With apprehension, Philip and George led the men to the vicinity of Panthion's army, and Philip was relieved to see that Rachel and the others had completed the encirclement of Zuihou's small group of orcs.

There weren't many orcs, just a few dozen, and Rachel's soldiers barely suffered many casualties, and the two-hour delay was probably due to Rachel's deliberate reduction in attack intensity in order to avoid unnecessary losses in personnel.

Aiming at the surrounded orcs, Philip led the magicians to send out various attack spells in white, red and cyan, and the orcs who were still holding knives and trying to fight were completely panicked, pushing each other and running, but unfortunately, Rachel's subordinates did not have a trace of mercy, and rushed into the encirclement in stride, lighting up the butcher knife in their hands, splashing red blood.

Rachel rode to the high ground where Philip and George were, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry to keep you waiting, we met this group of orcs on the way, and in order to avoid them leaking the news of our march, I want to wipe them all out here, it may take some time." ”

The two armies combined were only more than 600 people, and it was easy to be targeted by the orcs of the brigade when marching in the bloody battlefield, where there was no village in front of the village and no store in the back, and Rachel did this as an old move, and Philip and George agreed with it.

"That's right, so be it, my soldiers are also in the battle, and as soon as they finish the battle, they will hit the road as soon as possible. With a wave of his hand, the soldiers of the Caroli garrison, who had long been ready to attack, rushed into the battlefield like tigers descending from the mountain, and the strong pressure brought by the new force instantly crushed the defense of the orc Zuihou.

The arch-rivals of the Bright Continent do not need to be buried, and Rachel and George unanimously decided to burn the orc's corpse in one fire. Then take the army on the road.

All deliberately ignored each other's nationalities, and what was needed on the march was to cooperate with each other rather than provoke hatred.

To avoid embarrassment, Rachel even arranged for Renard and George, who had been at odds with Philip, to act together, while he himself acted with Philip.

"Please don't blame Renard, as a civilian, he was too eager to succeed, so he joined the Holy Light Cult. Rachel rode alongside Philip on his horse to represent Renard towards the lord of Lobit.

"Everybody wants to be successful, but it's all about how you do it. Philip shook his head. "Forget about it, Renard has given up on the Holy Light Church, I don't need to dwell on the previous things, this chapter is over. ”

Rachel breathed a sigh of relief. I feel relieved that my friend has been forgiven by Philip. Just when he was about to switch the subject. A soldier in light armor drove his horse to the front of the group.

"Ladies and gentlemen, a large number of orc soldiers have appeared behind us. ”

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Hiding his body behind a branch covered in large leaves, Philip impatiently flicked a small spider hanging in front of him. Through the dense foliage, he could see in the distance at the foot of the mountain, a large crowd of orcs hustling forward.

Harrison hunched over and quietly walked over from the bushes, whispering to George, Rachel, Renard, and Philip, "Sure enough, as Master Philip said, there is a larger group of orcs behind this group of orcs, and it seems that these orcs are premeditated. ”

Philip was annoyed as he severed the branch in his hand, remembering that two groups of orcs followed their tracks, and Katrina saying that the orcs wanted to capture his brothers and Rachel, and Lord Lobit deduced that the orcs must have premeditated their pursuit of them.

Philip turned and opened a map of the march, pointing to a ravine they had to pass through to the Demon Suppression Pass, "We're putting up a barrier here to stop the orcs from pursuing. ”

"Here?" Rachel frowned a little disagreeingly: "If we stop the orcs here, the two groups of orcs in the back will merge together to form a larger pursuit team, once they break through the barrier and chase after us, we will not be able to get out, these savage orcs in the blood battlefield are faster than the humans who make up the vast majority of our two teams." ”

"I mean, when the first orc pursuit team has passed through this canyon, set up a barrier here, and then concentrate on eating this small group of orcs who have passed through the canyon first, and then continue to advance towards the Demon Suppression Pass, and wait for the opportunity to find the next ambush point, and we will destroy each of them!" Philip said firmly, slamming his fist into the canyon.

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A touch of green gradually appeared on the horizon, just standing downwind, and the stench on the orc's body drifted into Philip's nostrils along the wind, if it wasn't for the fact that he had slowly become familiar with this smell in the past month, Philip would have run to the side and vomited.

At least two thousand orcs, that's Philip's rough estimate.

The leading orc seemed to see Philip, roared and pointed his knife at Philip, and the orc ran like a rolling torrent towards Lord Lobit, who was standing alone in the valley.

The earth seemed to be trembling, Philip clearly felt the shaking sensation of his legs transmitted by the ground, adjusted the gear gear of the magic energy machine, determined the speed of the rotor, Zuihou pressed the switch of the magic energy clockwork, and the magic energy spring with full power began to drive the rotating rod on the magic energy machine to rotate.

The green shrubs cut through the earth, struggled to grow out from under the ground, and soon grew to be more than a man's height, and the tender green branches quickly grew branches, green leaves, and thickened, and all the branches grew sharp barbs, and the running orcs could not stop, but directly loaded them, and let out a sharp scream.

There were too many people, even if the orcs who rushed to the front line wanted to stop, but the orcs behind couldn't react, and they couldn't stop and crashed directly into the orcs in front of them, and the unlucky ghosts in the first row continued to press against the solid thorny bushes, bringing more and more miserable screams.

Eventually, the chaotic orcs finally stopped, and by the time the orcs retreated, many of the hapless first-row orcs had been permanently hung on the thorn wall.

The tall, low-level leaders looked at Philip viciously, wishing to jump over the thorn wall to kill him now, but their brains were at least more developed than the imbeciles produced by inbreeding, and they knew that this strong thorn wall was not something they could destroy.

There was a sudden silence among the orcs, and the tide parted to the sides, and the orc priest with the thick bone necklace walked to the thorn wall, raised the beast leg bone wand in his hand, and the red fire formed at the tip of the wand, ready to send out at any time.

Philip, who was already standing on a large rock, smiled, and it was at this time that he fired two bursting flames larger than a basin from the cliffs on both sides of the valley, and the sound of thunder sounded on both sides of the valley, and the already streaked rocks finally fell apart and smashed down inexorably under the bombardment of the bursting flames that could increase the power.

The stones fell to the ground, splashing up large clouds of dust, and the orcs in front of the thorn wall were all drowned in the rain-like stones, and the smell of dust was choking Philip could smell it from afar.

Philip is not standing here just to put a thorn wall, it is normal to have a priest among more than 2,000 orcs, listening to Harrison, these priests also know some spells, fireball magic and other general magic on the road, they must be able to, don't look at the thorn wall just let many orcs crash to death on it, blocking the way of these two thousand orcs.

As long as the orc priests use the fireball technique to burn, and the orcs also light the fire together, the thorn wall will soon be burned down, and it will not stop them for long, once George and they don't kill the small group of orcs in front, and are caught up by the big group of orcs behind, they will die and have no place to be buried.

Therefore, when Philip was waiting for the group of orcs behind, he flew to both ends of the canyon with light spirit magic, and cracked some protruding mountain rocks with flame bursts, and when the orcs came to the valley and were blocked by the thorn wall and huddled together, he was ready to use the seventh-level fire-based magic energy to urge the fifth-level flame to burst, knock down the crumbling rocks, and smash them into the orcish army.

More than two thousand orcs must not be completely wiped out, however, heavy losses are necessary, there is no way to pursue George and them in a short period of time, Philip smiled slightly, his body floated up, and flew quickly in the direction of George and them.

I don't know if George's side has already killed that small group of orcs.

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The corpses of orcs in one place, mixed with the remains of a few humans and elves, Philip's face changed on the spot, where did George go?

Falling to the battlefield that George had preset on the map, he found that there was not a single living person, and there were corpses all over the ground.

Could it be that damn curse has set in, and both George and Grace have been captured by the orcs?

No, the casualties of the Demon Suppression Army are not as large as those of the Orcs, and unless George and the others surrender on their own initiative, they will definitely not be captured like this, and there is no clue about their whereabouts.

"Your Excellency......" There seemed to be a faint voice from the corpse.

A soldier of the Demon Suppression Army who had been cut on his chest still had a little breath left, Philip hurriedly went over and cast a healing spell on him, but the soldier stopped Philip from continuing to cast: "My lord, don't waste it on me, I know I can't live." ”

Philip sighed silently, the soldier was right, the wound on his chest could already see the lobes of his lungs, and there was a wound in his lower abdomen, and his intestines had fallen out of it, and it was impossible to save him unless he was a holy magician.

"Lord George...... ...... in that direction" In the soldier's mouth, a large stream of blood gushed out, but the direction of the finger made Philip frown a little, this direction is not to go to the Demon Suppression Pass.

The soldier's hand grabbed Philip's clothes tightly, as if he was about to use all his strength: "My lord...... Wolf...... Ride...... Bing ......" (To be continued......