The mage arrives

The last magic blood material in Gordon's hand was instantly transformed into arcane energy in the palm of his hand, and then blessed all the people around him with oil on the soles of a group's feet.

Immediately afterwards, the mage blessed Viscount Demon, Reinas, and Antonov with an acceleration spell respectively.

The four instant spells consumed all the temporary health he had gained from the blood tide.

Viscount Demon led twelve temple knights to rush out of the circle.They formed a sharp wedge that plunged directly into the galloping pack of wolves.They guarded Viscount Demon, Reinas, and Antonov in the center, and quickly and firmly moved towards the orc commander.

The mages and archers also used their last strength to provide them with long-range support, killing or driving away the swarming wolf cavalry.

The orc commander, who was busy commanding his warg cavalry and besieging the human troops, finally noticed this small group of troops that kept approaching him.Although with the orc's relatively simple mind, he couldn't think of the other party's purpose for a while, but out of instinct, he quickly ordered the surrounding wolf cavalry to surround him, wanting to wipe out the other party as soon as possible, and he also drove the mount. Back off.

Gordon saw this scene clearly.

"Want to run?"

Of course the mage won't let the opponent succeed.He immediately began to cast the planned spell, which seemed to be surrounded by frost and snow fog.

A clear sky with the sun hanging high overhead.Although it was a cold winter, it was a good day to go to battle—all the Warg cavalry, including the orc commander, viewed today's weather in this way.But a sudden ice storm slapped them dizzily like a slap in the face.

"What's going on? Spell?" The Warg Cavalry Commander shouted in simple Orc language, as if he was asking.It's like finding an answer for myself.

Suddenly, he and several of his personal guards were tightly wrapped in a columnar ice storm with a radius of ten meters and a height of 20 meters. Ice slag and knife-like frost and snow left trails on the rough skin Scratch marks, the high-speed cold wind not only rang in the ears like the howl of a frost ghost, but also made the wolf cavalry need a lot of effort to sit on the back of the wolf, and it was impossible to run fast. .

The white ice storm is like a thick curtain.Completely separate the orc commander and several of his personal guards from the outside battlefield, so they can't see or hear clearly.They seem to have returned to the difficult years of fighting against snowstorms in the barren tundra in winter.

These Warg Riders have fought against humans year round.I have also seen the abilities of ordinary human mages.Maybe those mysterious arcane spells are very powerful, but in terms of range.Not as good as a crossbow in the hands of a shooter.It is because of the fear of the enemy's magic attack.So the orc commander kept a distance of about 100 meters from the circular formation.He didn't believe that with the ability of the human mage facing him, he could use spells to attack himself from such a long distance.

But the reality couldn't convince him.

The orc didn't notice at all that a crystal-like crow with a unique appearance flew past his head.

Ice storm, the spell of the four-ring evocation school, has a very short casting distance.But because Gordon's magic pet Gaga has the special ability of "arcane connection", this shortcoming is not a problem at all.

After discovering the location of the orc commander, Gordon immediately dispatched Quack.Fly over the enemy's head, and then immediately cast an ice storm after the opponent finds Lenas and others approaching quickly to prevent them from escaping.

When the duration of the spell ended, the orc commander, who was frozen by the ice storm and had small wounds all over his body, was shocked to find that in front of him was an army composed of twelve elite temple knights and three powerful warriors. Human Squad.

"Retreat!" He growled, pulled the rein in his hand, and wanted to turn around and run away.Glory, military exploits, and belief in Gruumsh are no match for the fear of death at this time.

But humans don't give him this chance at all.

The twelve temple knights who had been forming a conical formation separated orderly and quickly.They were harassed and attacked by many wolf cavalry along the way.Some people's shoulder armor was chopped to pieces, revealing the white bones inside; some people's shield was slashed by more than a dozen bone-eviscerating long knives, and there were many scars, and the entire left hand holding the shield was fractured; Knocked into the air by a warg, he stood up again spitting blood, and continued to tenaciously maintain the formation.

It was because of the protection of these knights that Viscount Demon, Reinas, and Antonov were able to approach the orc commander in their best condition intact.

"For Freyton!"

Roaring like a lion, Viscount Demon rushed out first.Although the fine-gold sword in his hand was weak against strangling golems, it was extremely sharp against the flesh-and-blood wolves and orcs.After being blessed with oiling the soles of his feet and speeding up, even though he was wearing heavy knight armor, Viscount Demon still had extremely fast speed. Before the green-skinned savage on the opposite side could react, he killed the two guards next to the orc commander. His mount had its forelegs shaved off.

The two worgs twitched and fell to the ground, the blood of the stinking wolves stained the withered yellow grass red.

As if the Viscount wanted to release all the depression and setbacks he encountered last night with the weapon in his hand, the platinum air blade extended from the edge of the sword and swept across a large space in front of him.

This is the power that all high-ranking Platinum Templars will use: Platinum Slash.

Although this is not a very rare power, it is far inferior to Xiona's "flash", but after being tempered by blood and sweat, the Platinum Slash used by Viscount Demon has reached the level that can be called "artistic" "Boundary.

The platinum air blade cut off all six wolf cavalry around the orc commander.After setting off a bloody storm, the gradually exhausted sword energy even distorted the surrounding scenery.

With a blow with all his strength, Viscount Demon had to stop to catch his breath.But the orcs had no time to breathe.

Reynas jumped up.She held up the holy sword to break the dawn, and the holy light of dawn shone on the winter grassland. From a distance, it looked like this golden-haired paladin holding up another round of the sun.

The commander of the wolf cavalry couldn't help being pierced by the light so that his eyes were half-closed, and he subconsciously raised the long boning knife in his hand.

Clang!

Even in this chaotic and noisy battlefield, the sound of two weapons clashing is so loud.

The commander of the wolf cavalry is not weak, and because of his racial talent, his strength is much stronger than that of a human.However, he was still numb from the condescending slash by Reinas, and even the large warg under his crotch, weighing more than one ton, was crushed by the huge force and his limbs became weak, half lying on his back. on the ground.

"Stop this woman!" the orc commander yelled.

The warg cavalry around him who had not yet died under Viscount Demon's sword rushed forward and surrounded Renas who had just landed.

At this time, there was no guard around the orc commander.

Naturally, Antonov would not let go of such an excellent opportunity.

Although he was carrying a huge two-handed sword and flowing fire, his skills were not slow.Relying on the acceleration technique and the oil on the soles of his feet, Antonov easily approached the orc commander.When the giant sword in his hand drew a scorching hot trajectory in the air, and slashed at the neck of the orc commander, the latter hadn't recovered from the blow of Renas's slash.

The blade cut across the rough green skin of the neck, and then severed the carotid artery along with the spine.

The head of the orc commander flew into the air, and when he was dying, he still kept his eyes wide open, with an expression of disbelief.

The high-temperature flames attached to the flowing fire quickly scorched and carbonized the smooth incision on the neck, so there was no cruel scene of blood gushing.It was only when the orc commander's headless body fell to the ground that the other Wargriders discovered it.

There was no doubt that the orcs were overwhelmed.

With the exhaustion left by the siege battle, they thought that they could easily wipe out this small group of human troops that suddenly appeared by virtue of their superiority in numbers. Who knew that the opponent's counterattack was fiercer than expected.

The commander, who is the symbol of the brain and courage of the army, was easily beheaded by a few humans. This terrible reality completely stunned the orc cavalry.

The usual combat missions of these wolf cavalry were flank raids, chasing and killing remnants of the enemy, and their psychological quality was inherently worse than those troops who were good at fighting tough battles.Now the coach is dead, exhausted, and nearly one-third of the casualties.All kinds of unfavorable factors were intertwined, so the first wolf cavalry turned around and ran towards the gap in Anduin's Great Wall.

"Follow the crowd" is an instinct that most herd creatures have, and orcs are no exception.With the first escapee, the other wolf cavalry also followed suit and fled to the rear.

The rolling wolves quickly moved away, leaving only scattered corpses on the grassland.

Gordon and his party, who didn't even have a horse, naturally didn't have the ability to chase the enemy.They packed up and finally entered the Saivato Fortress.

"Your Excellency, I am the garrison commander of Fort Salvatore, Platinum Centurion, Chuck McDougall. Thank you for repelling the wolf cavalry unit. I pay you the highest respect!"

Viscount Demon looked at the soldier with disheveled hair, blood stains on his armor, and even a piece of intestine hanging from his boot, and said, "I am Viscount Demon, a Platinum Temple Knight, and time is pressing now. I hope you can obey this order." A mage's request."

As soon as he finished speaking, as if the enemy wanted to help prove how urgent the time was for these humans, the whistling sound that made the hairs stand on end and the scalp tingled suddenly came from a distance.

"Watch out, boulder!"

As soon as the shouts of the soldiers on the city wall fell, an arrow tower was smashed to pieces. (To be continued..)