The power of witches comes from themselves, and when they master this power, their combat effectiveness is very amazing. One of the three holy knights recognized by the Church is the Witch King of the Northlands.

Sura wields the power of fire, while Raj wields the power of ice above water. When leaving the Witch Country, the Witch King reminded them that strength comes from the trust of two people. When they stepped onto the battlefield, they were like efficient killing machines. Five meters close to them, whether undead or fallen orcs, either turned into an ice sculpture or turned to ashes.

"This is what you call the exiled prince, a baron with a population of less than two hundred. The gray-cloaked man roared angrily, and the smell of blood around him could not be dissolved. There were fresh human bones, but more of them were fallen orcs that he had worked so hard to accumulate.

The Old Goths without the Legacy are not much of a threat, and a sufficient number of undead skeletons can besiege him. The second-ring spellcaster that looked like it was frigid, and more than a dozen degenerate orcs could be solved. What was originally thought to be just an outing to the Ash Furnace Valley turned into a shopping trip.

"Vivien, you old bitch, you're going to pay ten times the price for this loss. The cloaked man spat out a mouthful of blood on the short-handled staff in his hand, and the blood attached to it rolled strangely on the staff, and they were so fast that the red droplets that met fused together, and this process happened extremely fast, and when only the last two drops of blood on the staff remained, they spun around each other. The last two drops of blood swirled and converged onto the magic stone at the top of the staff, seeping into it.

Ahem, ahem, the cloaked man coughed, his jiggling brim revealing two long, pointy ears.

“&*......&...... ¥#" After a lengthy spell, five scarlet-eyed minotaurs appeared in front of him, their long, pointed horns covered with white metal. According to the custom of the Minotaurs, this is a celebration ceremony held after the strength has reached the silver level, witnessed by the elders.

"Kill, kill, kids, kill as much as you want, tonight's battlefield is yours. The cloaked man had a hoarse voice and an indescribable madness in his eyes. "Remember, don't break those two, I want the captives intact without a single broken skin, and they will taste Fawkes's wrath for themselves. ”

Two green markings landed on top of Sura and Raj's heads, so visible in the night.

The Ashfurnace Fortress's defenses had collapsed, and five silver-level fallen minotaurs were not something Merlin's hands could resist. The Black Iron Knight, who hesitated a little, was directly torn in half by the two fallen minotaurs.

"Boom, boom, that's it, kids. Attaboy. Blood spilled on Fawkes's face, and he licked it intoxicated with his red tongue, it was the blood of the enemy, and the taste was mesmerizing.

It is said that fallen spellcasters have some unusual quirks, and this orc in front of him is obviously a typical fallen spellcaster. Merlin's gaze fell on the frame of the gray cloak, the purple negative number made Merlin couldn't help but look at it a few more times, he still had never met someone with such a low opinion of him, it turned out that he thought that the single digit was already the lower limit, and he didn't think much that there really existed below 0.

"Back off, back off. Old Bill, with gray hair, cried out eagerly. He struggled to deal with any of the silver-level fallen orcs, let alone three. A weapon wrapped in white Mithril on its sharp horns can easily pierce a black iron shield, and its strength alone can no longer stop the enemy's advance.

"Merlin, we have to go back. Old Bill's weapon stuck in the ground and touched his face with his only hand, not knowing if it was the enemy or his own blood, "Those who haven't returned to Ashoven Castle have no choice but to give up." ”

"Three minutes, only three minutes!" Merlin glanced back at the crowd at the gates of Ashfurnace, if he didn't buy time for these people at this time, Ashfurnace would be stained red with blood tonight.

Old Bill shook his head, "Five fallen orcs, if you hesitate, this old bone will be left here." The old goth laughed dryly. The voice was loud, and there was no sadness to hear.

"Merlin, Your Royal Highness the Grand Prince of Adrianople, good evening!" Fawkes removed the cloak from his head, "You cunning, despicable nobles, evil humans who play with us orcs between applause. Tremble, get on your knees and beg for mercy, maybe Lord Fawkes will spare your life tonight with kindness. ”

"Lord Fawkes, there is no grudge between Ashfurnace Village and the Hammer Mercenary Regiment, right?"

"Hammer, hammer, that stupid guy is now my puppet, and the tallest minotaur is our dear leader. Fawkes laughed haughtily. "Orcs are not allowed to ask for a reason to hate humans, boy, if you want to blame, blame someone for wanting you to die. ”

"Let......'s go," Old Bill grabbed Merlin and threw it back, and the next moment, the Minotaur's signature stampede turned the place where Merlin dared to stand into a pile of mud.

Old Bill is now an island in the midst of the storm, and all those struggling to survive unconsciously come to him.

Barbara's two-ring spell fell on the fallen orcs, only slowing them down, and the next moment the Minotaur roared out. Barbara stepped back, and the consequences of a spellcaster being approached by a minotaur were unimaginable.

Sura and Raj were in a similar situation, and the silver-level fallen orcs were no enemy the two of them could deal with. Moreover, they are the enemies that Fawkes ordered to capture, so the enemies around them are far more than Merlin's side, but fortunately, the enemy does not dare to hurt the two of them, otherwise the battle on this side would have been over long ago.

Every time you step back, someone falls. There are only four of the Nine Knights of Ashforge Castle left. At this time, Merlin's cloud attack technique didn't work. In the face of absolute power, the skill is directly crushed.

Merlin was not reconciled, but he had no choice, and the five silver-level fallen orc ashfurnace fortresses had no power to compete with. Now, except for those at the gates, who may survive, humans everywhere else are destined to not be able to escape the enemy's butcher's knife tonight.

"Lift the suspension bridge!" Merlin finally made up his mind.

Click, a huge winch drove the heavy drawbridge upward, and Merlin and the others had retreated to the city gate.

"Let's go, hurry up. Merlin took a man with a pale face and fell to the ground, and threw him into the gate.