Section 173: Fierce fighting overnight

"You mean, you're going to kill the rest?" said Lan Fake at once.

"Nonsense, when we encounter this kind of dog-eat-dog thing, why don't we take the opportunity to pick up the cheap, who are we worth?" said the old evil grinning.

"Hehe!" Lan Fake suddenly sneered, then looked at the battle in the distance, and said lightly: "I'm afraid you won't have a chance to pick up the bargain!"

"Why?" the old evil immediately asked curiously.

"Because I just found out that this wasn't a reciprocal battle!" said Blue Falco with a laugh.

"What do you mean?" asked the old evil in confusion, "Didn't you just say that the two sides were evenly matched?"

"Hehe!" Lan Fake smiled slightly, and then said with great relief: "That's because I didn't expect that there would be a high-level shaman in that orc's mercenary team just now!"

When the old evil heard this, he was also immediately surprised, you must know that the status of shamans in the beast clan is even higher than that of magicians in humans. In human society, magicians are at most as noble as nobles, but in the orcs, shamans have more status than nobles. Especially the high-level shaman, who is almost equivalent to a figure of the level of a human duke. Such a treasure is easy to find, how can it appear in a mercenary group?

The old evil then hurriedly turned his gaze to the battlefield, and sure enough, in the team of more than a hundred orc mercenaries, he saw two shamans dressed differently. The one on the left is a minotaur, he has a ** upper body, feathers on his head, and all kinds of ornaments all over his body. In front of him, there was a blood-red totem pole that was more than 3 meters long and more than two feet thick, and I don't know what it was made of.

However, although it is a heavy weapon, it is not used for combat most of the time, but is beaten as a war drum. I saw that the shaman was dancing around the totem pole non-stop, and at the same time hitting the totem pole with both hands extremely powerfully, emitting a majestic and high rhythm, all the orcs who heard the drum couldn't help but have a feeling of blood boiling, and at the same time, an invisible demonic power infiltrated their bodies, stimulating their bodies, thus making these orcs burst out with more terrifying combat power. This is the power of the shaman's war song, don't underestimate this war song, it can directly and greatly improve the all-round ability of the orcs, whether it is attack or defense, agility, there are good blessings. In short, a high-level shaman's war song can even increase the overall combat effectiveness of a unit by half.

As for the other shaman, it was a blue troll like Blue Falco. His dress was not much different from that of other orcs, he was also dressed in leather armor and held a 3.3 in his hand, but he did not participate in the battle. It was only when the warrior in front of him was scarred and bleeding that he waved his hand and spilled a yellow energy wave. This energy wave is like a spirit snake, bouncing back and forth on the wounded warriors, and the injuries on the warriors' bodies will be greatly healed wherever they pass. Obviously, this is a healing shaman, compared to the human Light Priest, although their healing wave is slightly less effective, but it can heal many people at once, and it is not wasted at all, which is very practical on the battlefield.

With these two shamans, the orcs were like fish in water. Led by a few minotaur warriors, they were like rocks in the waves, knocking back the human soldiers who rushed in waves.

The shaman's high war drums, the passionate roar of the warriors, the screams of the enemy dying and the long roar of the sword exchange are intertwined into an extremely exciting music, and the scene of the soldiers on both sides fighting against me under the starlight brings an inexplicable shock to the old evil and others!

They felt as if the blood in their bodies was about to boil, and a wave of fighting spirit rose spontaneously. If they didn't have a trace of reason to restrain their emotions, I'm afraid they wouldn't be able to help but kill them directly.

Not far from the orc team is a makeshift team of human mercenaries. They are numerous, they are strong, and most importantly, they don't have a healing priest in their ranks, but they do have 3 magicians!

Compared to shamans, mages do not help much to improve the combat effectiveness of troops. But when it comes to personal destructive power, the shaman is definitely not comparable to the horse. I saw that fifth-level fire mage, who was so desperate to throw powerful fire spells into the pile, that almost every blow could cause dozens or even hundreds of casualties. Whether it is the explosion technique or the fire wall technique, it is so terrifying, not only killing and injuring a large number of the opponent's living forces, but also destroying the opponent's neat formation, which greatly reduces the tacit cooperation of the army. And the most important thing is that their spells are too demoralizing for the other party. Even the warriors under Defoe who had experienced the battle had a wavering heart after a few spells were blasted down, and if this continued, someone would definitely turn around and run away.

In this case, Defoe naturally targeted the human beings. After all, compared to magicians, the danger of those orcs is still not enough. Moreover, because of the existence of shamans, orcs have become a hard bone, although the number is small, but it is not easy to gnaw down. But on the other hand, human beings, who have no priests and only mages, are typical of being strong in attack and weak in defense. Obviously, as long as the commander is not an idiot, he will choose to take out the human mercenaries first.

So, under the command of Defoe, his most elite 300 cavalry troops slaughtered the human mercenary position. It just so happened that at this time, the human mage had been exhausted by the fierce battle just now, and his magic power and spiritual power had been lost, and he was no longer able to send out powerful spells, so he could only rely on small spells to support the warriors in front.

However, almost half of Defoe's cavalry were warriors who could fight with spirit, and the leader was a sixth-level master, which was specially sent by the Augustus family for this operation. He knew how critical the situation was today, if he couldn't kill these people earlier, he and his subordinates wouldn't want to go back to Yanjing alive to enjoy the blessings, so it was also extremely tough to kill, and it was definitely a game of life. As a result, under the frontal assault of the cavalry and the encirclement of the infantry on all sides, the human mercenary group finally began to break up after nearly two hours of hard resistance, and was finally divided and surrounded, and then completely annihilated.

Of course, the final counterattack of the human mercenary group also caused huge damage to the army, and the 300 cavalry were almost wiped out, and even the sixth-level warrior was also killed by the two sixth-level mercenary captains. The rest of the infantry suffered even heavier losses, and in order to destroy these four or five hundred, Defoe's troops lost at least more than 1,000, including the most elite 300 cavalry.

In the end, Defoe had less than 300 men left to fight, and fewer than double-digit fighters could fight. But his opponent still has more than a hundred people, although the opponent is also exhausted, but with the help of the shaman, he still retains more than half of his combat power. Obviously, such an orc force is something that Defoe can't defeat at all.

Although Defoe planned to live in peace with others at this time, after all, so many people died, and the remaining water source should be enough. But the orcs did not do it, they hated the treacherous fellows, and they were determined to avenge the death of their comrades in battle. As a result, Defoe was finally chopped alive by the enraged orcs.

And Defoe is also a bit bloody, before he died, he actually destroyed the remaining waterwheel, and punctured his own water bladder, obviously trying to pull the orc back before he died.

So, the final result was very dramatic, both sides fought desperately all night for this bit of clear water, and more than 2,000 people died, but in the end, no one could get the clear water. The orcs who had won were also depressed.

But at this moment, an orc suddenly shouted, "Look, what is that?"

It turned out that when Defoe died, it was already dawn. So these people suddenly saw the old evil in the distance. In fact, the masters here can also see so far at night, but they have been fighting hard just now, and they don't have the time to look around, so that they only see Lao Xie and the others now.

Everyone looked up and saw the four people sitting on the back of the flying dragon drinking leisurely in the distance, and then the troll suddenly shouted: "Oh, damn it, I know, our water source was destroyed inexplicably, it can't be that they did it with the flying dragon, right?"

"Possibly!" shouted the Minotaur shaman, "Defoe will definitely not do it, although the human mercenaries may be internal annihilation, but they don't have the ability to infiltrate Defoe's military camp without knowing it?

"Go, go over and ask!" said the tall minotaur in the lead. Then, a hundred orcs walked towards the old evil in a rage.

The old evil did not flee in a panic, but only moved the mask on his face to hide his true appearance, and Paz and Lan Fako also used magic or magic to hide their appearance. Only Salas still watched indifferently, without the slightest intention of hiding his face, and the old evil didn't bother to care about him, so he recognized him.

Soon, the group of orcs came to the old evil and the others, and naturally separated left and right, until the four of them were surrounded. At this time, the old evil had a chance to take a closer look at this orc mercenary group. The members of this mercenary group are complex, there are more than a dozen minotaurs, a dozen trolls, in addition to werewolves, bear people, etc., there are about a dozen races.

(To be continued)