Although it is a five-ring spell, Blizzard's lethality is not high, but compared to the Flame Explosion Technique, Dragon Breath Technique and other strong offensive AOEs, its range is much larger, and the containment ability is terrifyingly strong.

Seeing that the movements of the orcs who had survived the blizzard had nearly doubled, Lanlos laughed loudly, and when he lifted the Exterminator, he leapt down, and the wide and hideous blade suddenly lifted off the stump and severed arm in the sky, and the flying blood dyed the earth bright red in the blink of an eye.

Orcs are a nomadic civilization, and most of the enemies they fight against are large creatures such as split-hoof cattle ogres, except for the Blackstone clan who are proficient in smelting, the rest of the orcs almost do not wear heavy armor. Despite their rugged size, in fact, their mobility is beyond imagination.

The slowing effect of the frost spell wiped out their advantage in this area, and in the face of the shaved Stumka, with no magic equipment or heavy armor protection, it was basically the same as being shirtless.

Behind him, Lailan, who originally wanted to fight for support, swallowed hard, although the main battlefield was on the side of Chief Bladewind and Marrad, but there were not a few enemies near the altar, but Lanlos was like a humanoid meat grinder heavily armed to beat children, and everywhere he went, flesh and blood flew everywhere.

Purgatory on earth, nothing more than that.

It wasn't until this moment that Lanlos truly appreciated his strength. In other words, it is the high-level combat power of the graduation outfit that faces the absolute crushing of low- and middle-level sprouts.

However, the mere slaughter is too boring.

A Void slash slashed around him and drew a perfect black ring, slashing down all enemies within his radius, and Lanlos and the rest of the orcs stopped their attack.

The former simply stood silently in front of him with his blood-stained blade, while the latter, after seeing the path of blood and broken corpses left behind the other, panic spread like a plague.

It's impossible! It's impossible to defeat this monster!

Demons, demons!

......

The surrounding orcs suddenly found that they seemed to be able to hear the voices of those around them, and with this desperate and hysterical wail, the memory of their fearless companions trembled violently like chaff. Emotions are contagious, cheers and enthusiasm can stimulate adrenaline, while fear and negativity can bring an entire army to ruin without a fight.

Feeling the retreat of the warriors in front, the orcs in the rear also became restless, and no one noticed that a storm called despair blew in their hearts.

Not only them, Lai Lan, who was following closely, suddenly stopped, stunned and looked at the thin figure that seemed to be magnified countless times suddenly and magnified, and in a trance, she seemed to see the demon monarch who had been chasing her race for countless years!

The fear aura, the five-ring confusion control spell, and the super-large range of psychic strikes, after showing their unparalleled combat power, pushed the effect of the spell to the limit. Since coming into contact with the Way of Shadows, Lanloth's expertise in the field of confusion and illusion has been very fruitful, especially after leaving the Tomb of Tyr.

He knew that this might be inseparable from the ancient god Yogsaron, but because there were no side effects and the effect was outstanding, he was not willing to abandon it.

Seeing that these orcs were beginning to show signs of retreating, Lanlos lowered his head and sneered, dragging the hilt of his sword with his backhand, and finally took a step forward.

The nerves of all the orcs tensed, and the air around them froze to the point that one felt like they were about to suffocate. Although they all reflexively clenched their weapons, none of them dared to stand up and attack the unsuspecting, emaciated elf.

Not a single ......

Hiss......

The greatsword dragged across the ground, breaking through the dirt with a subtle sound, like a giant python shuttling through the shadows, and even the most ferocious predator would not come close to it, though it did not show its fangs.

Holding back the horror in his heart, Ryland struggled to move his heavy legs, which seemed to be filled with lead, and followed Lanloth far behind.

The elven mage glanced at the other party silently, and involuntarily muttered in his heart.

The fear aura is certainly very effective against low-strength targets, but the problem is that this kind of range-based psychic suppression does not distinguish between friend and foe, and it is not as effective as it seems for group operations.

Well, not only Rylan, but even the Draenei survivors in the cage in front of them kept squeezing towards the corner in panic. The only difference is that Iriel knows Ranros.

However, her slightly quivering little hooves exposed her inner workings.

The effectiveness of confusion control spells such as the Fear Aura is extremely high for the caster's 'acting skills', and in order to prevent the deterrent effect from decreasing, Lanlos did not say much, and did not even explain to the Draenei prisoners in front of him who were so frightened that they couldn't even speak.

Picking up his broadsword and slashing at the door lock, he nodded quietly to Leyland behind him. Receiving a signal from the other party, Ryland quickly began to understand the work of rescuing the prisoners. Of course, in addition to her actions, she did not forget to keep an appropriate distance from Lanros at all times.

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"Is that so?"

On another high ground outside the village, a rickety figure covered by a wide animal-skin cloak blended into the shadows almost perfectly, but the light of the fire from below barely illuminated the lower half of his face.

The wide jaw and the two pale fangs protruding from his lower lip reveal his identity.

"You want to run away after saving someone, are you too naïve?"

"It's a bit off from the plan...... though," he muttered, turning his gaze to the fierce battlefield on the other side. Although the number of Delaney soldiers was only about thirty, their tactical and combat skills were truly impressive.

Under the control of the caster, the defense of the outer warriors like iron buckets can be described as watertight, and the paladins and rangers can always kill the orcs who deliberately leak through the defense line in the first time.

Even if the occasional wounded person appears, the priest in the back row and the idle paladins can treat them in time, and judging from the current situation, unless the mage and priest run out of blue, the orcs can't even break through the enemy formation.

However, these experienced spellcasters know how to maintain their endurance in battle, and unless they are in a critical moment, they simply do not overuse them by casting spells continuously. After all, not every spellcaster has the enviable ability to recover as much as Lanloth.

However, after such a long battle, the attack of the Blade Wind Orcs did not force them to such a point. In addition, the physical fitness of the Draenei is generally very high, even better than that of the orcs, and if you want to kill the enemy, I am afraid you will have to double the number.

In other words, if you continue to fight, unless these draenei and the Blade Wind clan fight to the end, I'm afraid there won't even be casualties!

"Great combat power, worthy of the race that can make the master care so much......" Slightly bowed, his unnaturally chapped face was completely hidden in the night, even so, he could still see his disgusting smile.

"It's a lot smaller than I expected, but let me help you. ”