As the existence of the Fire Blade Tribe, whose status is second only to the Great Patriarch Red Tiger, the old shaman who has stepped into the fourth stage of the Shaman's Way with half a foot is indeed extremely powerful. Otherwise, he was killed by the white wolf Geralt a few months ago, where would he still be alive until now.

Therefore, if he only fights alone, even the Templars and Tribal Warriors who have been blessed three times are no match for him.

Zhu Xiao also understands this. Therefore, even if he wanted to tear the old shaman on the high platform to pieces now, he did not recklessly attack the old shaman.

This is also an interesting feature of Zhu Xiao's character. The more sad and uncomfortable he became, the calmer his hair became. It has a bit of the meaning of "small war cowardice and big bravery".

Therefore, looking at the orc old shaman who kept roaring and provoking on the high platform, Zhu Xiao couldn't help but raise his hand and roared: "Don't be impulsive, don't fall for this miscellaneous trick again."

Assist the ground forces with all their might, and break through the last line of defense of the orcs as soon as possible!"

But he thought very clearly, as long as the ground forces of the orcs were defeated, then even if this orc shaman had great ability, he would definitely die in the end.

But at this moment, the orcs, who have no way to retreat, are now desperate. It's really a desperate counterattack at any cost and recklessly.

So, even with the help of the Wyvern Knights and Griffin Knights, the situation on the battlefield was still a little anxious, not one-sided. But as time went by, the situation was still developing little by little in favor of Shou and Zhu Xiao. Until the orcs who were cornered resorted to that last resort.

"Are you all ready?" asked the old shaman's disciple, Master Frost, looking at the five hundred orc warriors in front of him.

Then, seeing that the five hundred orc warriors all nodded resolutely, he also used that large-scale bloodline traction technique to stimulate the power of these people.

It's just that after being stimulated, these five hundred orc warriors who were selected among the best did not rush to the chaotic battlefield at the first time, but each took out a bottle of blood-red potion and drank it with their heads up.

Then the five hundred orc warriors roared and charged towards the Templars.

But looking at these people, Master Frost couldn't help but sigh. The elixir that these orc warriors drank was called a time-delay by the orc shamans, and it was something that was once considered forbidden by the shamans because of its great side effects.

Because the only effect of this potion is to prolong the effect of the blood traction technique, so that the original ten minutes are increased to one hour. However, the side effects of this thing are extremely large, not to mention that it will accelerate the aging of the warriors who drink this potion, and it will also permanently destroy the potential of the orc warriors. Let those warriors who drank the potion no longer be affected by the bloodline traction technique, and stimulate the innate ability of blood rushing.

It's just something that does more harm than good. Therefore, in the two crusades before and after, the orcs did not use this thing.

"But in order to win this war, we have to pay for it, and it's worth it!"

The old shaman on the high platform clenched his fists and could only comfort himself in this way.

Under his gaze, the five hundred orc warriors who had been boosted and drank the potion were like a frenzied beast, crashing into the Templars who were approaching step by step.

"Kill, kill!!"

These five hundred orc warriors today are like being injected with a super-large amount of adrenaline. Fearless of pain or death, the only thought in their minds was to tear the Templars to shreds.

And when such a group of beast-like monsters rushed into the battlefield, the originally favorable battle situation suddenly became anxious. No matter how much the Templar leader Shou roared and urged, it would be to no avail.

"Very well, now. Let's harness the power of the Ancestral Spirits to unleash the potential of all tribal warriors!"

On the high platform, the old shaman, who felt that the time had come, was the first to dance that strange dance. All of a sudden, all the orc shamans joined in.

As a result, the crimson light cast by the orc shaman quickly enveloped all the orc warriors behind the defensive line. The originally scorching battle situation changed in an instant.

"Ancestors shelter, ancestors shelter !!"

In order to ensure that nothing went wrong, the old orc shaman on the high platform directly cut his wrist with a dagger at this moment. Then, he was using his own blood as a medium. On the battlefield, the bodies of dozens of orc warriors also grew like inflatable balls.

This is the last resort of the old orc shaman. In order to win, it is really the hole cards to the fullest. Therefore, at this moment, the gray hair of the old orc shaman became more gray, and at the same time, there were many more wrinkles on his face.

There is clearly a huge cost to all that he has done. However, all this he has paid for has indeed achieved the results he hoped for at this moment.

The Templars, who were already small in force and were attacking again, were finally unable to succeed at this moment. Faced with the frantic counterattack of the orc warriors at all costs, a large number of Templars fell as a result.

Even three griffon knights. The orc pierced the griffon's wings with a spear, causing the griffin rider to fall from the sky and be killed.

This further affected the morale of the Templars, who were originally attackers, retreated step by step.

"Leader, We ......"

"Hey, retreat, retreat!"

Shou is not a person who is self-willed, and it is impossible to turn the tide in the current situation. The order to retreat was given. As a result, the Templars, who had left their corpses behind, left in disarray, and retreated three miles outside the orc camp in one go.

But after withdrawing, the casualties were calculated, and it was found that their casualties were not very large, and the loss was less than 500 people.

Therefore, Zhu Xiao, who withdrew at the same time, couldn't help but run quickly in front of Shou after knowing the news, looked at him anxiously and said, "Our casualties are not big, but in the face of the crazy counterattack of the orcs, we were beaten for a while.

It's better to regroup the team, wait for the orc's madness to pass, and attack again. Trust me, we're going to win!"

"This ......" Mamoru turned his head to look at the Templars under his command, only to find that his subordinates were all now depressed and demoralized.

This made him frown, and he couldn't help but sigh helplessly, "No, continuing to fight can only add casualties." Admittedly, I underestimated these orcs. Retreat, we retreat. ”

"Retreat?" Zhu Xiao's eyes widened, "Shou, you bastard, you must not retreat." Believe me, regroup, launch a wave of attacks. We're going to win!"

"Don't be blinded by your hatred. That's it, I said. ”

"I'm your uncle!!"

In front of everyone, the angry Zhu Xiao scolded. Eventually, he left in anger.