Dark green arrows flew past the chief's body, eventually striking a surrendered orc soldier in the chest. The corrosive liquid made the soldier look like a clay figure washed under the raging water, and half of his body melted in an instant, and even screams came out of his throat.

The liquid arrow was shot by a thin man standing on a wooden step, wearing a wide cloak completely different from that of a warrior, and the dark red color of congealed blood drew the attention of many Quaid warriors. The man's slender right arm wielded a short staff, and the other hand, hidden in a long sleeve, constantly sprinkled out various dark yellow powders. The crimson purple lips that were not obscured by the hood slammed up and down quickly, causing the dark blue gem embedded in the round upper end of the staff to ripple with palpitations, as if a terrifying power was brewing.

"It's the Terrans, the Terran mercenaries!" Riga desperately slashed down the orc warriors who were still resisting in front of him, and before he could wipe the blood from his eyes with the fur on either side of his bracers, he yelled in a hoarse voice. He wanted to warn the people around him, but the warriors who had been to the human nation as mercenaries were more familiar with the Terrans who had suddenly appeared before him than the hunters. For example, the emaciated man is a mage among humans who can wield magical powers. The dark red robe means that he is blessed by the Neutral Moon, the Red Moon Ruilin Ace, and is between the white and black mages.

Before he could clear out the orc soldiers who were still resisting, nearly a hundred feathered arrows were shot from behind the Terran battle array in the distance, as if they could cover the sky. The cunning orc commander used these weakest and most humble low-ranking soldiers as bait, and all the archers were concentrated in the rear of the battle formation, and in this moment, he showed his deadly fangs to the Quaid warriors.

The burst of feathered arrows pierced the air that was about to freeze from the cold, and immediately knocked several Quaid warriors to the ground who were still slashing at the orc soldiers. One of the unlucky eggs was shot directly through the neck, and the blood that spurted from the wound like a hot spring made him lose the temperature of his life after a few breaths. The pain of the wound caused the other warriors to huddle in the snow and breathe in pain, blood flowing down the shafts of the arrows that had penetrated deep into their bodies, and in the blink of an eye, they were frozen into dark red ice.

Only a few nimble Quaid warriors spotted the archer's attack in time, shouting warnings to hide behind the thick trunks of trees, avoiding the deadly arrows. Most of the warriors didn't have time to dodge, but their combat experience allowed them to grab the orc's body as a shield and block the arrows that flew at them. Inexperienced warriors like Riga lay directly on the snow, curled up in a ball and rolled nimbly towards the surrounding trees.

As the warrior at the forefront, Chief Spain was the most heavily attacked, and at least half of the arrows fired by the orcs were aimed at the tall warrior. The massive bronze hammer swung exaggeratedly in the air, and the powerful wind pressure that could bend the branches directly deflected the direction of a dozen arrows, causing them to lose their accuracy and shoot at the trunks or snow around them.

But this was only the beginning of the enemy's attack, and the emaciated red-robed mage who had been hiding in the battle formation of the Terran mercenaries had finally prepared his spells. As if he was concocting an extremely unstable magic potion, he waved his short staff seriously and effortlessly, releasing a light blue light. "Ice Touch!" the hoarse voice carried a temperature that seemed to freeze the soul, leaving Sparin slightly stunned.

At this moment, a pale blue light shot into the snow beneath the chief's feet, hidden in some unknown corner. Like a venomous snake hiding around its prey, ready to open its venom-filled kiss at any moment. Spain cautiously observed the ground around him, his sharp eyes watching the movement of every snowflake, guarding against the magic known as the 'Touch of Ice'.

As his attention was drawn to the ground, the arrow finally landed in the chief's body. Although the cuirass made of the skin of the monster bull blocked the arrows, the impact it brought still caused Spain to stumble and almost lose his balance. And at this time, the touch of ice finally emerged from under the hard frozen soil. Under the control of the emaciated mage, three or four long tentacles formed by pale blue freezing air swung violently like long whips, and swept towards the chief who had no time to dodge.

When a pale blue tentacle grazed the chief's ankle, twisting to wrap it up, Spain immediately struggled heavily, raising his foot to dodge the blow. But he still felt a biting cold where he was touched by the tentacles, and even the extremely hardy snow badger skin did not block the attack, making his already inflexible body even more bulky and stiff.

When both the orc archer and the red-robed mage were drawn to the chieftain's attention, the Quaid finally had a respite. A dozen warriors with bows and arrows on their backs immediately began a counterattack. The bows in their hands made of beast bones were more bullety and could shoot farther than the orcs, so the arrows fired by the Quaids immediately claimed the lives of a dozen orc archers.

The orc soldiers crouching on the ground saw that the battle between the Quaids and their own side had reached a stalemate, and the ferocity and cruelty hidden in their hearts spread again. They picked up their dropped weapons from the ground and pounced on the Quaid warriors, who had been hit by arrows and could only lie on the ground gasping for breath.

Heavy tomahawks and wooden clubs were swung, and the two warriors, who were simply unable to fight back, were immediately smashed with a muffled grunt. Blood flowed down the hideous wound, and soon they stopped breathing. The enraged Quaid warrior immediately turned his bow and arrow, shooting down the orcs who dared to stand up and resist. The rest of the warriors also bravely rushed out, wielding heavy weapons to cut down all the orc soldiers who were still alive, whether they grabbed the weapons on the ground or not.

After a few volleys, the orc archers made wooden bows of varying levels took the rhythm out of their attacks. This gave the Quaid a chance to win, and the angry warriors rushed straight towards the orc soldiers who had relined them, ignoring the chaotic array of arrows. Warriors with bone bows were behind them, knocking out orc archers who wanted to fight back. Chief Spain rushed to the front again, and although the power of the Ice Touch was strange, it could not affect him, a powerful warrior of the sixth level, for a long time.

"Defense!" Seeing the Quid people's beast-like strong bodies approaching, the command of the Terran mercenaries immediately ordered. More than a dozen warriors wrapped in armor immediately squeezed out of the array, their metal armor pages glowing with a somewhat blinding light, and they carried huge oak shields on their shoulders.

"Shield!" the human warriors walked to the front of the battle array, and with a terrifying snort, they stuck their large oak shields, which were more than four feet high, into the ground covered in fluffy snow. Immediately after that, more than a dozen sharp spears stretched out from the gap in the shield, forming a porcupine-like formation. Compared to these mercenaries, the orc soldiers looked like farmers who had just picked up arms.

The orc soldiers, who had just failed, held their weapons in fear, and their bodies shrank back as much as possible, as if this would give them a sense of security. Behind them stood a line of tall orc warriors in tattered leather armor, their bloodstained weapons in their hands and several blood-drenched headless corpses on the ground that made them give up the idea of escaping.

"Madness!" When he was less than five yards away from the Terran battle formation, Chief Spain finally used the Quid talent to make enemies fearful and envious. Blood immediately poured out of his body, causing the muscles throughout his body to swell. The chief originally had an eight-foot-tall body, but after going berserk, his body rose another half a foot out of thin air.

Like a frost giant rushing out of the depths of the ice field, Chief Spain rushed towards the row of oak shields. The bronze sledgehammer swung like fluttering feathers in the hands of the berserker warriors, bending the outstretched spears with a single thud. Then the chief's furious body slammed into the row of giant shields, and the brute force of a young dragon shattered the large shield directly in front of him. The mighty Terran warrior had only time to snort before flying upside down and smashing into the mercenary behind him.

The seemingly strong and sturdy battle formation was instantly broken by Spain's brute force. Next, a large number of Quaid warriors rushed over and fought the Terran mercenaries who had not yet recovered from the impact.

Riga immediately found a wounded Great Shield warrior. The mercenary was not yet conscious, and the hand he held the shield struggled to hold his swollen head, while his other strong arm was bent to the side at an odd angle.

"Kill!" Riga roared with a terrifying grin, and the two battle axes with heavy axes slammed into the Great Shield Warrior's head almost simultaneously. But the mercenary warrior's keen perception saved him, and the heavy oak shield rested on his head in time, leaving the hunter's attack only two deep trenches on the shield. But he couldn't block the next attack, and Riga kicked the mercenary hard in the thigh, knocking him straight to the ground.

On the other side, Gar just pulled out his bronze sword from the mouth of an orc soldier, and with a bloody roar of anger, he swung out the long sword in his right hand, just cutting off half of the face of the big shield warrior.

Like a powerless beast, Sparin smashed the enemies in front of him one by one. The side effects of madness left him with only the consciousness of fighting and killing in his head, but ignoring the most important enemy, the red-robed mage. I don't know when it began, but the only ones left to fight were the orc soldiers and a group of abandoned Terran mercenaries, and the enemies, including the red-robed mage and the orc archer, had already withdrawn in silence.