"Get out of here, you lowly band of vanquished!"

Before the group of orcs who were forced to retreat did not react, a guy dressed as an orc commander walked out with his giant axe, looked at the corpses lying near the farm fortress, and couldn't help but squint and let out a roar, and scolded loudly: "Go to the right side of the team, the next battle requires you to rush to the front to wash away the shame of your defeat!" ”

The remaining dozen or so orcs didn't say much, but looked at the farm fortress with hatred, although they heard that their teammates were coming behind them and were forced to withdraw from the battle, but they did not capture the farm fortress, and did not even kill a single human, but killed a few of their comrades, which was already a symbol of defeat.

But the group of goblins was quite happy, screaming at each other and grinning and mingling with their own group of goblins, for the cowardly, as long as they came back alive, it was already very good, they were originally as cannon fodder, no matter how angry the orc commander was, they wouldn't care much.

"Ready, all out."

The furry face of the orc leader was already full of gloom, he himself was different from the stupid ordinary orcs, he was born in the existence of the shaman family, and he looked at the blood-red mages who were slowly walking out behind him, like walking in the forest, just erected their battle axes, gritted their teeth and didn't want to say more.

With good wisdom, he also understood what it was, and let the group of blood-red mages behind him have mockery and disdain in their eyes, but thinking about the terrifying methods of the King of Fu, he gritted his teeth even more, standing in place and refusing to say anything, and even those blood-red mages not far away were unwilling to communicate more, because he himself understood that this was just self-inflicted humiliation.

The King of Anger handed over the command of this operation to the blood red mage, and it was enough for these orcs to be mainly responsible for the battle, and besides, the spells of these blood red mages were indeed quite powerful, as long as a gap was opened with powerful spells, for them orcs who were good at close combat, the next step would be very simple.

"What kind of place is this? A fortress? ”

A figure shrouded in blood-red mage robes slowly spoke, holding his slightly curved staff in his hand, slightly frowning at the farm fortress in front of him, and turned his head to his companion next to him with some confusion: "Could it be that this group of stupid orcs dares to directly use their brains full of meat sauce to rush over and send them to death?" ”

The four or five blood-red mages beside him suddenly let out a mocking laugh, ignoring the orcs around him who were glaring angrily, but in their own hands, the crooked staff was slightly flickering with the breath of negative energy, with the kind of cunning and orderliness that belonged to the devil, which made the angry eyes of the surrounding orcs even more fearful.

But there was not much that could be done, because in the area in front of him from that farm to his own, there were many goblin corpses lying there full of arrows, and there were even four or five orc corpses among them, which could be found to be extremely conspicuous just by looking at it.

"Hmph, I really don't understand why the chief mage announced his cooperation with this group of orcs."

One of the blood-red mages slightly clubbed his staff, squinted his eyes and glanced at the orcs around him, the mockery on his face became more and more obvious, and a faint negative energy was transmitted back and forth on his staff, and the surrounding orcs suddenly involuntarily took two steps back, and even the group of goblins were even more unbearable, looking directly at this side in horror, trembling with thin arms and legs and not daring to get closer.

After all, the spellcaster belongs to some kind of high-end force, and to a certain extent, even if he is a strong fighter, he is faintly despised by these spellcasters. If you count it, the caster is probably the first to contact the rules, and although the fighting spirit is strong, the ability to comprehend the world is still not as much as that of the caster.

And there is a saying that a university is not necessarily a spell caster, and a spell caster must be a scholar. It vividly illustrates the image of the caster, and even in order to study the ancient lost spells and secret words, they also need to study a lot of academic knowledge on their own, so as to passively improve their knowledge.

"Don't talk nonsense with this group of guys, the fortress in front of you is really a bit boring."

One of the blood-red mages raised his staff, signaling his companions to look ahead, with a disdainful smile on the corner of his mouth, the fluctuations of negative energy expanded more and more on his staff, and he turned his head slightly, he just said lightly: "It looks like an eyesore, why don't you let me solve it?" ”

An ordinary almost rudimentary fortress, perhaps a building that can't be called a fortress at all, is not in the eyes of these three or five fourth-level blood red mages, or maybe in their opinion, just a few random release of shadow arrows can make the humans inside scared, and the next thing is just to need orcs to clean up.

"I have to admit that there are still humans who dare to stay outside the reclamation town, which is commendable."

One of the blood-red mages turned his head and glanced at the orcs next to him, a slender hand stretched out from under the blood-red mage's robe, and he nodded at the two orc warriors, and directly with an indifferent tone, he looked at the two of them and waved his hand forward: "You two follow, bring some people to capture that fortress, we need to turn this place into a place for temporary command." ”

They weren't the main attacking team, and for the fearful King of Fury, there were even hundreds of blood-red mages now, as well as more than 3,000 orc warriors, and goblins that were almost all over the mountain. Even the ferocious and almost fierce Wasteland Trolls are comparable to the Fighting Spirit, and many of them are working under the Fury King!

And this is also what the Purple Tulip Principality is worried about, it's just that the hundreds of blood-red mages, although they are only four or five levels, are all composed of a group of low-level and middle-level mages, but they can still cause strong casualties on the battlefield, at least for those ordinary soldiers, the terrifying spell, part-time is the existence of imagination.

Even the untrained militia just saw the spells cast by the casters, and the sight of the dazzling fire and light would create absolute fear in their hearts, leading to the collapse of the entire battle front. After all, the top and bottom of this world are quite disjointed and serious!

"Roar~Roar~"

The two orcs immediately glanced at each other, but they both saw the fear in each other's eyes, the two of them used to be warriors in the tribe, and now they each led ten companions and a hundred and ten goblins to fight together, but in the face of only these few blood red mages, they really didn't dare to make any arrogant moves.

The majesty of the King of Wrath made them, a group of stupid guys, also understand what power and strength are, and when they were still in the tribe before, they also obeyed the command of the tribal leader, of course, they are now, but now they have become the highest level of the King of Fu.

"Kill those humans!" The two orc captains roared behind them, and immediately behind the two of them gathered twenty orc warriors who were also wearing hard leather armor and armed with great axes and maces, as well as a dense mass of goblins that had gathered haphazardly. The two of them swept their dim gazes over the blood-red mage, gritted their teeth and swung their giant axes towards the farm, shouting loudly, "Leave no one behind!" ”

"Kill! Not a single one to stay! ”

The orcs and goblins behind them suddenly roared furiously, more than twenty orcs plus nearly three hundred goblins, compared to the small groups that were defeated before, they were more threatening, and even the blood-red mage who was standing at the front couldn't help but squint slightly, and slowly I entered the staff in his hand.

For him, if these orcs are not their subordinates and allies, if these orcs rebel and riot, then I am afraid it will be really quite difficult. Even if they are spellcasters, once they are close to this group of orcs, I am afraid that there will be no one left, and even if they fight back on the verge of death, they will kill a lot of orcs.

After all, although the caster learns to control the rules, for them, long-term study and research have also made their bodies much thinner than normal humans, not to mention these orc warriors who are about two meters and five, almost three or four hundred kilograms, like little giants.

"Prepare for battle!" But for Hawke on the city wall, he couldn't help but squint slightly, looked up at the blood-red mages in the distance, twisted his somewhat stiff neck, reached out and took the iron helmet on the side and put it on his head, and slowly said to the Nord bandits on the left and right: "Be careful of spellcasters!" ”

"Spellcaster? It's the group of mages? I think the enemy is okay! ”

The Nord bandits made mocking noises, but the wooden bows in their hands were tightly gripped, and they stared carefully at the twenty-odd orcs in the distance, their blood-red mage robes fluttering in the wind, revealing the pale faces under the hoods. "We'll let them know what an archer is!" The Nord bandits laughed: "Lovely spellcaster! ”

The range of spells in the game is definitely not comparable to the bow and arrow, and they also have the ability to use their bows and arrows to greet the so-called spellcaster, but all the Nord bandits have a solemn look in their eyes, because they also understand that if they want to win this battle, then underestimating the caster is the biggest failure.

In the game, because of the rules of the system, the caster is honestly not the strongest, and in this world without health bars and blue bars, a world where a slightly important wound can lose combat effectiveness, the caster's power has been pulled up to a stage that makes them feel spicy. (To be continued.) )