The fire elemental bowed down at Siegel's command and ran towards the ground. Sooner or later, it rushed into its pursuers with the incredible speed and agility of the orcs. Faced with the axe thrown by the orc, the fire elemental rolled up in the air with one hand, changed hands from the back of his head, drew an arc in the air, and threw it back with the other hand. Even so, it still has two hands free and can attack. One of them wrapped around the orc's wrist, and the other caught the falling dagger. The orc, who had been robbed of his weapon, was still screaming for burns on his hand when he was pierced in the abdomen by a short sword.

The orcs cheered up and chanted the name of the beastmaster god. Their blood is flowing rapidly, their muscles are swollen, and their skin becomes hard. With the power of rage, these orcs are faster and more aggressive. They gathered around the fire elemental and struck the flames with steel.

The fire elemental leaped to its feet and easily jumped out of the circle of siege. It writhed violently in the air, giving full play to its advantages of four hands, four feet and one tail, attacking all orcs at the same time. But unlike the one-on-one offensive just now, the current behavior is more about getting out of the encirclement and less focused on damage. The dwarves' infantry skills do not have this kind of leaping away, but the martial arts on their hands and feet are the same.

With just one misshape, the fire elemental has plenty of room to maneuver. With its speed beyond the orcs' movement, it has been making arcs around its opponents, facing as many enemies as possible at a time, and then taking advantage of its multiple hands and feet. For a moment, flames flew along with the arms, and broken weapons and blood swirled and sprayed in the air, many of which were ignited before they could hit the ground. The five orcs who rushed to the front were strangled by the fire elemental in this way, and their record was nothing more than seven or eight wounds left on it.

Siegel assessed the combat power of the Fire Elemental from afar. Much better than the standard elemental summoning spells. The Flame Weapon enhances the Elemental's size and combat power. The Memory Brand strengthens the martial arts of the minions. But when the fire elemental uses dwarven skills. Inevitably, there were still stasis and bugs, which somewhat reduced the fire elemental's defenses. This will be the next step in the improvement direction, but so far the fire elemental has been doing well.

Until the second wave of orc pursuers caught up. They had seen it from afar on the hillside, after all, the light of the fire elemental illuminated the battlefield, so striking in the darkest hours before dawn that it was impossible to see clearly. The orcs were prepared, and they moved together. Instead of choosing to melee with the fire elemental, they uniformly pulled out their throwing weapons. Including throwing axes, javelins, daggers, and so on. The orcs threw at the same time, one after the other, for a total of four rounds.

The fire elemental tried to dodge and move, but the ranged weapons that formed the formation were difficult to dodge completely. Without armor protection, it is easy to be suppressed under the onslaught of ranged weapons, and it is difficult to have suitable armor for the special structure of elemental creatures. Only some of the protective enchantments that can be cast on items are suitable for elemental creatures, but in this situation it is too late - and it will affect the results of Siegel's testing of elemental abilities.

Through observation, Siegel further understood the strengths and weaknesses of his spell, and then gave the order to surprise him. The fire elemental compresses itself as much as possible to reduce the chance of being attacked. Then approach the enemy as fast as you can. It trades damage for damage and pursues the fastest kill speed. Metal weapons and flamed bodies collide in the air. Make a screeching sound. The fire elementals and the howls of the orcs came and went, and the mountain road continued to erupt in flames, making people dizzy to watch.

Siegel wasn't idle, unleashing energy missile spells from afar, attacking enemies who tried to bypass the battlefield. Unlike arrows, which slow down after being fired, the purple-red balls of light still retain their initial strength when they travel a distance of tens of meters, and they hit orcs as accurately as if they had eyes. Rather than concentrating his fire on killing a single orc, Siegel spread the damage evenly, allowing the energy missiles to spread out and inflict as many serious casualties as possible.

Due to the limitation of the range, the orcs had no good way to deal with the mage for a while, so they went all out to eliminate the fire element that stood in the way. After paying more than twenty new deaths, the large fire elemental warrior finally couldn't bear the damage and collapsed in midair. There were still seven orcs on the mountain road who maintained their fighting power, and they extinguished the flames on each other's bodies, panting and looking at the mage angrily. If it weren't for the fact that the chasing team had consumed too much physical strength, they would not have paid so many casualties.

Siegel stood in the middle of the road and smiled at them. The staff slashed in a mysterious arc through the air, and another identical fire elemental appeared out of thin air. Naturally, this is not a conjugation, it is just an illusion. The breakout battle has just begun, and he still has to conserve his strength.

Seeing the reappearance of the fire elemental, the orcs looked at each other. Since they had already experienced a battle, and their bodies had reached their limits, the power of the rage faded from them. The orcs felt very weak and did not have faith in defeating the second fire elemental.

With a wave of his hand, the fire elemental illusion rushed forward at his command. At the same time, the mage recited a dreadful spell, using the power of magic to further reduce the orcs' will to fight. This method of warfare has indeed paid off. The pursuers turned around and fled, discarding their seriously wounded comrades who were still wailing on the ground.

The counterattack was sufficient, and the mage ordered the fire elemental to defend on the mountain road, and he quickly turned around and left. The orcs will surely send more elite warriors, and perhaps witch priests will follow. Even without the power of witchcraft spells, orc armor warriors combined with elite archers are still a very lethal combination.

But Siegel had bought enough time for the civilians, and they successfully passed the narrow lane of defense set up by the paladins.

According to the order of Count Todd, five paladins and two priests were left here as the main force, and more than twenty mercenaries were also left. The Count offered them a reward of one hundred gold coins, half of which was to be paid on the spot to their trusted friends, and the remaining half was to be given after the mercenaries had held out for four hours. If they can come back alive, they will send it to themselves, and if they are unfortunate enough to die, they will still give it to their friends. Each mercenary group has one or two people who can be entrusted with the aftermath, and the mercenaries weigh the difficulty of the battle, think that the price is reasonable, and stay.

They watched Siegel stop his pursuers at the end of the group, cheering for the mage as he passed. A daring mercenary approached and asked Siegel to cast a spell on them.

"My offensive spells didn't last for four hours. Siegel said truthfully, "It's the same with the buffs. The only thing that lasts is illusion, but what kind of illusion do you need to help?"

The mercenaries looked at each other, they didn't know anything about spells.

Siegel looked closely at his surroundings and couldn't think of a good place to cast his illusion. It was originally a narrow road in the valley, and most of the space was blocked by improvised obstacles. On one side of the road is a steep cliff that protrudes outwards and is difficult to climb, and on the other side is a sloping gravel slope that can lead to tumbling and falling off the cliff if you step on it.

In the expectant gaze of everyone, the mage thought of an idea. His spells won't help much in battle, but at least try to cover their retreat. He took the mercenary's dagger and cast a conditionally triggered sound illusion on it, the Devil's Mouth.

In some places, this is the kind of spell that makes a sound when someone transforms it.

"Remember, when you are about to retreat, stick this dagger into the entity. It doesn't matter if it's a scabbard or a corpse, so you can trigger the spell. Inside is a very figurative orc roar, capable of screaming and making them retreat. ”

"Did this work?"

"It will work. Siegel smiled and replied, "At least it will confuse them for a moment." Then, he patted the mercenaries on the shoulder and told them the greatest truth of this battle: "Remember, the priests who always follow the Temple of Dawn are the true guardians." ”

Janet was waiting for him in the middle of the line, and the two of them walked side by side. The group made rapid progress on the mountain road, struggling to survive in the increasingly heavy air. If you look back, you can see a lead-gray cloud on the north side of the walled mountain range, which cannot be illuminated even by the rising golden sun. At this time, even ordinary people who did not have a magically sensitive physique began to feel depressed and irritable in their hearts, and tried their best to stay away from the dangerous mountain area. No one dared to rest at this time, not even to stop to eat. The elderly and children who were not in good health were cared for in turn, and the knights divided their horses to carry the old and the weak. Under Sir Bill's command, Evan and Siegel took the lead in sharing the dry food so that everyone could barely fill their stomachs while they were marching. At this time, you can't pay attention to eating hot and drinking strong, and it's good to be able to swallow something cooked.

Originally, the procession was still marching in the morning sun, but by noon the surroundings were completely dark. The clouds in the north cover the sun like a cover, and everyone has the illusion that the night has arrived early. The mage looked up into the sky, observing the clouds with the help of his psionic powers. Sure enough, countless resentful spirits hid inside, entangled, bitten, and scuffled with each other, constantly devouring their own kind and growing. In the process, a large amount of magical energy escapes, forming leaping ball lightning in the sky. But the lightning, like the wraith, is bound within the reach of the dark clouds and cannot escape.

In the afternoon, the dark clouds suddenly dissipated, and countless resentful spirits swooped down, mixed with ball lightning, and hit the creatures on the mountain together. At this time, whether it was orcs or half-orcs, pines and cypresses or moss, they were all attacked indiscriminately. Even the stone towers of the Black Blood Castle trembled under the ravages of this force. This is the prophesied place of death. Siegel looked back, thinking in his heart, what does it mean to be left to die and come back to life?

He had an almost rebellious thought in his heart: His Royal Highness the Prince missed all the prophecies, neither retreated in the face of the plague, nor advanced in the face of darkness, nor did he put it to death, so he would lose the opportunity to "live in the afterlife"?

How will a prince without "vitality" affect the future of the Star Kingdom?

His gaze shifted to Evan. (To be continued......)