Emperor of Arcane

call! call! call!

The dull sound of breaking through the air attracted the attention of the orc shaman. ◆𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐠𝐥𝐞 Search for 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝟓𝟐𝟎𝐜𝐨𝐦Read◆

He raised his head and looked up warily, thinking it was some kind of magic spell, and involuntarily clenched the staff.

As a result, the orc shaman did not wait for the "meteorite technique" as he imagined, but saw real stones one after another.

Bang! Bang!

The rotating stones easily tore apart the animal skin tent.

The unsuspecting orc soldiers screamed one after another.

Panic shouts immediately echoed in the valley.

Stone!

Simple stone!

There is no aura of magic on it!

The orc shaman was a little confused, but he saw more and more orc tents being smashed.

Densely packed rocks roared towards him. He raised his staff high, but still endured it.

He was keenly aware that although these stones were numerous and caused a certain amount of damage, the killing efficiency of a single person was not very high.

The orc shaman took a look and found that there were only dozens of orc casualties. As for the soldiers who were injured as a result, he didn't take it too seriously.

As long as we persist for two or three hours at most, orc reinforcements from all directions will arrive quickly.

But soon, the orc shaman realized something was wrong.

The originally scattered stones soon began to be projected towards the center of the camp.

More and more camps were destroyed, and soon it was the turn of warehouse after warehouse to stockpile supplies.

storehouse!

The orc shaman's heart skipped a beat, his eyes widened subconsciously, and he couldn't help but look carefully into the distance.

Although those stones were extremely powerful, they did not cause much damage to the wooden warehouse.

At most, it only makes one or two holes and brings up scattered sawdust.

But the orc shaman felt increasingly uneasy that the other party was spending so much effort.

The real purpose is definitely not like this. The thunder is louder than the raindrops.

He guessed it right!

Flashes of fire pierced the dark night sky.

They loomed over them from afar from the towering ridges.

Whoops!

Wow!

The gushing fire hit the surrounding tents heavily.

The flames spread, emitting a pungent smell, greedily devouring the surrounding tents, and spreading their teeth wantonly.

No more stone!

But kerosene!

Fierce oil from the Gulf Territory!

Thanks to the missing aiming head, the large amount of fire oil that was ignited did not fall on the warehouse where various supplies were stored.

The orc shaman, aware of the severe threat, activated his magic power with all his strength.

Sixth Ring - Wind Technique!

A turbulent wind blew on the streaks of fire.

The burning flame did not go out tenaciously.

However, they were blown around by the strong wind and failed to touch the camp here.

A total of two waves of fire were blown away.

Feili, who saw this scene in her eyes, immediately stopped shooting and listened to the roaring wind, feeling like she was controlling the enemy.

The orc shaman's expression changed slightly when he realized something was wrong.

If you continue to shrink like this, the other party's weird attack methods will continue to come.

If the opponent cannot be contained, his spells and mana will continue to be consumed.

If the other party does this, there must be a deeper conspiracy!

Don't let the other party lead you by the nose!

Soon, there was a team of a thousand orcs on each side on the left and right, climbing towards the ridge.

Feili, who had been prepared for a long time, would naturally not let them come up so easily.

Taking advantage of the time when it was impossible to attack the warehouse, the raging fire oil was continuously poured onto the orcs' path.

Seeing a large number of orcs being attracted, Feili turned to look at the figures on both sides, pointed at the orc soldiers climbing up and said:

"I'll leave these orcs to you."

The silent transformation warriors lined up and rushed down.

The unsuspecting orc warrior was immediately killed and turned upside down.

They never thought that there would be existences with such powerful combat capabilities among humans.

The average challenge level of the orc warriors reached level 8.

The transformation warriors have reached level 18!

Seriously extraordinary combat power!

Crush! Still crushing!

The orcs were no match for the reformed warriors. They fell down one after another before they even reached the halfway point of the mountain.

The agile members of the inspection team relied on the advantages of the transformed warriors to sneak up on them while hiding nearby.

The orcs' advance was halted, unable to affect the catapults that resumed operation.

One after another, flying fireballs flew from the ridge again.

The livid orc shaman watched the fireballs falling one after another, and closed his eyes in pain.

He endured it!

He must endure it!

Elio knew that he would endure it. He looked at the warehouses one after another, which were lit by the blazing fire. He looked at the chaotic orcs and said calmly:

"We will start in half an hour, we will force them to take action!"

Continuous fires fell into the chaotic camp, igniting warehouses one after another.

Various smells echoed in the orc camp.

The orc soldiers who were in chaos couldn't help but rush into the burning warehouse and tried their best to grab some supplies.

Don't get me wrong, these orcs robbed it for themselves.

The orc shaman had already retreated to the cave, looking at the burned warehouse with some distress, his cloudy eyes showing unspeakable joy.

Unfortunately, he was happy too early.

Seeing that most of the explored warehouses were set on fire, Elio, who had been waiting for a long time, decisively issued the order for a general attack:

"Target, cave!"

The catapult, which originally could only hit the camp, quickly adjusted the angle and strength of the projection, and wildly projected jars of pitch-black fire oil over it.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The fierce fire oil shattered and emitted a pungent smell.

The orc shaman looked at the dark liquid, hatred and anger flashed in his eyes, and he raised his staff and pointed sharply.

A row of towering earth walls directly sealed the cave entrance.

However, blazing flames quickly rushed in from the gap, and the greedy fireworks burned the orc shaman's cheeks.

He raised his head high, and surging magic power spurted out.

Looking at the magic lights that lit up one after another, everyone's face showed an expectant smile.

The spell's light is slightly darker.

A huge figure fell from the sky.

Just like the actual dragon power, it is released unscrupulously.

The orc shaman, looming in the firelight, looked at Yaya who rushed towards him with his mouth open, a little bitterness on his wrinkled face.

"It turns out that this is our enemy!"

"Roar……!"

The flames of destruction hit the hole directly.

The earth wall raised by the orc shaman was burned through by the terrifying flames, and the remaining flames happily entered the hole.

A terrifying thunderbolt tore through the darkness and landed on top of Yaya's head.

Bang!

Yaya screamed in pain, a little anger flashed in his eyes, and he raised his sharp claws and pressed down hard.

The mountain is cracked with cracks.

One huge boulder after another cracked and flew out.

Revealing the dense grain inside.

However, dense fire oil rushed straight towards him.

Fire, burn everything!