Chapter Thirty-Seven: Khadgar's Artillery Fire Stops

Khadgar learned the spell counter in the fastest time.

Of course, it's just the most basic spell counterspell. Khadgar didn't know anything about the details of countermeasures and countermeasures, the strength of countermeasures, the speed of time, and the cobra maneuver at the same time as spell countermeasures, but at this time, standing on the battlefield, the future archmage was no longer panicking.

Spell counter is also a type of spell after all.

And as long as he can use his strength to break through the skill, turn quantity into quality, or be able to kill the skills of the blue, Khadgar has a mysterious confidence.

Just kidding, who can compare to him!

So when he heard Lothar's call, Khadgar was full of confidence. Half-floating in the air, the archmage's apprentice was surrounded by an arcane blue light. A terrifying fireball appeared out of thin air, then whizzed through the air, smashing a large piece of no-man's land through the horde's chaotic array, and then ......

Khadgar was then smashed in the face by a barrage of javelin-axes, boot-breaking stones.

And the effect of Khadgar ...... Not very good.

Ever since he had seen the terrifying mage in the human army, Orgrim had forbidden the tribe to be too dense. Even if you charge, you must maintain a skirmish. Although this will affect the impact of the moment of the charge, at this time, the loose array comes in handy.

Salivating and panting, the wolf under the crotch of the wolf cavalry showed two sharp and terrifying fangs and charged without hesitation. This group of lightly armoured, even topless warriors, shouted in a frantic tone, and rushed towards the gap that the orc infantry had blasted out before. A half-human-tall wolf can leap over the head of a human soldier with a simple jump, and its razor-sharp fangs are as sharp a weapon as a knight's tomahawk. Almost as soon as they made contact, the human vanguard soldiers showed a tendency to disperse.

Individual combat effectiveness, humans and orcs are really too different.

But neither Lothar nor Khadgar were too alarmed.

When the wolf cavalry of the orcs opened a gap in the front, the subsequent brigade of cavalry launched a larger assault from a distance. At this time, Khadgar, who had disappeared for a while, suddenly exerted his strength. His muscles flared up, his eyes were bloodshot, and he jerked his arm, and then a dark cloud appeared over the heads of the wolf cavalry.

It was an ice pick that was as dense as a black cloud.

Snowstorm!

The ice picks that whistled and fell on the opposite side were comparable to sharp arrows, and for the thick-skinned heavy infantry, they might be able to survive two blows as long as the position was not fatal. But for this group of almost unarmored light cavalry, it was a disaster.

An ice pick that is one person tall and has a thick arm, no matter where it is stabbed, is an absolute serious injury. Many unlucky eggs who couldn't dodge were even nailed off the wolf's back by icicles, and stuck to the ground like a sugar gourd, struggling in pain.

And that's not all.

The cold snap brought by the blizzard froze the ground, and even the orc knights who dodged the first wave of attacks had many of them fall on their backs because the wolves couldn't hold on to the ground. Wolf claws walking on the ice are really difficult for some strong people, and they are not the frostwolf cavalry from the Frost Fire Ridge, how could this group of warriors in the Tanaan jungle experience such despair?

In the sky, dense arrows cover the sky and the sun, like a dense swarm of locusts. Fifting their weapons in desperation, the wolf cavalry tried to shoot the arrows that flew towards them, only to find themselves in vain. Human arrows are weak and weak, but it is not known what they smear on their bows and arrows, and no matter how powerful a warrior is, they will become weak when stabbed by these arrows. And even the strongest soldier will not be unscathed if he is stabbed in the body by a dozen or twenty arrows.

Even if it bleeds, it can shed the elite of this group of orcs.

Inspired by Ren Fan's all-out actions in Karazhana's great goal, Lothar also equipped his troops with a lot of 'crooked ways' before setting off. However, due to the limited quantity, it has not been used before.

And for the first time, this 'ecstasy arrow' revealed its ferocious and obscene nature.

After the rain of arrows, a black bush seemed to grow on the opposite side of the ice. The few orc soldiers who still had a breath left groaned feebly, the only sound left on the battlefield. The orcs who rushed into the human race stopped one after another, staring blankly at the tragic situation not far away. Ever since the Warlock had been in battle, the orcs had never encountered such a situation in battle. Warlocks may be eccentric, brutal and moody, but they are able to use their brutal magic to suppress their enemies whenever the need arises.

This is true for ogres, and it is true for draenei.

Even in the previous game against humans, it was the same.

But now, why are we being suppressed by the enemy?

Some orcs suddenly remembered that it seemed that the Great Chief had cleansed these warlocks......

Grand Chieftain......

Why did he do it!

It seemed that this wave of blows had caused the orcs to lose confidence, and there was silence in the otherwise noisy forest. It's quiet, a little breathless. Having gathered the corpses of their comrades and sorted out their weapons and armor, the soldiers of the 1st and 2nd legions were ready to fight, not daring to be sloppy. The experience that the orcs had brought him before was too terrifying, and after the horror, it was a strange kind of bravery. It may not be long before they hear the word orc again, but at least for now, they have enough courage to face this group of formidable opponents......

For if they do not, they will surely die.

But as time went on, everyone slowly relaxed. For an hour, the orcs did not launch an organized attack, and only a few orcs engaged in a few painless harassments from afar, not like combat, but more like showing their presence.

But Lothar did not relax at all, on the contrary, he became more nervous. There is a powerful spellcaster among the orcs, and when Khadgar started to do it, he was already mentally prepared to have his spell cast interrupted and activate the preparatory plan. But until now, the caster has not appeared.

Either he has been transferred to other fronts, or he has a more important mission.

And Lothar leaned towards the latter.

The people of the tribe did not leave, and as a veteran who had been a soldier for almost his entire life, Lothar knew this very well. He did not dare to risk leaving with his troops, but just the feeling of waiting for the enemy to strike...... It's really not good.

But he didn't have a choice.

'Maybe they're just bluffing...... ' Lothar reassured, patting her face. And almost at the same time, a sky-high green light rose from the depths of the dense forest not far away. Around Lothar, the plants visibly withered and yellowed, as if they had entered late autumn in an instant. And with this green light, a terrifying coercion that was hard to breathe suddenly pounced.

Orcs, there's a big move!