Emperor of Arcane

boom!

The black ax and the sharp dragon claws collided together, causing jumping sparks.

Yaya and Grieg took a step back at the same time, but the latter recovered faster and continued to sprint forward with all his strength.

As long as Grieg cannot be restrained immediately, this terrifying orc can continue to attack with all his strength!

Yaya tried his best to fight with Grieg. His whole body was covered with wounds, but he had no intention of getting out of the way.

Different from her usual beautiful appearance, Yaya looked miserable at this time.

All the Gulf Territory soldiers gritted their teeth. Their fear of the "earthquake technique" gradually dissipated. Instead, they were all filled with rage and wished they could kill themselves instead.

After each hard collision, Yaya's injuries will worsen.

Grieg also noticed this and tried his best to attack the injured part of Yaya, trying to expand the damage to Yaya.

Yaya struggled for six or seven minutes, his health dropped by 1/4, his body was seriously injured, and he could no longer keep up with Grieg's speed after the explosion.

Grieg, who seized the opportunity, burst out with terrifying aura, and with unspeakable murderous intent, he slashed hard at Yaya's head, and at the same time shouted loudly:

"die!"

"No!!"

"don't want!"

"Hide quickly..."

"Run!"

"Damn orcs!"

"Run Yaya!"

"Goddess is on top!"

"..."

Many people screamed in despair, but they could only watch as the ax wielded by Grieg got closer and closer to Yaya.

At this moment, Yaya, who was still in agony just now, suddenly chuckled at Grieg who was rushing towards him:

"I lied to you!"

Whoops!

The heavy ax cut effortlessly into the rubble of the city wall. Grieg felt confident, but a look of confusion flashed in his eyes.

Recalling the scene of Yaya and Matthew disappearing in front of my eyes, unspeakable thoughts suddenly came to my mind:

"How can this be!"

The big guy in the Gulf Territory was also stunned. Looking at Grieg who slowly pulled out the axe, he suddenly felt that his brain was a little weak.

what happened?

"Roar……!"

The familiar roar of dragons resounded from within the Buffalo Fortress.

The beautiful Yaya shot directly into the sky without any wounds on her body.

The big guy, who had experienced ups and downs, felt the anger in his chest well up. Under the leadership of Old John and Arnold, he shouted:

"The Gulf Territory must win!"

"Lord Lord/Lord Yaya must win!"

Looking at the fangs hovering in the sky in a daze, Grieg felt an unprecedented threat from the opponent.

Ya Ya is far stronger than before!

Grieg roared and raised his ax high, signaling the orc army to continue attacking.

The morale-boosted Gulf Territory soldiers fought back with all their strength.

The adventurers who had been waiting for a long time in the distance quickly surrounded them, using various long-range attacks to continuously harass and attack the orc army.

The orc army, like a tide, attacked the broken city wall again and again.

But every time they returned in vain, leaving behind large tracts of corpses in vain.

The offensive like a tidal wave lasted for a whole afternoon.

The Gulf Territory stood up and withstood the attack of the orc army, but of course they paid a huge price.

Hundreds of clay golems blocking the gap were destroyed.

More than 10 powerful guardian golems were reduced to rubble.

Three of the six-armed golems were also completely chopped down and torn into pieces.

Hundreds of Gulf Territory soldiers died, and thousands more were injured.

The orcs also paid a greater price.

Grieg, who personally led the team, was hit head-on by Dragon Breath, and his injuries were definitely more serious than they looked.

More than 50,000 orcs fell, and the corpses scattered around the city wall were being burned by the spreading fire.

The setting sun is like blood.

The red sunset glow shone on his face, and the exhausted Grieg looked around.

The blazing flames blocked the way for the orc soldiers to continue their attack.

There was a huge gap in the city wall, and the unmoved heavily armored soldiers were constantly waving the terrifying Mo Dao.

More than 2,000 orcs have been chopped into pieces by them including their armor.

In front of these heavily armed soldiers.

Forty or fifty steel golems and high-level war puppets showed amazing killing efficiency.

Once on the battlefield, the elite stormtroopers led by the Black Orcs were driven back.

What made Grigg even more uneasy was that the group damage spells released differently in the sky and inside the city walls seriously weakened the advantage of the orcs' collective attack.

Tens of thousands of orcs besieged a small bison fortress, but they couldn't take it down.

What Grieg felt most disappointing was that nearly half of the city wall that was originally cracked by the earthquake spell had been repaired without even realizing it.

This kind of construction recovery ability beyond Grieg's imagination penetrated his inner luck.

"I can't wait any longer. I'm worthy of this deal!"

Grieg glanced coldly at the rear of the army, seeming to be telling something silently.

Afterwards, Grieg waved his hand to the Black Orc elites who had lost nearly half of them, and shouted unwillingly at the top of his voice:

"Retreat! Retreat!!!"

Grieg's loud voice quickly spread on the battlefield.

The orc army, which was hit with a bloody blow at the crack, gradually woke up and began to fade away like a tide.

The moat that could have hindered their attack and retreat had now become erratic.

As long as you pay attention to the giant swamp crocodiles in the swamp, the orc soldiers can escape along the way they came.

The orcs leave just as quickly as they come!

In the sky hovered Yaya who had not taken any more action, staring at Grieg who was retreating sadly, but in the end he still made no move.

Throwing away fireballs and blizzards, Matthew gave these orcs a "farewell".

Then he stared at the center of the orc army with deep eyes and murmured to himself:

"As calm as ever."

"It's a pity that you have lost your last chance!"

After confirming that the orc army was retreating all the way, the Gulf soldiers, who looked a little dazed, let out cheers and cheers.

Many soldiers collapsed to the ground. While gasping for air, they did not forget to laugh at the plight of their comrades who were suffering from the same disease.

Arnold, who was seriously injured, happily drank a bottle of intermediate healing potion, shook the blood-stained sword, and shouted very happily:

"It's so happy! It's so happy!"

Leon, who ordered the soldiers to repair the city wall quickly, rubbed his sore and swollen wrists and said reluctantly:

"As soon as these orcs run out of energy, our ambush cavalry can rush out. It's such a pity..."

Jifan, who was still in shock, was panting heavily. He glanced at Elio who was surrounded by blood next to him, and asked incredulously:

"What kind of spell is that? How can an orc cast it?"

Caressing the carnage that had two or three small gaps popping out, Beelzebub touched it with some distress. Then he seemed to remember something, smiled coldly and said:

"The Lord once said that we must not only be careful of our enemies on the surface, but also be wary of our secret opponents!"

Everyone who heard this couldn't help but feel shocked.

Matthew looked at the soldiers who were cleaning the battlefield below, feeling the peeping eyes gradually disappearing, gently stroking his teeth, and issued the address book spell to the adventurer team:

"Inform the adventurers that if you kill a Black Ridge Orc, you will be rewarded with 50 gold coins!"

It's not his character to just take a beating without fighting back. He must give blood for blood, tooth for tooth!

4 updates today!

I'll start saving some manuscripts tomorrow...