The remaining Terran mercenaries slowly retreated, leaving the demoralized orc soldiers behind. Under the guidance of several large shield warriors with the intention of dying, the mad chief was led to the orcs.

Like a giant of crimson flesh and blood, Spain swung a huge bronze war hammer and knocked all the orcs in his way flying, but it also attracted him to the siege of the orc soldiers.

When it was discovered that fear could not save their lives, these orc soldiers, who had just laid down their farming tools, learned to fight their best. They seemed to be protecting the queen's rampaging ant colony, and they pounced on the chief without fear of life and death. Holding them with their hands and biting with their teeth, the soldiers tried to stop Spain's tracks, but the hammer would always appear in their path, knocking the fragile body away.

Without the onslaught of Spain in front of them, the Quaid's pursuit of the Terran mercenaries immediately became difficult. The mercenaries' tough leather armor and sturdy shields allow them to weaken or even avoid physical damage, while their sharp, sturdy weapons allow them to push back the Quaid warriors who pursue them. But the Quaid did not allow them to evacuate smoothly, and several archers kept pulling away their bone bows and shooting out one revenge after another.

The few remaining Great Shield warriors dragged their oak shields back at the rear, but they couldn't protect all the Terran mercenaries. Quaid shooters will always attack from tricky angles, hitting them in the shin or arm, slowing them down.

Riga and Gal had been at the front, having together chopped off the heads of two Terran mercenaries. While the predatory ice fields had made them accustomed to blood and killing, it was the first time Riga had killed a creature that resembled him. After all, the orcs with brown fur and two fangs looked closer to beasts than to humans, so the hunter did not hesitate to kill them.

When fighting a Terran mercenary, Rui's strong strength and the heat of the mysterious presence allowed him to always have the upper hand, knocking the mercenaries down one after another. But when he knocked the Terran mercenary's leather helmet away, revealing the young face inside, Riga hesitated. The thirst for life that flowed from those eyes made him stop the tomahawk he was swinging.

But the mercenary did not give up this opportunity, and he endured the pain and stabbed out the broadsword in his hand. But this was tantamount to giving up the protection of his head, and a red-bearded warrior smirked and split his head with a tomahawk, causing the blood to splatter Riga in the face.

The blood, which had always tasted sweet, was so bitter in Rigga's mouth that it made him dazed for a while.

A long cloak dragged behind him, occasionally brushing against the snow-covered ground, slowing down the speed of running. Therefore, in order to make it easier to fight, the Quaid warriors shook off their cloaks one by one, leaving only a shorter and more convenient shoulder. The shoulder warms and protects the shoulder, so the pursuing warrior does not even take it off. The familiarity with the terrain made the Quaid advance faster and faster, and in the blink of an eye, the wooden fence of the orc camp came into view.

The fleeing Terran mercenaries immediately rushed to the open gate, but the emaciated mage in dark red robes reappeared in front of the camp. This time, he rode on a strong Kabakin dwarf horse, and calmly began to cast spells.

The howling cold wind took away the words that had just come out of the mage's lips, so no one could hear what magic he was unleashing, the only thing visible was the glittering reflection from the wooden fence. When the mercenaries ran near the fence, the Terrans inside opened a stake, letting go about three yards long. The red-robed mage shook his body first and whapped the dwarf on the hip. The furry stallion immediately raised its hooves and staggered into the camp.

Seeing that the Terrans were about to enter the camp, a sturdy Quaid warrior sped up violently. His broad feet stomped across the ground, kicking the fluffy snow a few feet high. The Great Shield Warrior, who had been at the rear, did not expect this to happen, and he stood firm on the snow in a panic, leaning against his body and raising the large oak shield in his hand. No warrior dared to despise the blizzardous assault of the Quaids, for the dozens of bloody corpses on the battlefield had already taught them a bloody lesson.

The heavy shield once again blocked the slash of the twin axes, but when the mercenary warrior resisted the attack, he realized that he had been left behind by his companions. The rest of the warriors had all passed through the gate, and they were still moving back the section of fence that had been removed.

"Come back, run!" a familiar shield warrior shouted anxiously at him, causing the mercenary to finally begin to move his feet. The snow on the ground made him slip, but he didn't fall. The warrior threw down his heavy and obstructive shield and fled to the fence as if he had died.

'The Quaid didn't attack!' curiosity made the mercenary look back when he was less than five yards away from the fence, but he was startled by what he saw. Two Quaids were following in his footsteps, their bushy bearded faces sinister smiles, blue eyes in their sockets almost dark red from the desire to kill.

"Help me!" the warrior shouted to his fellow campers, but he was answered by a weak evasion. "I'm going home! My beloved Ellie, no one wants to blaspheme her as pure as a mountain orchid. The warrior shouted frantically, and his pace quickened a little. But it was not the palms of his comrades who greeted him.

The mercenaries who moved the fence fled quickly, as if to give up their hold on to the camp. It seemed as if the camp was in front of the Quid tomahawks, but the massive fireball that came at them made the Great Shield warriors feel relentless betrayal and despair.

A fireball the size of a basin struck the wooden fence and immediately swelled into a ball, enveloping the entire surrounding area of three yards. The cold weather on the ice field and the snow on the ground made the fireball a little less powerful, but for some reason, the flames burned along the ground, enveloping the Great Shield Warrior and the two Quaid warriors next to him.

The scorching sparks sprinkled on the fur coat immediately set the Quaid bodies on fire. The two mighty warriors rolled on the ground with a wail of pain, and it took a long time for the flames on their bodies to be extinguished, and they gasped weakly on the ground. Their hair and beards had burned out, and even their exposed skin was covered in red sores.

Spark ignited the rushing mercenary along with the fence, and a fierce flame erupted from there, and the Quaid warriors who had arrived here were forced to retreat a few yards to avoid the astonishing fire.

The flames held back the Quid pursuit, but gave the Terran mercenaries plenty of time to retreat. The remaining orcs had already fled to tribal territory adjacent to the Spain tribe, only because the Quaid tribe was closed off from each other and prevented them from crossing the demarcated border.

"The God of Harvest is above, this is really a perfect match!" the commander of the mercenaries praised the red-robed mage in surprise as he looked at the astonishing fire. He hadn't seen such a strange but effective sequence of magic in his decades of fighting, and a simple low-level greasy spell combined with a fireball technique could create such a fierce flame that the notoriously brave Quaid berserker stopped the charge.

"It's just a little trick. The red-robed mage chuckled smugly and replied in a hoarse voice. Although it seems to be quite kind, in fact, the red-robed mage has long been tired of this group of rude warriors, and if it weren't for those precious magic materials, he wouldn't have come to this ice field where even most demonic beasts don't want to live. Not to mention teaming up with a group of blood-drinking orcs and heretics who believe in the god of the harvest.

'Despicable heretics, how can you rude warriors know the greatness of magic! The red-robed mage cursed in his heart, and without saying a word, he pulled the reins of the Rakabagin dwarf horse, causing it to turn around and run towards the other gate of the camp.

"Let's go!" Seeing that the 'Master Mage' had already left, the mercenary commander immediately shouted loudly. Most of the mercenaries had retreated outside the camp, leaving behind warriors with dwarf horses and horses, so he wouldn't worry about being overtaken by the Quaids.

"Captain, what about those Quaid people who have been captured?" At this time, a young mercenary with a somewhat green face raised his hand hesitantly, and asked a little unbearably. The flames had spread, and in a corner near the flames were the few Quaids they had recently captured.

"Leave them to death!" The 'captain' spat out a mouthful of thick yellow phlegm over there, and then stared at the mercenary fiercely, "Remember to call me the head of the regiment, rookie." We've lost a dozen good guys for these guys, and I don't want to take any more lives! If you talk nonsense, I'll throw you into the fire! The god of harvest is above, and I, Mahan, will do what I say!"

Under the reprimand of the 'regimental commander' of Mahan, the young mercenary's face immediately turned extremely pale, and he nodded hurriedly, lest he really be thrown into the fire. It wasn't until everyone whipped the dwarf ** and left that he unwillingly glanced at the place where the Quaid people were held, and finally gritted his teeth and left tremblingly.

The flames had already burned into the house, so as he walked out of the camp, the screams from there made the mercenary tremble with fear and trembling. The pale face made his companions laugh at him, thinking that the mercenary was still afraid of Mahan's intimidation.

When the Quaids bypassed the wooden fence, they realized that all the Terrans had withdrawn. The flames had engulfed the entire camp, leaving the Quaid unable to find a way to get in. The good news is that the orc soldiers have been completely wiped out, and with the berserk chieftains as the main force in the battle, even the mad orcs will only be able to succumb before force.