All around, explosions are raging.

The powerful shockwave concealed the orc warlock's perception, and he had no idea that the arrogant human in front of him would do such a despicable thing as stabbing him in the back.

Of course, he would not have thought that some system elf did it on his own.

So, when he felt a sharp sword dodge the shoulder bone behind his left side and stab diagonally into his heart, his face was full of disbelief!

"You ......" he wanted to scold, but the system elf was afraid that he would not die, so he stirred the blade of the sword several times in his heart in one go, almost ripping it into minced meat......

Everything was under the cover of the explosion, unknown to outsiders.

The orcs who had long retreated next to them had been watching their warlocks with anticipation, but they soon realized that something was wrong.

The originally menacing [Shadow Arrow] lost its accuracy halfway through the flight, and shot into the mountains with a crooked head, dyeing a large area a deep black. But one by one, the fireballs of that mysterious human bombarded Baltha's body.

After about a third of the fireball was blasted, Baltha's protective power began to fade.

Two-thirds of the way later, all the magic on Baltha's body had dissipated, but the high-purity magic flowing in his body was still resisting the low-purity magic of the [Flame Explosion Technique].

In the eyes of the orc warriors, this is a completely different matter - this human is so cruel! Obviously he could solve Baltha's problem with a powerful fireball, but he had to make more than a hundred fireballs out and throw them one by one.

This is clearly torture and killing!

As the last fireball landed on Baltha, the unwilling, charred orc warlock finally lost his breath.

In order to cover up his bad deeds, the system elf very obediently rushed to snatch Baltha's staff with the [Mage's Hand] before the flames completely engulfed Baltha.

Duke, who regained his senses, found that the first moment he came back to his senses, he found that his own system elf sent the opponent's staff as a trophy, Duke was stunned for a moment, and then let out a "hahahaha" laugh.

The arrogant laughter once again stimulated the orc's nerves.

Spell war, they don't understand.

This does not hinder you from knowing that the other party played a hand to capture the flag.

It was also this black-robed human just now, which made their dream of hunting down the big man on the human side come to naught. Before you know it, these brave orc warriors ...... I'm scared!

"Hahaha! Who else? who else!?" Duke seemed to be affected by the aftermath of [Arrogance], brandishing the orc warlock's skeletal staff with great arrogance.

Seeing the thousands of orcs below hesitate, Duke laughed wildly, raised his black cloak in one hand, and turned to sink into the fortress.

A minute passed.

Five minutes passed.

Ten minutes passed.

Not a single chieftain, not even a single orc, dared to step forward and test whether Duke was leaving.

Suddenly, a huge and ferocious figure rushed from the back of the orc army, like a bird frightened by a fierce beast, and the orcs scattered left and right as if frightened.

"What are you doing? My order is for you to attack! Attack! Attack again! Destroy all the human warriors you see! What are you doing here? Have you killed all the humans? What about the human chief's head?"

Here comes the titular Great Chief of the Tribe, the Black Hand* Destroyer!

"No, we ...... The ......" In the little chief's staccato statement, the Black Hand finally understood what had just happened.

"What!?, you waste that has tarnished the glory of the tribe!" there was no room for the little chief to defend himself, and the great hammer slashed through the air in a terrible arc, and the unspeakable force slammed into the little chief's head.

This orc chieftain, who was still brave, had his entire upper body smashed into meat sauce.

Wielding a blood-stained war hammer, the black hand angrily pointed in the direction of the mountaintop: "Great tribes don't need cowardly orcs - chase me!"

Driven by the anger of the Great Chief, the once-stagnant green torrent began to surge again. The orcs smashed almost every human structure they could see. When passing through the passage of the hilltop fortress to the back mountain. The orcs saw the tail of the human army.

They were entering the woods below the mountain at a slow pace.

From where there are woods, that's the boundary of the Elwyn Forest.

"Chase!"

Behind him was the Great Chief, and the orcs had lost their way out, and they were ashamed of their timidity just now. They roared in rage, brandished battle axes and war hammers, and poured down from the mountains.

The orc's unusual movement naturally alarmed Lothar, who was in the rear, and he glanced at General Simus, who had just turned, and saw the solemnity in each other's eyes.

Simos spoke: "What a terrible Excellency, not only is he extremely powerful, but he also has such a clear understanding of the movement patterns of those green-skinned monsters. ”

As soon as Lothar was about to say something, he noticed a cavalry rushing towards him, and Lothar could see at a glance that it was the cavalry of the nobles, and the leader was Duke Berval Vertagen.

"Oh—Soladin the Great, Lothar, you survived!" Bolval made no secret of his ecstasy, he reined in his panting horse, rolled over and jumped down, and gave Lothar a hard hug, and the sound of the armor of the two real men clashing sounded so pleasant.

"I thought I was going to die, too. Lothar was also very touched to see Bolval come back at the risk of his death. As the supreme commander of the retreating team, as a duke of high status, Berval could have just walked away or sent his men to pick him up, but Berval arrived, and looted all the nobles' personal cavalry.

Looking around, looking at the rather miserable Griffon Legion soldiers, Bowval's eyes moistened a little.

"You've done a great job. Berval turned his gaze to the torrent pouring down from the mountain: "You retreat first, and I will help you to fight back before the other party falls into the woods." ”

Charging on horseback to the heights, this is not a good idea.

Under normal conditions, this is the only way to cover the griffon army.

At this time, Simos spoke, pointing to the black dot that Shi Shiran floated down the mountain before the green torrent: "It seems that there is no need for that, the Excellency is here." ”

Bolval noticed a clear, relieved expression on Lothar's face.

"Which one?"

Lothar sighed, "He called himself 'Hundred Hands Reaper Plus' in the mage teleportation, and he was the teacher of that Duke Marcus. ”

Simos added, "A very powerful high-level mage. ”