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The last demon blood material in Gordon's hand was instantly transformed into arcane energy in the palm of his hand, and then he blessed all the people around him with oil on the soles of his feet.

Immediately afterwards, the mage gave Viscount Demon, Renas, and Antonov respectively, and each blessed them with an additional technique.

Four instantaneous spells consumed all the temporary health he gained because of the blood tide.

Viscount Demont led twelve Templar knights to rush out of the circle. They formed a sharp wedge and plunged directly into the galloping wolf pack. They protected Viscount Demon, Renus, and Antonov in the center, and quickly and firmly moved in the direction of the orc commander.

Mages and archers also used their last force to provide them with long-range support as much as possible, killing or driving away the swarming wolf cavalry.

The orc commander, who was busy commanding the wolf cavalry under his command and besieging the human troops, finally noticed the small group that was constantly approaching him. Although with the relatively simple mind of the orc, he couldn't think of the other party's purpose for a while, but out of instinct, he still quickly ordered the surrounding wolf cavalry to surround him, wanting to annihilate the other party as much as possible, and he also controlled the mount and retreated to the rear.

Gordon saw this scene clearly.

"Want to run?"

Of course, the mage will not let the other party succeed. He immediately began casting the planned spell, which seemed to be swirled with frost and snow mist.

Clear sky with the sun hanging high overhead. It's a cold winter, but it's a good day to fight—that's how all the wolf cavalry, including the orc commander, sees the weather today. But a sudden ice storm slapped them like a hard and accurate slap in the face.

"What's going on? Spell? The wolf cavalry commander shouted in simple orc language, as if questioning. It's like finding an answer for yourself.

Suddenly, he and several of his guards were wrapped in a columnar ice storm with a radius of ten meters and a height of twenty meters, the ice slag and the frost and snow like knives left scratches on the rough skin, and the high-flowing cold wind not only sounded in the ears like the wailing of frost ghosts, but also made the wolf cavalry need great effort to sit firmly on the wolf's back, and it was impossible to run fast.

The white ice storm was like a thick veil. The orc commander and several of his guards were completely separated from the battlefield outside, and they could not be seen or heard clearly. It's as if they're back in the barren tundra winter, battling snowstorms.

These wolf cavalry fought against humans all year round. I've also seen the abilities of ordinary human mages. Maybe those mysterious arcane powers are powerful, but in terms of range. It's not as good as a crossbow in the hands of an archer. It's because I'm afraid of the enemy's spell attacks. Therefore, the orc commander has always maintained a distance of about a hundred meters from that circular formation. He didn't believe at all that with the ability of the human mage on the other side, he could attack himself from such a distance with spells.

But reality does not allow him to believe it.

The orc didn't show up at all, and a strange, crystal-like crow flew over his head.

Ice Storm, a four-ring sculpting school spell, has a very short cast range. But because Gordon's demon pet Gaga, with the special ability of "Arcane Connection", this shortcoming is not a problem at all.

After assuming the position of the orc commander, Gordon immediately dispatched Quack. Fly over the enemy's head, then unleash an ice storm to stop them from escaping as soon as they see Reynas and the others approaching.

When the duration of the spell was over, the orc commander, frozen by the ice storm and covered in tiny wounds, was shocked to see himself in front of a human detachment of twelve elite Templar Knights and three powerful warriors.

"Retreat!" He let out a low roar, pulled the reins from his hand, and tried to turn around and run away. Glory, military exploits, and faith in Gułush were no match for the fear of death at this time.

But humanity simply did not give him this chance.

The twelve Templar Knights who had been forming a cone formation separated in an orderly and swift manner. Along the way, they were harassed and attacked by many wolf cavalry. Some people's shoulder armor was chopped to shreds, revealing the white bones inside; Some people's shields were scarred by a dozen slashes from boning knives, and their entire left hand holding the shield was broken because of this; Some people were even directly hit by the wolf, but they stood up with blood in their mouths and continued to maintain the formation tenaciously.

It was precisely because of the protection of these knights that Viscount Demon, Renas, and Antonov were able to approach the orc commander in the best condition intact.

"For Ferreton!"

Roaring like a lion, Viscount Demont rushed out first. Although the Adamantite Sword in his hand was very weak against the Strangling Golem, it was extremely sharp in the face of the flesh-and-blood wolves and orcs. After blessing the oil on the soles of his feet and the addition of techniques, even though he was wearing heavy knight armor, Viscount Demont still had an extremely fast degree, and before the green-skinned barbarian on the opposite side could react, he cut off the forelimbs of the two personal guards around the orc commander.

The two wolves convulsed and fell to the ground, the bloody blood of the wolves staining the withered yellow grass red.

As if the viscount was about to release all the depression and frustration he had encountered last night with the weapon in his hand, the white-gold blade extended from the blade of the sword and swept through a large space in front of him.

This is the power used by all high-ranking Platinum Templars: the Platinum Slash.

Although this is not a very rare power, it is much inferior to Xie Ona's "flash", but after a thousand tempers of blood and sweat, the platinum slash used by Viscount Demon has reached the realm that can be called "art".

The platinum blade cut off all the six wolf cavalry beside the orc commander. After setting off a bloody storm, the gradually depleting sword qi energy even distorted the surrounding scenery.

The blow with all his strength made Viscount Demont have to stop and catch his breath. But the orcs didn't have time to breathe.

Renus leapt to her feet. She held the holy sword high and the dawn light shone on the winter grassland, and from a distance, it looked like this golden paladin, holding aloft another round of the sun.

The commander of the wolf cavalry couldn't help but be stabbed by the light, and subconsciously raised the boning long knife in his hand.

Boom!

Even in this chaotic and noisy battlefield, the sound of two weapons clashing was so loud.

The commander of the wolf cavalry himself is not weak, and because of his racial talent, his strength is much stronger than that of a human. But he was still shocked by Renus's condescending homeopathic slash, and even the large wolf weighing more than a ton under his crotch was crushed by the huge force and his limbs were weak, and he was half lying on the ground.

"Stop this woman!" The orc commander yelled.

The wolf cavalry beside him, who had not yet died under the sword of Viscount Demon, swarmed up and surrounded Renus, who had just landed.

At this time, there was no longer any guard around the orc commander.

Such a great opportunity, Antonov naturally will not let go.

Although he carried a huge two-handed sword, his skills were not slow. With the addition of the technique and the anointing of oil on the soles of his feet, Antonov approached the orc commander lightly. When the greatsword in his hand pulled a scorching trajectory through the air and slashed at the orc commander's neck, the latter had not yet recovered from Renath's homeopathic blow.

The blade sliced through the rough green skin of the neck, then severed the carotid artery along with the spine.

The head of the orc commander flew into the air, and as he was dying, he still had round eyes and an expression of disbelief.

The high-temperature flames attached to the flowing fire quickly scorched and carbonized the smooth incision in the neck, so there was no cruel scene of blood gushing. When the headless corpse of the orc commander fell to the ground, the rest of the wolf cavalry showed up.

There was no doubt that the orcs were stunned.

With the fatigue left by the siege battle, they originally thought that with their numerical superiority, they could easily destroy this small group of human troops that suddenly appeared, but who knew that the opponent's counterattack was fierce and unimaginable.

The horrific reality that the commander, who was the brain of the unit and a symbol of courage, was slain by several humans, completely stunned the orc cavalry.

The usual combat mission of these wolf cavalry is generally to flank and harass, chase and kill the remnants of the enemy, and their psychological quality is already worse than that of those troops who are good at fighting tough battles. Now the manager is dead, exhausted, and nearly a third of the casualties are also missing. The combination of unfavorable factors caused the first wolf cavalry to turn around and run towards the gap in the Great Wall of Anduin.

"Conformity" is an instinct that most social creatures have, and orcs are no exception. With the first escapee, the other wolf cavalry followed suit and fled to the rear.

The wolves quickly moved away, leaving only scattered corpses on the grassland.

Gordon and his party, who did not even have a horse, naturally did not have the ability to pursue the enemy. They packed up and finally entered the fortress of Sevato.

"Your Excellency, I am the commander of the garrison of the fortress of Sevato, the Platinum Centurion, Chuck. McDougall. Thank you for repelling the wolf cavalry. I salute you with the highest respect! ”

Viscount Demont looked at the soldier with a messy head, his armor covered in blood, and even a gut hanging from his boots, and said, "I am Viscount Demon, a knight of the Platinum Templar, and now that time is pressing, I hope you will obey this mage's request." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, as if the enemy wanted to help confirm how tight the time was for these humans, the whistling sound that made people's hairs stand on end and their scalps was numb, suddenly came from a distance.

"Be careful, Boulder!"

As soon as the shouts of the soldiers on the city walls fell, one of the arrow towers was smashed to pieces. (To be continued......)