I'm not that kind of orc

The dense herd of beasts in the sky once again shone with dots of light, and the enemy launched a second wave of offensive without waiting.

Seeing that we were going to be baptized by another wave of spells, Miria suddenly drew out his sword and swiped in front of him, summoning a defensive barrier to protect himself, and shouted at the same time: "Set up your shields for me! You bastards! Save that thing for skiing!?"

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then they reacted one after another. While neatly raising the shields in their hands, they shouted in unison: "Yes! Miss Miruiya!!"

What a gangster... I've never heard them sound so loud when I'm giving orders.

I have to say that as expected of a veteran who rolled on the battlefield of the Abyss War, Miriah's on-the-spot reaction was faster than any of us, and everyone who was caught off guard by shouting shouted immediately responded.

I also took off the shield on my back and lifted it up, and a ball of fire just fell on the top of my head.At this moment, the Holy Light Prayer engraved on the shield suddenly ignited a bright light. With the shield mixed with legendary metal as the carrier, a translucent holy shield emerged, covering the shield, and the fireball was instantly dissolved when it hit it. without a trace.

This thing is really useful. It turns out that the equipment can play such a powerful advantage when the funds and technology are abundant, which is completely different from the past when we wore animal skins and wielded oak shields and iron axes with wooden handles.

But at this moment, I suddenly realized a terrible thing - Tilawa didn't have a shield.

The shields that the paladins entrusted to the dwarves to make for us are also counted on the basis of the head. Miriam and Tilawa who joined temporarily did not have this equipment.Miria, who is proficient in spells, can also cover herself with a magic shield, but Tilawa probably doesn't have this ability.

I turned my head and looked around, and soon I saw Tilawa riding a beast soul running around not far away, dodging the arrow rain in a panic.Within a few seconds, a dark green will-o'-the-wisp slashed straight down at her, and the beast spirit she was riding had just barely brushed against a flying arrow, and there was no time to dodge it.

In desperation, she could only jump off the beast soul's back with a spear in hand, allowing the beast soul to be wrapped in will-o'-the-wisps.Although she narrowly escaped the blow, she also lost her mount.

I immediately rushed over with the wolf and stretched out a hand to her: "Tilava, come up!!"

Tilawa reacted quickly, grabbed my hand and jumped onto the back of the wolf, and I covered her and me with a shield.

"Master Brock..." In this situation, Tilawa could only lean in my arms, feeling at a loss for a moment.

"I'm sorry, the plate armor is a little bit tight. It's an emergency. I'll give you this shield when I summon the 'Ancestral Heroic Spirit', and then summon the beast soul for you again." I spoke to comfort her.

"It's okay, it's okay! I don't mind at all!" Tilawa hurriedly shook her head, her voice lowered again, "It's better to say, I think it's still..."

"What else?" I asked absent-mindedly, focusing on resisting the attack from the sky.

"No no no no." She shook her head again.

I glanced at the sky and deeply felt that the situation seemed not very optimistic.

The more destructive things at hand seem to be the only helmets made by dwarves.But this distance is probably not the height that can be hit by throwing.The enemy also seemed to be aware of our lack of real air-to-air means, and instead of letting the beasts dive down, they kept concentrating on the sky and hovering at a certain height, suppressing us with long-range attacks.

Although the defensive effect of these shields and armor is very good, it is impossible to run fast in this state of being beaten all the time. When the enemy's next wave of chasing troops comes, I am afraid that the entire army will inevitably be wiped out.

"Tilava, do you have any props that can hit them?" I asked Tilawa.

Tilawa thought for a while, then shook his head: "I'm sorry, there seems to be no useful props..."

"You don't have to apologize, it's my lack of ability."

Sure enough, it's not that easy to solve...

Tilawa was silent for a while, then suddenly raised his hand and put it on the shield, a cloud of blood mist appeared on the outside of the shield instantly, and the blood mist gathered into a falcon, flapping its wings and soaring upwards, rushing towards the herd of beasts in the sky.

"What are you doing?" I was a little surprised.

"Yes, I'm sorry, I just want to...do what I can..." Tilawa shrank her neck.

"..."

In the tribe of orcs, the fighting will of female warriors has never been inferior to that of men.Tilawa, too, has been working hard to get results in battle.Probably because he felt a little sorry for being protected, so he tried to summon the beast soul to attack the enemies in the sky.

But this kind of clumsy effort can't change the bad situation. With the level of beast soul summoning she just learned, she can't summon a monster of the level of the Thunder Sculpture, and even a group of Thunder Sculptures, facing the dark clouds in the sky A piece of synthetic beast is also helpless.

The wild falcons she summoned can be regarded as birds of prey in the south, but can only be regarded as small birds in the north. They can only survive in the wild of giant beasts through the habit of collective hunting. The orcs will train them to become A letter eagle delivering letters and objects.

The only thing worthy of praise for a single Wilderness Falcon is the flexibility of its flight. I saw that Falcon flipped around to avoid magic and arrows, and rushed into the herd, but it couldn't be lifted like a pebble thrown into the ocean. what waves.

With my Living Fire level, I can summon a group of enemies, but even if I can get the enemies, it's useless if I don't have enough attack power... Use...

Um?and many more!

A flash of inspiration penetrated my consciousness.

"This is it! Thanks to you Tilawa!!" I cheered loudly.

『;空!白』:.6989.'2:5:8,;5.0

"Huh?" Tilawa was confused.

I immediately summoned the beast soul, and large groups of blood mist surged above my head, and finally turned into a whole group of falcons.

Blasting is Art (4)

Go, Wild Falcon!It's up to you! !

"Master Bullock, what are you going to do?" Tilawa shouted in surprise.

"Brothers, take off your helmets and throw them into the sky!"

I didn't have time to answer her, I roared immediately after casting the beast soul summoning, then I grabbed my helmet and threw it into the sky, letting one of the falcon beast souls grab it.

"Oh!!"

Although I probably haven't fully figured out my intentions, as elite fighters, all the brothers followed the order and acted immediately, following my example and taking off their helmets and throwing them into the sky.

The wild falcon's beast soul scattered from the blood mist, one by one, passed over each wolf cavalry, grabbed the long tassel to take the helmet away, and then flew to the sky against the rain of arrows herd.

The magic bullets and flying arrows fell into the dense falcons, but they passed through like water through a sieve, and few of them were shot down.

Wild falcons are gregarious birds of prey. In the Wild of Giant Beasts, they rely on numbers and flexibility to make up for their lack of size. They are good at besieging targets from different directions. It is not easy to shoot them with flying props.

The wild falcons flew up and down, and some of them grabbed our helmets-those helmets that I thought were funny at the beginning, and would send these unsuspecting enemies to death.

The enemy really didn't notice it at all, and the array of synthetic beasts didn't mean to disperse at all.For the enemy, these falcons are like infantry attacking a chariot in front of synthetic beasts. They only need to use a little defensive magic to make these beasts helpless.Taking a step back...who would have imagined how aggressive those helmets could be?

From their point of view, of course they have no reason to disperse. On the contrary, after dispersing, some people may be besieged by falcons.

Well, the only reason you will fail is because of dense formation - it would be an unforgivable mistake!

At that time, our queue had been dispersed, and even if the helmet accidentally fell off, we had plenty of time to escape.

Soon, the flying falcons poured into the group of synthetic beasts in the sky—although it looked like a dense mass of darkness, there was actually a certain distance between them, which was completely enough for these falcons to go through the air.

Then, I control the wild falcon to tear those helmets in the air, just like they usually snatch prey from each other in the sky.From the very beginning, I summoned nearly twice as many beast souls as the number of helmets. One reason is to let some of them act as meat shields to interfere with the enemy's line of sight and resist the rain of arrows, and to facilitate the activation of the beast souls with empty claws. The detonating mechanism on the helmet.

Soon, the scene I expected was staged before our eyes: countless fireballs bloomed in the sky like festive fireworks, accompanied by thunderous bangs—the explosion power of these helmets was actually several times that of those we used before Weapons, and the effect is really like fireworks, these flames actually have several colors.The herd of dozens of synthetic beasts was instantly engulfed by the burst of flames, and half of the sky was dyed with colorful lights.

Fireworks are considered a rare commodity in this continent, and only dwarven technicians who are good at tinkering with minerals know how to make them.In the tribe of orcs, if they want to see fireworks, they can only buy a barrel from human merchants at a high price at the most solemn festival when the tribe is relatively well-off. They are all precious memories.

I've lived for 20 years and can count the number of times I've seen fireworks on one hand. I didn't expect such a spectacular show today.

All the orcs present were stunned, and involuntarily moved their shields away a little and looked up at the sky. Their eyes met the gorgeous fireworks that bloomed one after another in just a few seconds.

At this moment, everyone's face was illuminated by the fire, and the brilliant flame color was reflected in their eyes.Tilawa also nestled in front of me, quietly watching this scene.

Everyone was reminded of the good memories of watching fireworks when they were children. The grand occasion of the tribal festivals in the past seemed to be close at hand. There were fireworks, bonfires, clansmen celebrating with war dances, and the aroma of barbecue wafting around.

It really smells like a fucking barbecue—burned limbs and ashes falling from the sky in the firelight. This heavy scene brings us back to reality collectively in less than two seconds.

"What are you all doing? Get moving! Do you want to be crushed to death by a corpse?" Miria, the only one who didn't care about the beautiful scenery, shouted immediately after the explosion subsided.

We acted immediately to avoid the corpses falling from the sky.

... Well, to be fair, those dwarves are free enough to turn the explosives in their helmets into the color of fireworks, so why don't they equip us with a few more weapons?In other words, why are the helmets with the most explosive power the least likely to be used?

But no matter what, this time I really have to thank the dwarves for their technical support. After this wave of explosions, the sky became a little cleaner in an instant, and only a few synthetic beasts with less injuries were left barely flying in the sky.

As for the warlocks and archers riding on the back of synthetic beasts, none of them were spared.Explosions at close range have overwhelming lethality. A strong synthetic beast will be blown to pieces, and an ordinary human body will naturally not be able to sustain it.The dwarf's blasting technique is really practical on the battlefield.

Such a small number can no longer pose any threat to us. Seeing that the remaining injured synthetic beasts did not intend to rush down to fight us to the death, they flew towards the camp with a trombone.

"It's amazing, Master Brock! You can still have such a skill!!" Tilawa turned her head, her eyes were shining like stars, "I admire you even more!!"

"Amazing big brother! You will always be my big brother!!" Wacker also waved an ax not far away and shouted at me, and the other brothers also cheered together.

"Don't, don't..." I waved my hands again and again, a little embarrassed by their high hats - of course I was a little happy in my heart.

At this time, Mi Ruiya suddenly stroking the sword at the side and said expressionlessly: "That's right, I want to promise myself."

Everyone laughed, it was just a joke, and the scene was full of joy.

I was the only one who was frightened by this guy, glanced over tremblingly, and saw Miria staring at me, licking my lips imperceptibly.

... Please, this pervert is serious!

"Okay, let's go back!" I immediately waved my hand, ready to be a class teacher.

"Oh, brother, are you ashamed?" Wake leaned over with a cheap smile and whispered, apparently to make me happy, "I think Miss Miria is pretty good!"

This brat... I'll stab you to death with a fucking spear!

An elf who doesn't want to be an orc coach is not a good knight (1)

In the two days after returning from the raid, Yinhui Fortress was not attacked by the enemy again, even the long-range strikes that had made us terrified for a while stopped.We, who were once pressed by the enemy's main force, finally got a real respite.

In terms of results, the result of me leading my brothers into the enemy's formation and making a big fuss did not reverse the difference in combat power between the enemy and us in the slightest.But it also really hit the enemy's arrogance, and also enhanced our morale.

The status of the orc squad that carried out this operation heroically in the entire fortress has also risen accordingly. Now when we walk in the fortress, there will always be dwarf soldiers and human knights greeting us enthusiastically.

Then the other change is that the popularity of Miriya in our place has greatly increased.

Today, she is not only ignored when she enters or exits the orc camp at will, but also receives an unusually warm welcome.It made me feel anxious every time I stayed in my own camp, for fear that I would suddenly hear other people greeting her.

Today is the same, when I was preparing my equipment in the tent, I heard bursts of enthusiastic greetings from outside.

"Miss Miria is also very early today!"

"Sister Miria, our team is going to have a test training, do you want to come and practice together?"

"Oh? Are you looking for Brother Brock? Let me find it for you..."

...and finally it was Wacker's voice.

Fine, get out of here—I'll put down my gear right away and get ready to leave this camp in a hurry.

Unfortunately, at this moment, Wack opened the curtain and poked his head in: "Ah, brother, you are here! Sister Miriah—"

"Just say I'm not here!" I made a silent gesture to him with a serious face.

Wacker was taken aback for a moment, and opened his mouth to ask, but he swallowed his words when he saw my unusually determined eyes. In the end, he didn't ask any more questions, and nodded with an expression of "Okay, no problem, brother". Turned around and went out.

Everything is kept silent, as expected, my good brother understands me best...

I was moved for a few seconds when I heard Wack's loud voice from outside: "I'm sorry, sister Miria, brother said he's not here!"

Wacker! ! !