"Yo, I'm eating." As soon as Arthur walked up the wall, he glanced out, the corners of his mouth turned up with a smile.

A group of tenant farmers squatting in the corner of the city wall and nibbling on freshly baked sweet potatoes showed a strange expression, and said in their hearts, "This young mage master can't be frightened by the orcs, why don't you just have breakfast and laugh at it?"

Watching the orcs roast meat with fire, Arthur was not worried, where can the elixir of the half-goblin be solved by roasting, and it is not E. coli, not to mention the appearance of the orc's stuffed meat, he can't even roast it, basically just wait for the ice to melt, and stuff it into his mouth with a little temperature.

"Lord Demon, you're here!" The only one who would call himself Morador was the fist demon Ashuk, but the old man's kung fu was good, and the tenant peasant soldiers who were close at hand could not hear the voice that was poured directly into Arthur's ears.

"Well, the weather is nice today, and it looks like the orcs will attack soon." Arthur didn't answer, but looked at the sky where there was no snow.

Even for the orcs who are used to fighting in the snow, bad weather is not a good thing for them, and as an attacker, they also hope to encounter good weather to make their attacks faster and more ferocious.

"Yes, the orcs are chopping wood again, and it's time to go out when the ladder is ready." Aschuk didn't continue to use the secret language, and nodded in agreement with Arthur's opinion.

Arthur didn't tell Ashuk about the potion, and after all, there was no need, and the orcs who could eat the meat of the condiments accounted for a third of the total number of orcs at most.

Even if these peripheral orcs go berserk, they will not have any impact on the strength of the orcs, after all, the entire Morado, who can really go out to fight, is the fist demon and the lone wolf guarding the other side of the city wall, whether the opponent is 20 or 200, for the Morado who only has two strong ones, there is really not much difference.

After the orcs finished eating the beast meat, they began to stand up one by one under the leadership of the team leader, and those who were not assigned to work helped feed the giant wolf water and eat meat.

The humans within the city walls are like decorations to others, so they don't have to worry about it at all, even if the old man who seemed to be very powerful yesterday still has to hide from himself?

Group combat and master solo fighting are completely two concepts, and the orc wolf riders who cooperate with each other can maintain absolute suppression for human opponents who are only one level higher than themselves, even if they lose a few people.

"You must drag that strong man outside the city, and you must not let him into the city to fight, otherwise let alone a wolf ride, even I may not be able to stop his sneak attack."

After seeing Ashok's methods, Tutu Aman had a clear understanding of his opponent, and he might not be able to beat his opponent, but if the opponent really wants to take a cold shot, he will turn around and run, and he is afraid that he will not be able to take him.

He is still like this, for the ordinary giant wolf cavalry, the strong man with his bare hands is the enemy who is going to die, and in the narrow passage, the wolf cavalry has no ability to flexibly disperse and gather.

If the punch from yesterday during the day had been in the narrow passage, I am afraid that at least half of Tuta's team would have to go with their ancestors at this time.

Of course, if you replace a strong person of the same level with a magician, I'm afraid that Tutu Aman should think about how to leave at this time, after all, compared to the combat department, the magic department is a model of large-scale killing.

Arthur, who he cared about very much, had never made a move, which made Tutu Aman always have doubts in his heart, and he really couldn't figure out how strong this magician who often talked to Ashuk, who seemed to be a commander, was.

"No, no! Toumai's group, all, all went berserk! ”

A cry of surprise pulled Tutuaman back from his thoughts, and even his wisdom did not understand for a moment what was happening.

Frenzy? Isn't it only in bloody battles that the best warriors go berserk? Although Tutu Aman brought out are all elite wolf riders, there are only a few team leaders who can really reach the best level.

Toumai is one of the squad leaders, if he goes berserk it makes sense, a group of people are all mad? Could it be that this is an ancestral spirit possession?

This thought also existed for a moment, and when Tutu Aman saw several machetes holding chopping wood and cutting each other, he realized that he was wrong, where was this ancestral spirit possession, it was simply an evil spirit possession!

"Ancestral Spirit Protection!" With a shout, mysterious syllables came out of Tutuaman's mouth, as if calling the gods in the void, and some special energy in the air began to gather around his body.

Divine power, this is another level of power, whether it is a human sacrifice or a shaman who receives people, can only borrow these energies.

And these unique divine powers, even if borrowed, can burst out with effects that ordinary natural elements can't achieve, even if they don't have the strength of magicians, sacrifices and shamans will always be important objects to be heavily protected.

Of course, Tutu Aman is different from other shamans, he is a powerful warrior in his own right, and he is protected by ancestral spirits, and the speed at which his divine power gathers is far faster than that of ordinary shamans.

As if sensing something, the furious orcs began to slow down, and the slashing motion was no longer so deadly, as if they were bound by invisible chains, less dangerous and difficult to approach.

"Don't hurry up and catch them, tie them all up." Tutuaman's face was pale, and he was very tired of using his divine power to perform this unconventional magic, but if he did not do so, the warriors would be hacked to death.

Several people had already fallen on the ground, and the blood that flowed out of it stained the entire ground even red, even if they could save their lives with the herbs Tutu Aman carried, the next battle would probably have nothing to do with them.

What happened to the orcs?

Although the distance was far away, there were still people on the city wall who noticed the anomaly on the other side, especially Arthur, who stared at the frantic orcs with great interest.

Ashuk on the side glanced at Arthur, and said in his heart, could it be that the Demon King did it? However, he did not dare to ask more, and at the same time turned his gaze to the enemy, and watched the good scene together.

Tutuaman didn't expect someone to drug at first, but the current situation made it difficult for him to start, just as the warriors were about to tie up those crazy orcs, suddenly in the ranks, there were orcs with red eyes, and they fell directly into a state of madness.

"Damn, don't use vindictiveness, give me hand-to-hand combat." After all, Tutu Aman is also half a pharmacist, how can he not find a problem in the current situation.

These orcs who cut down trees must have started to go berserk collectively after using their fighting energy, and someone must have given them a special potion, which suddenly reminded him of the young magician.

"Is it a pharmacist?"