcs roared one after another, brandishing the damaged weapons in their hands and rushing towards the alliance army.

In this battle, the orc's resistance was beyond the expectation of the alliance commander, but the whole situation of the battle did not change much.

Despite having firm beliefs, in the face of the gap in absolute power, these beliefs can't change anything.

The Chimera's bombardment knocked out a large area of ​​the remaining orcs in one encounter, and the remaining two or three big cats and kittens were all killed by the swarming Alliance soldiers.

In the end, when the battle ended, none of the [-] orc army survived.

The druid on the Chimera originally wanted to guide the giant beast to flatten the orc camp behind it, but just as it approached, dozens of ballistas were already aimed at it.

At the same time, hundreds of wind cavalry appeared in the sky above the orc camp. Such a lineup made the druid stop his progress immediately.

Chimera has returned, and the alliance's first confrontation with the orcs has come to an end.

Looking at the corpses of orcs lying everywhere on the battlefield, the commander of the alliance couldn't help but fell silent.

This was the most shocking battle they had experienced so far, and the last brave resistance of the orcs moved them greatly and won their respect.

Some soldiers of the alliance took off their helmets and saluted the opponents before leaving, and there were also many people who lost relatives and friends in the battle just now and were unwilling to do so.

In short, when the sun completely set, the first battle between the Alliance and the Orcs was considered a victory.

After going back, according to statistics, the alliance side wiped out more than [-] enemies in this battle, and more than [-] of its own casualties.

Among them, more than [-] people died on the spot, more than [-] people were seriously injured, more than [-] people were slightly injured, and dozens of people were missing.

Among them, the Mage Corps and the Griffin Knight also consume a lot.

The energy of more than 300 people has been exhausted, and they can only rotate other teams to play in the next battle.

This is what the orcs are for.

The loss of 5 people is just a drop in the ocean for the orc army with a total number of millions, but it can be exchanged for a large amount of consumption by the alliance.

If all the troops were dispatched to charge up at once, then those saints would be able to cause terrifying effective damage as long as they ran over and threw a lot of forbidden spells in a large area.

Therefore, the alliance cannot afford such consumption, and it will definitely be dragged down after a long time.

"Do the orcs want to compare consumption?"

When Zhang Xiaoman heard the news, his face looked a little weird.

"I heard that their army is close to 300 million. If it is more expensive, their logistics should not be able to keep up?"

He raised his own doubts.

McAvey gave a wry smile, shook his head and said:
"Mages have the art of creating food, and the shamans of the orcs can also. Although the food is hard to swallow and has no nutrition, it can still temporarily fill the stomach..."

"Besides, the orcs don't need to delay with us for too long. An offensive like this only needs to be done once or twice a day... No, it only needs to be done once a day. In less than seven days, we will completely Falling into a passive..."

Hearing what the other party said, Zhang Xiaoman also came to his senses.

He hasn't been here for a long time, and he doesn't know much about the spells in this world, but this is the first time he's heard of such things as creating food.

If this is the case, the situation will indeed be as McAvey feared, and the alliance's army is likely to be dragged down by repeated wheel battles.

(End of this chapter)