Phew! Phew! Phew!

The dull sound of breaking through the air attracted the attention of the orc shaman.

He raised his head and looked up warily, thinking it was some kind of magic spell, and couldn't help but hold the staff tightly.

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 magic smell 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 injured soldiers, he didn't take it too seriously.

As long as you 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 warehouses to stockpile supplies.

Warehouse!

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, one or two holes will be made and scattered sawdust will be brought up.

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

The real purpose is definitely not like this. The thunder is loud and the rain is small.

He guessed it right!

Lines of fire pierced the dark night sky.

They shrouded them from a distance on the towering ridge.

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, a large amount of fire oil was ignited and did not fall on the warehouse where various materials 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 has not been extinguished.

However, they were blown around by the strong wind and failed to reach 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 opponent's weird attack methods will continue to come.

If the opponent cannot be contained, his spells and mana will be continuously 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 not let them come up so easily.

Taking advantage of the time when it was impossible to attack the warehouse, the blazing 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 orc warriors has reached level 8.

The transformation warriors have reached level 18!

Seriously extraordinary combat power!

Crush! Still crush!

The orcs were no match for the reformed warriors. They fell 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 reformed warriors to hide nearby and make sneak attacks.

The progress of the orcs was halted, unable to affect the catapults that resumed operation.

Balls of flying fireballs flew from the ridge again.

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

He endured it!

He must endure it!

But Elio knew that he would endure it. He looked at the warehouses one after another, which were lit by the blazing fire, and 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 echo 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 launched jar after jar of pitch-black fire oil crazily.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The fierce fire oil shattered and emitted a pungent smell.

The orc shaman looked at the pitch-black 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 entrance of the cave.

However, blazing flames quickly rushed in through the gap, and the greedy fireworks made the orc shaman's cheeks feel hot.

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.

Like the real power of the dragon, it is released unscrupulously.
To be continued...