Although the orcs suffered great casualties in the attack. At this time, at least one-fifth of the orcs who participated in the attack had already suffered casualties, under the influence of the war drum, these orcs still maintained high morale. They did not care about casualties, nor were they shaken by Abel's powerful magical blow. They frantically charged towards the high wall, like ants devouring prey, gradually eroding the defense line of the Frost Wolf tribe.

Although there are Galada, Regul and Nadal on the high walls to support the defense line, the casualties of ordinary soldiers still cause loopholes to the entire defense line to continue to appear, and the situation is getting worse and worse. The precarious defense line seems to be at risk of collapse at any time.

If reinforcements appear or there is a new turning point in the battle, the defeat of the Frost Wolf Tribe seems to be foreseeable.

Although there are not no reinforcements, even the reinforcements sent by the Gangye Tribe that are closest to cannot arrive so quickly. It is undoubtedly unlikely to make the situation turn around and hope for the emergence of reinforcements.

For the Frost Wolf Tribe, the only way to change the current situation is to make breakthroughs on its own, destroy the war drums that support the attack of the orc army, or cause huge trouble to the orc army, forcing them to retreat.

Reguer, who is capable of breaking through, must support the defense line on the high wall at this time, and Galada and Nadal cannot make any moves. If they want to make a breakthrough, only Abel has the strength to make a breakthrough and can also pull out his hands.

Without hesitation, Abel made a decision and ordered the two puppets around him to guard him from alchemy war horses. Abel controlled the magical mechanical armor, took a deep breath, and launched an assault under the high wall.

Four giant slashing swords set off a whirlwind of blades, easily tearing a bloody path among the orcs.

Because he was stepping on the orc's head, even the six "slim" long legs of the metal giant scorpion could easily penetrate the orc's head, but this was useless. While killing an orc, three new orcs often appeared. It seemed that because of seeing Abel, the mage, come down from the high wall, the orcs around Abel were constantly rushing towards him, wanting to destroy him.

Facing the orcs that were swarming in, Abel did not feel afraid. Perhaps it was because of the nature of a man or because of the orc war drums, Abel felt that he seemed to have become more warlike. The blood splashed in front of him not only did not make him feel uncomfortable, but instead made him even more excited, making him want to release his desire for destruction and destruction to the fullest.

Many people are very disgusted with war. Originally, Aiber was the same. He hated violence and blood, but Aiber did not reject some games that should be included in the restricted level, and even had great enthusiasm for some games that were unparalleled in mowing.

This is not a question of Aiber's personality, but a wild nature of human beings as a terrifying erectus ape, rooted in genes. Originally, after human beings had wisdom and reason through evolution, these wildnesses had been bound and suppressed by various moral and social norms, but they did not die. When human beings are stimulated, they will burst out, such as now.

The orc blood splattered with fishy smell. On the battlefield where the bloody smell filled, the orc's war drums kept ringing, as if hitting Abel's heart, making his heart beat faster and his blood boiled, and his whole body seemed to be shrouded in a strange atmosphere and became excited.

This is not because Abel was disturbed by the original spells on the orc war drums, but in this environment, he was involuntarily affected by the environment. Just like when all the audience was cheering enthusiastically, you would also be driven to cheer together. In such a battlefield where everyone was fighting for life and death, it was not an incredible thing to be infected by the atmosphere of the battlefield and fall into a state of fierce fighting.

This is not the effect of magic, it is just the influence of environmental factors on people, just as some people are naturally disgusted with darkness and narrow environments, and will become anxious when locked in a room.

However, although affected by the atmosphere of the battlefield, Eber did not lose his mind. He just became excited and was more warlike and impulsive than usual. Although affected, it would not interfere with his judgment. He released the four-ring spell flame shock wave brewing in his hand, burning the orc in front of him a cone-shaped blank space. Eber put a layer of stone skin technique on himself and rushed towards the orc beast carrying a war drum closest to him.

Two alchemy puppets followed Abel tightly, guarding his left and right sides. Although these two puppets transformed from alchemy war horses did not have too strong combat power, the two long halberds produced by the magic workshop in their hands were still not something these orcs with simple equipment could resist.

He kept waving his long halberds and lifting orcs away. The two alchemist puppets followed Abel tightly and formed a triangle formation with him. Using magical mechanical armor as an arrow, they rushed towards the war beasts protected by the orcs layer by layer.

Involved by Eber's counterattack, a large part of the orcs who were originally charging towards the high wall began to rush towards him. The pressure on the high wall suddenly became lighter, but neither Galada, Regul nor Nadal felt any relief.

When he looked at Abel who had already rushed to the high wall and was surrounded by orcs, Galada immediately shouted at Regul: "Regoul, go down and help him! Your Excellency Abel cannot die here!" While shouting, Galada still kept chopping down an elite orc who had just stretched his head onto the high wall.

"But!" Although Regoul also wanted to go down to help, the orcs that kept rushing up on the high wall made him unable to escape. Although the pressure was reduced, the defense line was still as strong as a dangerous egg. If you were not careful, you might be broken.

"No, go and help Lord Abel! Only by destroying the orcs who beat the drums can you repel the orcs' attacks. Go quickly! I'll hold on here, old man!" Galada almost shouted at Regoul with a roar, his face was already full of harsh words.

Seeing Galada say this, Reguel stopped talking. He nodded and suddenly chopped down two orcs who had climbed up the wall, jumped out of the wall, stepped on the ladder that the orcs were placing on the high wall to leverage. With the extraordinary physique of the legendary warrior, he staggered on the ground and then waved the big sword in his hand, slashing the orcs while approaching Abel.

Above the high wall, Galada looked at Regul who was jumping down, with a smile on his face and shouted to Nadal: "Nadal, don't lose to me, the old man! Let's see who killed more!"

As he said that, he waved the weapon in his hand and chopped off an orc's head. A bold wiping of blood on his face was nailed to the front line of the wall, constantly chopping and killing the orcs, and the speed was even faster than before.

Seeing the old patriarch fighting so hard, Nadal couldn't help but feel excited, standing at the front of the defense line like him, struggling hard, sharing the pressure brought by the lack of a high-end combat power because Reguer broke through to the high wall.

With the struggle between the old patriarch Galada and Nadal, and the fact that Regul and Abel involved most of the orcs under the high wall, for a while, the situation above the high wall was stabilized by them and there was no crisis. However, this situation could not last, because neither Galada nor Nadal could support such a long battle. Once they were weak, the falling of the high wall would be faster than before.

Regoul under the high wall also knew this. He was worried in his heart and burst out all his strength. Almost no orc could hold on to him for more than one move. Orcs were constantly being cut down and orcs rushed up. Regoul was like walking against the turbulent river, with every step full of resistance, and even if he was not careful, he would be repelled by the waves composed of orcs. However, with his own strong strength, he quickly approached Eber's position.

Looking at Regul who came beside him, Abel didn't say anything. In fact, the stalemate situation on the battlefield was not allowed to say anything. He just signaled to Regul and let him see that he noticed him, Abel continued to focus all his energy on how to break through the orc's defense.

However, with the help of the legendary warrior, Regoul, breaking through the orc's defense and attacking the war beasts protected by layers of layers became easier than before. Abel allowed the magic mechanical armor to kill the orcs independently, while he himself prepared a four-ring attack spell again.

A spell slowly formed in Abel's hand. Although he did not have the ability to move and cast spells, with the help of magical mechanical armor, he can actually be regarded as moving casting spells now.

With the power of the metal giant scorpion, Magic Mechanical Armor, Abel successfully approached the orc's war beast and included it in his own spell range.

Without hesitation, he suddenly pushed out the spell that had already accumulated momentum in his hand, and a red light flew straight towards the war beast. The orc who was responsible for protecting the war beast saw the red light and thought it was still the same as the previous fireball technique. He carried his shield without hesitation, jumped up, and then blocked the red light's advance trajectory with the shield.
Chapter completed!