Compared to the previous shipyard, this time it is more familiar. The mage's summons swooped down on the tool room, the racks in the dry dock, and the warehouse where the wood was stacked. Hum guessed Siegel's thoughts, and although he wanted to get on the ship as soon as possible and leave the city with his people, it was a pity that none of them had the experience of sailing, and it would be nice not to even be dizzy on deck - they couldn't do without Siegel.

Siegel watched their anxiety and knew that this improvised team lacked the real will to fight. He kept his stay at the shipyard as short as possible, but also had enough energy for the rest of the battle.

A half-orc gladiator handed him a helmet that had been taken off the dead orc. The smarter warriors were looking for as much armor as they could, and a few of them used planks as shields - and perhaps the female spots could be used as floats in the sea to save their lives. Siegel looked at the horned helmet in his hand, and when he put it on, he found that the slit between his eyes was too much of an obstacle, so he threw the helmet to Humke. As a mage on the battlefield, it would be nice to have a simple set of armor that didn't affect the spellcasting action, and he missed his breastplate very much right now, with good protection and no interference with the operation of his arms. Although he could not wear armor, he picked up a longbow and quiver from the ground and straddled them diagonally on his back. He then picked up his hammer and followed Raven's instructions to the next shipyard.

The team followed closely behind Siegel, and everyone was almost in a close group, making their way along the road by the coast. The squid with a burning eye on Siegel's cloak shows everyone the way forward. After rounding a corner, the travel slows down. According to the information of the Demon Pet, a group of orcs are fighting each other in front of them, and two witch priests are trying to remove the threat of the wraith.

"Stop, hide. Siegel gave a simple order: "There are about 100 people in front, and it is impossible to rush hard, so don't speak." ”

Those possessed by the spirit do not use ranged weapons, and can only slash wildly with swords at most. The dispelling power of the witch sacrifice is the nemesis of the spirit, like throwing a red-hot coal into the snow, and the two will quickly separate the winner from each other. With these enemies in his way, Siegel couldn't possibly confront it head-on, and he didn't think that his hundred refugees would be able to wipe out the same number of orc warriors.

He put away the fire from his hammer, swapped his weapon for a long bow, and crept closer from the side of the battlefield. He did his best to hide himself in the shadows, and then secretly aimed at the witch priest's head. He demonized his weapons to make his longbow as precise and powerful as possible.

The orcs are also good at fighting, and their ability to use maces is not weaker than the swordsmanship of ordinary warriors. Whether it was charging or defending, even if they were besieged by two or three people, they did not panic. During melee combat, the Witch Priests are constantly moving around, but they have to stand still to disperse the undead, and that's the opportunity Siegel was waiting for.

Keeping in mind the archery tricks taught to him by Leah, Siegel pushes the bow forward with his left hand but does not hold it, holds the arrow with his right hand and waits until the last minute before shooting, the arrow needs to be on the same side as the hand that draws the bow so that he can shoot quickly, and he needs to aim with both eyes, although it is easy to close one eye, it will lose the sense of distance on the battlefield.

The ground on the battlefield was wet and slippery, with blood and mud mixed together. The orc witch priest tripped over a corpse and nearly slipped, but the wraith across from him rushed up and slashed at his head with an axe. 'Hit it quickly,' Siegel thought to himself, 'and that would save me trouble.' Unfortunately, his prayer never worked, and the orc witch priest was able to maintain its balance, though slippery under his feet. The axe that slashed at him was set aside by the guards next to him, and he also took the opportunity to raise the giant eye talisman hanging from his chest.

This was the opportunity that Siegel was waiting for, and he did not hesitate to bend his bow and shoot arrows. Arrows of magic flew out, full of Siegel's hopes. However, the battlefield did not depend on the will of man, and the arrows were blocked by the orcs who happened to move over. Although it also shot into his forehead and killed him, the witch priest was still alive and well.

The light that dispersed the undead emanated, and several more resentful spirits vanished in the screams. The witch priest turned his head to see Siegel, and saw a second arrow flying towards him. He crouched down, and Siegel's arrow grazed his scalp and was dodged. The Witch Priest then began praying for divine powers, hoping that the Beastmaster God would take away the sight of his enemies.

Siegel saw from afar that the witch priest was casting a spell, but he couldn't make out what kind of spell it was. Suddenly, he felt a tingling in his eyes, and immediately guessed in his heart that it was a curse that blinded him. Without a moment's delay, Siegel immediately transformed into a skeleton. Although the skeleton has vision, it has no eyeball organization after all, and the curse of the witch sacrifice just fell short.

The sudden transformation into a skeleton made the orc stun for a moment, causing him to not dodge the third arrow. Before the witch guards could rush forward, Siegel managed to shoot a feathered arrow into the enemy's mouth, inflicting an incurable fatal wound. Whether it's a healing potion or a spell, the witch sacrifice can neither drink nor chant incantations, but can only pinch the wound and make a hollow "heh...... ...... sound, and then fell to the ground and died.

Without the protection of divine magic, the orcs began to be at a disadvantage when faced with elusive spirits. One of the orc captains came up with a brilliant idea, and every time he raised his weapon, he would shout, "For the victory of the warlord!" The wraith-possessed orcs could not speak, so naturally they could not respond to this slogan. The other orcs did the same, shouting a slogan every time they wielded their weapons. Although this will not really improve their combat ability, it will not fall into the chaos of being unable to distinguish between friend and foe, and the combat efficiency will be increased all of a sudden. Soon they were able to suppress the orcs possessed by the spirits and quickly kill them.

But the power of the wraith lies in its continued possession. Even though each possession makes the wraiths weaker, their bodies are not damaged by normal weapons at all, so possession is difficult to stop. Soon, with a few rounds of tug-of-war, the numerical advantage returned to the side of the wraith. Siegel thought about it for a while, and re-revised the comparison of the combat power of the wraiths and orcs according to the situation on the field, so that he could make a more accurate judgment the next time he encountered this situation.

After the victory, the Wraith will definitely look for the next wave of opponents, and will not allow them to discover the ranks of the fleeing. The mage has come up with a countermeasure to drive away these undead with anti-evil spells, but such a method will consume a lot of energy. According to the Raven's instructions, a group of local residents not far away were trying to put out the fire, scooping water from a well and throwing buckets into the fire. Siegel whispered a spell, creating the screams of the orc troops in the direction of the firefighter, creating the illusion of a dense crowd of living creatures in that direction, while waving a spell to protect against evil. The wraith, with the goal of killing, did not like the glow emanating from the mage's wand, so he did not hesitate to turn in the direction guided by Siegel's illusion.

The path forward was awayed, and the mage returned to his original human form and returned to the group. He noticed that just a few moments later, more than twenty fugitives had left the group, and he didn't know where to go. However, the rest of the team has become more determined, and the cohesion of the team has increased instead of decreasing.

Stepping over the piles of corpses on the ground, the group continued in the direction of the harbor. The fishy smell of the sea ahead is getting stronger and stronger, and it can already overshadow the smell of blood and fireworks. At this time, there were scattered orcs attacking the ranks of the fleeers, and some slaves in shackles who wanted to defect. The way to deal with these people is to go through with an axe, the former cutting off the head, the latter cutting off the iron chain.

The resistance ahead is growing, but Siegel has his own way of dealing with them. Manifest Potions and Flame Crystal shards will always create allies that will allow them to flank enemies. Siegel carefully controlled the number of wraiths, preferring to let the orc warriors win rather than let the undead form a scale. He only needed a metal sword to deal with the orcs, and the magic cost of fighting the wraiths would not make up for a while.

With a loud bang, a wooden house in front of him collapsed, and a huge figure pierced through the wall and appeared in front of the mage. It was a two-headed troll, holding a spear in one hand and a machete in the other. In front of it lay a corpse, which Siegel recognized as Tim the "Assassin". Impulsiveness cost him his life, and the cause of death was a spear through the abdominal cavity, and then all the intestines were pulled out of the body. Manna didn't have a longbow in her hand, and she threw the dart in her hand as she jumped backwards. However, for a thick-skinned troll, the damage that darts can do is too low to counteract its regeneration and regeneration rate to pose a deadly threat. But the constant harassment of the woman in front of him distracted the big man, and he just wanted to quickly grab the dexterous rabbit and tear it in half and stuff it into two mouths.

The team of fugitives rushed forward, and Hum, who was the fastest at his pace, leaped high and swung his weapon at the trolls in the air. Siegel threw his hammer and struck the enemy's machete, while a gladiator's javelin forced the monster to flick with his spear. "He's not wearing a helmet, with all his might!" Siegel shouted. The orc Hum lived up to his expectations and split one of the heads in two with a machete. The impact of the collision paralyzed his arm, but his speed under his feet was not affected. Hum rolled on the ground, dodging the enemy's big feet, and the orc gladiator brothers who swarmed up cooperated to cut off the head of another troll.

"Mana, are you alright?" Siegel walked briskly towards her, unaware of the distant enemy. Fortunately, the raven shouted a warning, and the soul-shaking cry startled the mage. Siegel didn't think much about it at all, and rolled on the spot at the behest of the demon pet. A black light shot out and slammed into the ground beside him, and only then did he hear a "buzz" sound. The rock that was hit exploded into pieces, and the black light went straight into the ground to a depth of half a meter. Siegel took a closer look, only to realize that it was a siege bolt, mostly used for city wall defense or sea ships. Siegel looked to the other side, and there was a black battleship floating silently on the water, without lights or sound, like a lifeless shadow. In the cold wind of the night, a flag with three bloody eyes fluttered slowly—it was the flag of Lunth, the ship the flagship of the Three-Eyed Warlords' Navy.