Chapter 85 The Person Who Offends the Chief Is in Danger

Around, there is a violent explosion.

The strong shock wave concealed the perception of the orc warlock. He had no idea that this arrogant human would do such a despicable thing as stabbing a knife in the back.

Of course, he would never have thought that a system elf did it on his own.

So, when he felt a sharp sword avoiding the shoulder plate on his left back and piercing obliquely into his heart, his face was full of disbelief!

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

Everything is under the cover of the explosion and is unknown to outsiders.

The orcs who had already backed away were looking forward to seeing their warlocks show off their power, but they soon realized that something was wrong.

The originally menacing [Shadow Arrow] lost its aim halfway through the flight, and shot to the mountain with its head tilted, dyeing a large area in dark black. But the fireballs of that mysterious human bombarded Balsa one after another.

After about one-third of the fireball blasted out, Balsa's protective power began to fade.

Two-thirds later, all the magic power on Balsa's body surface had dissipated, but the high-purity magic power flowing in his body was still resisting the low-purity magic power of [Pyroblast].

In the eyes of all the orc warriors, this is a completely different matter—this human being is so cruel! Obviously, a powerful fireball can solve Balsa, but he has to make more than a hundred fireballs in a cool way, and throw them one by one.

This is clearly torture!

As the last fireball hit Balsa, this unwilling, scorched orc warlock finally died.

In order to cover up his bad deeds, the System Elf cleverly snatched Baltha's staff with the [Mage's Hand] before the flames completely engulfed Baltha.

Duke, who regained his sanity, found out at the first moment that his own system elf offered the opponent's staff as a trophy. Duke was stunned for a moment, and then let out a "hahahaha" laugh.

The arrogant laughter stimulated the orc's nerves again.

They don't understand the war of spells.

This does not hinder knowing that the opponent is playing capture the flag with one hand.

It was also this human in black robe just now, who made their dream of hunting the big man on the human side come to naught. Unknowingly, these brave orc warriors... were scared!

"Hahaha! Who else? Who else!?" Duke seemed to be affected by the aftermath of [Arrogance], waving the orc warlock's skeleton staff extremely arrogantly.

Seeing the tens of thousands of orcs below hesitate, Duke laughed wildly, raised his black cloak with one hand, turned around and disappeared into the fortress.

A minute passed.

Five minutes passed.

Ten minutes passed.

Unexpectedly, no chief, not even an orc dared to step forward to test whether Duke would leave.

Suddenly, a huge and ferocious figure rushed from the back of the orc army, like a bird frightened by a wild beast, 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 human fighters you see! What are you doing here in a daze? Have all the humans been killed? Where is the head of the human chief?"

Here comes the titular chieftain of the tribe—the Black Hand *Destroyer!

"No, we...that..." During the intermittent statement of the little chief, Blackhand finally understood what happened just now.

"What!? You bastards who have tarnished the glory of the tribe!" There was no room for the little chief to justify, the huge warhammer drew a terrifying arc in midair, hitting the little chief with indescribable force on the head.

The entire upper body of this brave orc chieftain was smashed into a meat paste.

Waving the bloody warhammer, the black hand pointed angrily at the top of the mountain: "The great tribe does not need timid orcs - chase after me!"

Driven by the wrath of the warchief, the once stagnant green torrent began to surge again. The orcs destroyed almost every human structure in sight. When you come to the back mountain through the passage of the fortress on the top of the mountain. The orcs saw the tail of the human army.

They were entering the woods below the mountain at a moderate speed.

From where there are woods, that is the border of Elwynn Forest.

"Chase!"

Behind them was the Great Chief. Firstly, the orcs lost their way of retreat, and secondly, they were also ashamed of their timidity just now. Roaring in rage, they swung axes and hammers and poured down from the mountain.

The orc's movement naturally alarmed Lothar who was in the rear. He and General Seamus, who had just turned around, looked at each other and saw the solemnity in each other's eyes.

Seamos said, "What a terrifying sir. Not only is he extremely powerful, but he also has a clear understanding of the action patterns of those green-skinned monsters."

Just as Lothar was about to say something, he suddenly found a cavalry rushing towards him. Lothar saw at a glance that it was a noble cavalry, and the leader was Duke Bolvar Fortagen.

"Oh——Emperor Thoradin, Lothar! You survived!" Bolvar did not hide his ecstasy. He reined in the panting horse, turned over and jumped off, and gave Lothar a hard blow. Hugs, the clash of armor between two real men, sounds so sweet.

"I thought I was going to die too." Lothar was also very moved when he saw Bovar rushing back to help out. As the supreme commander of the retreating team, as a high-ranking duke, Bolvar could just leave, or send his subordinates to respond, but Bolvar came and seized all the private cavalry of the nobles.

Looking around, looking at the rather miserable Griffon Legion soldiers, Bovar's eyes were a little moist.

"You guys did a great job." Bovar turned his attention to the torrent pouring down from the mountain: "You retreat first, and I will help you charge back before the opponent falls into the woods."

Charging to high ground on horseback is not a good idea.

Under normal conditions, this is the only way to protect the Griffon Legion.

At this time, Seamus spoke, pointing to the black spot that floated down the mountain before the green torrent: "It seems that there is no need for that, the lord has come."

Bolvar noticed a clear, relieved look on Lothar's face.

"Which sir?"

Lothar sighed: "He called himself 'Hundred-Handed Death God' in the mage's summons, and he was the teacher of Duke Marcus."

Seamus added: "A very powerful high-level mage."