Ever since humans became the dominant race in the Eastern Kingdoms, the lingua franca has become a compulsory language in the major kingdoms.

Strange to say, without a systematic translation, the barrage would not have understood the Salas language of the High Elves at all.

But they were very familiar with the lingua franca, and from time to time they could come up with a few swear phrases that Sarren had never heard.

Before the battle, Sarean was unsure if the orcs could understand the lingua franca of humanity.

Judging from their angry expressions with rising blood pressure now, they should have understood, at least understood.

“Lok’tar ogar！”

The three orcs in good condition rushed towards Sarren with a war cry.

Although he wanted to give these orcs a hard shot, in order not to arouse their suspicion, Sarean temporarily took a defensive position, focusing on dodging and blocking.

Parrying the tomahawk with his one-handed sword and sliding it away, Salaen took the time to glance at the orc's stats with his Eagle Eye.

The 8 orcs are all warriors, most of them are between 15-20 levels, and only the leader of the squad has level 21.

Judging from the superficial data, Sarjan, who had just reached level 24 after killing the red dragon, could not close a decisive gap with these orcs.

But well...... Racial differences do exist, and dealing with mortal races with the initially awakened dragon physique is somewhat bullying.

In barrage parlance, this is called panel fraud.

"Bell!"

Dodging the second axe sideways, Sarjan calmly adjusted his posture, used his shield to catch the attack of the third orc and at the same time reversed the force, and with stronger strength, he bounced away the opponent's right hand holding the axe, and followed up with a one-handed long sword.

The orcs, who believed that they had the advantage of numbers, never expected that Salian would find an opportunity to fight back in such a situation.

"Whew!"

Caught off guard, the armor on the front chest of the orc, whose middle door was wide open, was cut by the long sword.

Frightened, the three orcs temporarily halted their attack and cautiously waited for the other companions to catch up.

Delaying the time is exactly what Sarian wants, even if there is an absolute advantage in strength when one-on-one, it is still risky to face multiple enemies at the same time.

"Huh~"

A special whistle came to Sarren's ears from not far away, and he immediately stopped his offensive stance, lowered his center of gravity and set up his shield, and once again assumed a defensive stance.

The two serial traps and the sarren's surprise attack were intertwined, and the orcs, choked on the throat by the paralyzing poison, could not pull the two companions out of the swamp, and could only watch them slowly sink into the bottomless quagmire with desperate wails.

One-on-three, Salian can easily suppress the enemy, and even find an opportunity to counterattack.

But when the number of enemies increased to six, Salian completely abandoned the attack, focusing all his attention on defensive delays.

In order to ensure that the angle of being surrounded by the enemy did not exceed 180°, Salian kept moving his feet during the battle to avoid a fatal backlash.

The orc squad leader gradually discovered the problem during the battle, due to the limitation of the position, there will be no more than 4 people who can attack Sarren at the same time, and the extra 2 people can only stupidly look for a position everywhere.

Just as he was about to order the remaining two to save the dragon first, Vali, who had been hiding by the side and watching the opportunity, pulled out his hand.

Thieves are fighting this kind of battle, either they don't shoot, or they kill with one blow.

If Valilla dares to emerge from the shadows with two people, it means that one of the enemies is dead.

Due to the problems of forging technology and raw materials, the armor protection area of orcs is small, and they can usually only protect the chest and head.

Valeera's chosen site of assassination was the neck.

Two daggers stabbed the orc in the neck, one left and one right, severing his trachea and major cervical artery at the same time, effectively declaring him dead.

The first to kill a target, Valera didn't fight, and with a wrong step dodged the angry backhand tomahawk of another orc.

A thief who is out of stealth is much less threatening, but strictly speaking, Valeera, who has been hanging out with the war madman Sarjan for a long time, cannot be considered a purebred thief.

She has a level 21 Rogue, a Rank 21, and a Level 10 Rank Warrior, which is very rare among Thieves.

To use a thin dagger in hand-to-hand combat is to kill yourself.

As she jumped back, Valera quickly put her dagger back into the sheath at her waist and pulled out the two one-handed swords that hung crosswise behind her back.

Valeera's choice of sword is different from Salren's.

When Salian uses a one-handed sword, it is usually combined with a shield and focuses on defense.

Therefore, when choosing a one-handed sword, his main emphasis was on balance, moderate weight, and both offensive and defensive.

And the long sword in Valeera's hand knew at a glance that it was pursuing attack, its blade was very thin and could not withstand a strong blow, but the sharpness was far from being comparable to that of ordinary long swords.

Judging from the faint green light reflected from the swords, these two swords were also smeared with poison, and just the slightest wound on the enemy could change the overall situation of the battle.

……

While Saljan and Valilla were holding back the orc team's movements, Winresa was hurrying to adjust the trap launcher, and Ronin was preparing the Great Spell with words in his mouth.

As the incantation was chanted, the temperature around Luo Ning began to gradually rise, and the fire elemental visible to the naked eye was converging towards him.

After adjusting the angle of the dispenser, Wen Lesa glanced at Ronin, who was still chanting the incantation, and at this time, a large field of fire had surged beside him.

Winresa had worked with the mage in Quel'Thalas, and she recognized the spell that Ronin was preparing.

'It's a bit of a shame that it's not an ice-type spell, but it's enough to deal with these orcs. ’

"Whew!"

The bright signal arrow was fired by Winlessa.

Finally receiving the signal, Salian and Valilla retreated at the same time.

"Bang~"

A smoke bomb obscuring the view exploded in a small area, and the orcs cursed and waved their weapons in an attempt to disperse the smoke.

Wen Lesa didn't give the orcs another chance to behave, and shot three magic traps in quick succession through the trap launcher that had not yet been triggered.

As the three traps landed one after another, large patches of frost began to spread from the feet of the orcs who had not yet broken out of the fog.

The special environment of the wetlands allows ice spells to be more effective here.

All the orc's ankles were frozen by the spreading frost trap, and at the same time, Ronin finally finished the incantation and raised his staff high.

"Firestorm!"

The sudden rise in temperature in the center of the battlefield melted the frost that had frozen the orcs.

But these orcs were not glad for this, and the continuously rising temperature allowed them to experience a double heaven of ice and fire before they died.

"Boom!"

……

With the Griffin Knights squad led by Furstad holding down the three Red Dragon Knights, Daylin Prodmore effortlessly annihilated the orc's motley navy.

In order to avoid attracting unwanted attention, Wen Lesa deliberately asked Ronin to narrow down the scope of the spell.

At this time, Dai Lin, who was looking at the coastline in a daze, happened to see this small string of firelight.

Dai Lin was a middle-aged man with a dignified bearing, wearing a dark blue navy uniform and a sailor's three-cornered hat on his head, and his appearance was very heroic.

But at this time, Dai Lin's dark circles were very heavy, and there were a lot of bloodshots in his eyes, which seemed to be because he hadn't been able to rest well in the recent past.

Noticing the light of the fire in the middle of the wetland, a thoughtful look flashed in the eyes of the somewhat distracted Dai Lin.

"Cyrus."

A well-built officer of Kul Tiras hurriedly trotted over.

"Your Majesty, please order."

Dai Lin raised the scimitar in his right hand and pointed in the direction of the coastline: "There is an abnormal situation in the inland of the wetland, you take a small landing force to take a look, there should be someone who has clashed with those damn orcs." ”

Looking up at Furstad and the others who were still fighting with the two red dragon knights in the air, Dalin's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Let the Dragon Raider Fustad personally escort ...... It's not a small one. ”

"I would venture to speculate that someone is carrying out a covert operation that could affect the whole of the war."

"But they seem to be in a bit of trouble, and maybe we can help them."

After Cyrus's team set off in a small boat, Daillin looked back at the orc sailors floating on the sea for help, his eyes became very gloomy, and he could faintly see some sadness and remorse.

One of the soldiers asked tentatively, "Your Majesty, do you want to save them?" ”

"Save? Orcs? ”

Dai Lin sneered and vetoed: "Of course not! ”

"Only dead orcs are good orcs...... Pass my orders! Avenge the First Fleet, leave no prisoners, and kill all the Orcs who have fallen overboard! ”