Two hours later, the army faded from the shadow of illusion and emerged on the east side of Steinbrad.

The five hundred soldiers were divided into squads, led by nearly twenty paladins and the original officers. In front of the phalanx on the left stood Alexandros Mograini, the Messenger of the Ashes, and on the right was led by Aurrix.

The encirclement on the north and south sides, and the fifty battle mages were already in place.

Finding that a troop had suddenly descended a mile away, the orcs guarding the entrance to the town were suddenly in chaos, some returning to the town to report the news, and some were blaming each other.

Although I couldn't understand what these orcs said in orc language, I thought they should be interrogating the scouts, and the human troops couldn't find out about the battle so big, what were they doing to eat.

However, it can be seen that after discovering that the comer was the defeated of the previous men, they completely relaxed, and did not pay attention to the upcoming attack at all, and their eyes showed contempt, and they all geared up.

After a while, a particularly tall orc came out of the town, suspected to be Jubetos, the leader of the Blackstone Clan's troops.

"Ah, paladin," the orc leader's gaze swept over the human array, and soon he spotted the unusual paladins inside, and said in a vague human lingua franca, "I killed many paladins in the war more than ten years ago. What gave you the courage to challenge me? These old and sick people alone can't defeat the elite of Blackstone! ”

No one paid attention to the self-talking orc leader, and each of them boosted their morale in front of the battle.

"I have thousands of innocent civilians in my hands, and if you attack, I guarantee that they will be killed in five minutes......," said the orc leader, with an evil aura in his eyes, "Well, I'm afraid that these lives won't be enough to please our master......

Responding to his ......

It was Modra, Gianna, and fifty battlemages who had been preparing the mass destruction spell for more than an hour.

In the shocked gaze of the orc leader, a hole cracked in the sky. The massive meteorite broke through the clouds and dragged a long tail of flame down from the sky, and fell into the eastern entrance of the town, which was piled up with debris as a barricade, and exploded with a bang.

The arcane energy simulated the fire elemental extremely lethal, and several nearby buildings collapsed, and the blast wave propelled the flames to disperse, directly turning the intersection into a sea of fire.

And the leader of the orcs, there is still no trace of it. Before he could scream, he turned into a cloud of ashes.

Immediately after that, the second meteorite, the third...... Gradually, a terrible meteorite rain of fire was formed, and under the guidance of magic, it fell into the area with the highest concentration of orcs in the town to cause damage. In the distance, there were explosions that shook the sky, pillars of fire rose into the sky, and the earth shook continuously, as if the end was coming.

"Attack!"

After the meteorite fire rain stopped, Alexandros Mograini gave the order and rushed forward first. Oryx summoned the replica of Solarion and led his men to rush into the town over the bombarded and rugged ground.

Dalaran's battle mages also stepped out of their hideouts to join the warband, and several people scattered in small groups among the various troops.

And those blackstone orcs who had already been blown up were unable to organize an effective counterattack at all. In the past two hours, the mages have already figured out the location of each orc leader, and they have deliberately focused on it.

After a carpet spell washing the floor, the orc officer died, and the orc group who was suddenly bombarded by a spell that had never been seen before in his life was leaderless, and it would be strange to be able to react.

In a war, a force that does not have the ability to counter spells is hit by large-scale spells carefully prepared by the enemy, and it is almost impossible to turn defeat into victory. That's the terrible thing about mages, if they are given the opportunity to prepare, their role will be decided.

The orcs that poured out from everywhere were disrupted by the battle mages mixed with the humans with all kinds of strange negative spells, and were chopped into pulp by the human soldiers who swarmed them. As they fought, the morale of these shelter guards, who had never received formal training, was getting higher and higher.

These battle mages from Dalaran are indeed well-trained, and when they join the warband, they know how to use the most reasonable spells at the right time to create an advantage. This is in stark contrast to scholar-type mages who are severely inexperienced in combat.

In this era that has not yet been concentrated on the baptism of the catastrophe, among the human nations, only Dalaran can send such a large number of experienced battle mages at one time.

"Capture those orc warlocks alive as much as you can!"

Modra also participated in the battle herself, don't look at her over half a hundred years old, but she is still vigorous. Holding a staff that increases the lethality of magic, he unleashes almost instantaneous magic and harvests the orcs who rush up.

Only at this time will others remember that she is also a powerful legendary mage.

Steinbled is not small, with houses lined up and streets leading in all directions. At its peak, more than 10,000 people lived here, and the total population of the surrounding villages was three times that number.

Some of the corpses seen along the way were diagonally inserted into the stakes, some were emptied of blood and placed in a summoning circle filled with evil energy, and some were stripped of their skins and engraved with demonic runes, which was shocking.

Due to the heavy casualties of the orcs in the previous spell bombardment, almost half of them were lost, and with the help of the battle mages, the five hundred soldiers barely encountered any obstacles, and fought all the way from the east side of the town to the vicinity of the central square, scattered, preparing to surround the last stronghold of the orcs and rescue the thousands of townspeople who had been gathered in the central square.

Oryx went to the north with twenty soldiers, two paladins, and a battlemage, and worked with a few nearby squads to outflank the orcs.

But as he fought, Aeryx noticed that something didn't seem quite right.

Gray mist emerged from the depths of the street, and the sound of the clash of gold and iron, which was still in my ears one second, disappeared the next, and I could no longer hear the slightest sound. The town, which had been reduced to a battlefield, fell into a deathly silence in an instant.

Fog shrouded and visibility is so low that you can't see your fingers.

Oryx frowned slightly, knowing that this was an illusion...... Or maybe it's some weird magic.

"Shrink your lines back to back, stay close to each other, and don't be afraid." He ordered in a deep voice, but when he looked back, there was still half a figure beside him?

There was a wicked laugh in the distance.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, I thought ...... You're going to be smarter. ”

A Nasrezm, in the mist, emerged.