"Who said...we orcs are weak? We are looking for death!"

"Roar~"

A large ceramide appeared in the city, and hundreds of green-skinned orcs who were just the same as before rushed out and surrounded Mavi.

Dillon appeared on the inner city wall with his Tyrannosaurus Rex totem and White Horse totem on his back. The giant horned dragon under him jumped off the inner city wall and fell to the ground to stir up countless dust.

"Mavi!"

"You actually sneak attacked my city. Haha, you underestimate us orcs too much, so let you see what totem power is."

On the other side, the orc prophet was carrying the ancient city Tyrannosaurus totem, blocking the watchmen.

This is the first time the elves fight against an orc shaman!

Both sides are very strange to each other.

The two wooden carved eyes of the ancient city's Tyrannosaurus totem are flashing red.

With the way of praying like a god, the prophet jumped out of his spiritual chains and shot towards the Watchmen's troops.

Most watchers avoided it, but a few of them were hit by the spiritual chain lightning, and their spirits were greatly damaged and they let out a wailing sound.

The prophet yelled: "We can fight against the elves, give me all of you, and all the pigs who dare to escape will be strangled."

"superior!"

Mavi and Dillon looked at the huge and burly orc. Mavi didn't know why, but always felt that he should know him. "You are the chief, right? I advise you to surrender to the elves."

"I'm the chief? Do you really don't know me anymore?"

"ah?"

Dillon was angry.

Mavie frowned. "What are you talking nonsense. We are enemies, and as long as you don't surrender, this will not change."

"Watchmen, the enemy will use rare spiritual spells."

"The whole body uses flashing magic to retreat to the inner city wall and disperse to prevent the opponent's spell, and at the same time bombard the city with flame magic."

The Watchmen immediately forced the use of flashing magic to escape from the spell range of the spiritual chain lightning.

They occupied the high ground and used the Seven Star Flame Spell toward the bottom.

This is the choice to avoid hand-to-hand combat and directly attack.

Use your own strengths to attack the enemy's weaknesses.

Orc troops lacking spell power can hardly resist this spell bombardment.

Each fireball is equal to the power of a grenade, and a seven-star fireball has seven fireballs, so in a short time, the elves release three waves of spells in a row.

It is equivalent to more than three thousand grenades bombing this city.

The city instantly became a purgatory of fire.

The orc prophet said: "Climb up the inner wall, don't be afraid, fight to the last man."

"Damn I'm not very skilled in using totems, otherwise... otherwise..."

"Spiritual chain lightning!"

The red lightning jumped onto the wall, but only hit a few elves.

On the other hand, Dilon fought with Mavie, and the Tyrannosaurus Rex totem improved Dilon's physical fitness five times, and he was originally the best orc warrior.

Therefore, he transformed into a mobile tank.

The hammer is really injured when it is rubbed, and die when it is touched.

Unparalleled!

"Our main force is about to be wiped out, and all the orc troops will support the Prophet."

"Don't worry about me."

The battle between Mavi and Dilon caused many houses to collapse, but all of them were knocked down by Dilon himself.

Mavi's moon blade fell on Dillon's back and cut a shallow thin mark.

Terrifying muscle density.

It actually stopped the sharp blade.

Mavie: "The Fast Blade of the Wind."

Suddenly, the moon blade enveloped the high-speed air and cut open Dilon's back.

The white horse totem behind Dilon suddenly seemed to raise his head up, and Dilon's eyes turned red.

【Bloodthirsty Crazy Technique】

【God-given riding】

Dillon turned his body, and the speed was faster than before. The hammer hit Mavie's arm before Mavie was about to cut her spine.

If Mavi insists on cutting it off and taking his life, Mavi will also be smashed into meat sauce by the orc chief's hammer.

At the critical moment of life and death, Mavie remembered his immortality.

She retreated.

A white light flashed and she appeared ten meters away.

Flashing magic!

Diron took the opportunity to call on his mount. He jumped onto the mount and used amazing riding skills to control this huge creature, passing through the collapsed buildings in the city, and coming to the other side of the battlefield.

"retreat!"

"The Pigman troops are cut off and retreat!"

"retreat!"

The huge army of pigs slowly evacuated, and the orc Diron turned back to look at Mavi. "You will regret it if you have no choice to die with me. I will lead the orcs to glory, and I will become an elf's nightmare."

After several hours, the sun rose.

The adjutant with a gray face found Mavie and said to Mavie: "Sir, why do you only let us clear out the broken rebels, rather than continue to chase orc troops."

"Mahjong Mavi, you..."

She saw Mavi's right hand hanging weakly.

That Lord Mavie is actually injured!

God Father.

That Lord Mavi was actually injured by an orc.

Mavie glared at the adjutant. "Our casualties."

The adjutant said: "We have lost one compatriot in sadness. The spirit of the fifty-seven elves has suffered severe damage and needs cultivation. We cannot provide any combat power for the time being."

"But fortunately it was not a fatal injury, it might take about half a year to recover."

"What is that red lightning that can hurt so many of us."

Mavi shook his head. "From the beginning, I said that we are short of staff, so it's even more appropriate to catch up now."

“We need reinforcements.”

"Although I don't want to admit it, God of Father is above. Indeed, the orcs, the orcs, have become our biggest concern. I must figure out what is happening in the palace now and ask King Augustus for reinforcements."

...

The orc army was retreating rapidly, and the orc prophet almost fell off the back of the ceratops.

Because of his mental exhaustion, he was completely in a state of distraction.

"I have at least half a year and cannot recover my peak combat power."

"Dilon, only orcs like you who are deeply loved by the Father God can use the ancient city Tyrannosaurus totem at will."

"There will not be any backlash."

The prophet said with relief: "We actually killed an elf. Oh my God, we actually..."

Dillon interrupted him. "Come on, count our losses."

After the statistics were released, the orc prophet was silent.

Dillon sneered even more.

"The number of deaths of the pigmen troops was 320,000, and the number of deaths of the orcs was 239. We lost most of the supplies and the largest fortress city."

"Prophet, you have also lost your combat power."

"Oh, this is even just a small elite force of the elves."

Dillon sighed deeply. "What a terrible elf. If I hadn't retreated immediately, we would have been destroyed."

"The other party didn't catch up with us, he was simply scared by us."

"They didn't know how much war potential we still have, so they didn't catch up for a while."

Dillon said: "Prophet, don't be happy too early. My mother has never been a person who can let go. This time we are lucky, and next time! There will be more difficult battles in the future."

"Fight!"

He touched the long and narrow wound on his back.

The wound has begun to heal and scab, and the orcs have very strong self-healing ability.
Chapter completed!