The Legend of Bimeng: Section 173: Fierce Fighting All Night
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Section 173: Fierce Fighting All Night
"You mean, you want to kill the rest?" Lan Fake immediately woke up and said.
"Nonsense, if we encounter this kind of dog-eat-dog thing, if we don't take advantage of it, who can we deserve?" Lao Xie said with a smile.
"Hey!" Lan Fake suddenly sneered, then looked at the battle in the distance and said lightly: "I'm afraid you won't have the chance to take advantage!"
"Why?" Lao Xie immediately asked curiously.
"Because I just discovered that this is not an equal battle!" Lan Fake said with a smile.
"What do you mean?" Lao Xie asked in confusion: "Didn't you just say that both sides were evenly matched?"
"Haha!" Lan Fake smiled slightly, and then said very pleased: "That's because I didn't expect that there was a senior shaman in the mercenary team composed of the orcs just now!"
When Lao Xie heard this, he was immediately surprised. You must know that the status of shamans in the beast tribe is even higher than that of magicians in humans. In human society, magicians are at most as noble as nobles, but in the beast tribe, shamans have more status than nobles. Especially the high-level shaman is almost equivalent to a human duke. Such a treasure is so rare to see, so how could it appear in the mercenary group?
Lao Xie then hurriedly turned his attention to the battlefield. Sure enough, in a team of more than a hundred orc mercenaries, he saw two shamans dressed differently. The one on the left is a tauren. He is shirtless, with feathers on his head, and various patterns all over his body. In front of him, stood a blood-red totem pole that was 3 meters long and over two feet thick. He didn't know what it was made of.
However, although this thing is a heavy weapon, it is not used for fighting most of the time, but is used as a war drum to beat. I saw the shaman dancing around the totem pole, and at the same time hitting the totem pole with extremely powerful hands, emitting a majestic and high-pitched rhythm. All the orcs who heard the drum couldn't help but feel a sense of blood boiling, and at the same time a kind of excitement. The invisible demon power seeped into their bodies and stimulated their bodies, causing these orcs to explode into even more terrifying fighting power. This is the power of the shaman's war song. Don't underestimate this kind of war song. It can directly and greatly improve the orc's all-round abilities, whether it is attack, defense, or agility. In short, the high-level shaman's war song can even increase the overall combat effectiveness of an army by half.
As for the other shaman, he is a blue troll like Lan Fake. His dress is not much different from other orcs. He is also wearing leather armor and holding a stick in his hand. However, he does not participate in the battle. Only when the soldiers in front were scarred and bleeding, he would wave his hand and release a yellow energy wave. This energy wave is like a spiritual snake, bouncing back and forth on the wounded warriors. Wherever it passes, the warriors' injuries will be greatly healed. Obviously, this is a healing shaman. Compared with human light priests, although their healing waves are slightly less effective, they can treat many people at once without any waste, which is very practical on the battlefield.
With these two shamans, the orcs were at home like a duck in water. Led by several tauren warriors, they were like rocks in the waves, beating back wave after wave of incoming human soldiers.
The shaman’s high-pitched war drum, the warrior’s passionate roar, the enemy’s death scream, and the long cry of sword clashes were intertwined into an extremely exciting music. Together with the soldiers from both sides, they fought towards me under the starlight. The scene brought an inexplicable shock to Lao Xie and others!
They felt as if the blood in their bodies was about to boil, and a strong fighting spirit arose spontaneously. If they didn't have a trace of rationality to restrain their emotions, they might not be able to help but kill them directly.
Not far from the orc team is a temporary team formed by human mercenaries. They are numerous and powerful, and most importantly, although there are no healing priests in their team, there are three magicians!
Compared with shamans, magicians are not very helpful in improving the combat effectiveness of troops. But when it comes to personal destructive power, the shaman is definitely not as good as the flatterer. I saw the fifth-level fire mage, desperately throwing powerful fire spells into the crowd. Almost every hit could cause dozens or even hundreds of casualties. Whether it is the Explosion Technique or the Fire Wall Technique, they are both so terrifying. They not only kill a large number of the opponent's active forces, but also destroy the opponent's neat formation, greatly reducing the tacit cooperation of the army. The most important thing is that their spells are too demoralizing for the opponent. Even the warriors under Defoe who had experienced battles began to waver after a few spells were blasted away. If this continues, someone will definitely turn around and run away.
In this case, Defoe naturally targeted those humans. After all, compared with magicians, the danger of those orcs is still not enough. Moreover, because of the existence of the shaman, the orcs have become a hard bone. Although there are few in number, it is not easy to chew them down. But looking at humans, they have no priests and only mages. They are typically strong in offense and weak in defense. Obviously, as long as the commander is not an idiot, he will choose to kill the human mercenaries first.
So, under the command of Defoe, his most elite 300 cavalry troops fought towards the human mercenary position. It just so happened that at this time, the human mage had been exhausted by the fierce battle just now, and had lost all its magic and mental power. It was no longer able to cast powerful spells, and could only rely on small spells to support the warriors in front.
Almost half of Defoe's cavalry are fighting spirit warriors, and the leader is a sixth-level master, who was specially sent by the August family for this operation. He knew how critical the situation was today. If he couldn't kill these people early, he and his men would never be able to return to the imperial capital alive to enjoy the blessings. Therefore, he was extremely tough when killing them, and he was definitely risking his life. As a result, under a frontal assault by cavalry and surrounded by infantry, the human mercenary group finally began to break up after nearly two hours of hard resistance, and was eventually divided and surrounded, and then completely wiped out.
Of course, the final counterattack of the human mercenary group also caused huge damage to the army. The 300 cavalry were almost wiped out. Even the sixth-level warrior was killed by two sixth-level mercenary captains. The rest of the infantry suffered heavy losses. In order to eliminate these four to five hundred, Defoe's troops lost at least more than 1,000, including the most elite 300 cavalry.
In the end, Defoe had less than 300 people who could go into battle, and among them, there were less than two digits of warriors who knew how to fight. But there are more than a hundred opponents against him. Although the opponents are exhausted, with the help of the shaman, they still retain more than half of their combat effectiveness. Obviously, Defoe cannot defeat such an orc army.
Although Defoe plans to live in peace with others at this time, after all, so many people have died, and the remaining water source should be enough. But I didn't expect that the group of orcs would not do it. They hated the treacherous guys and were determined to avenge their comrades who died in the battle. As a result, Defoe was finally chopped into pieces by the angry orcs.
And Defoe was a bit bloody. Before he died, he cruelly destroyed the remaining waterwheels and pierced his own water bag. Apparently he wanted to hold the orc on his back before he died.
As a result, the final result was very dramatic. Both sides fought desperately all night for this little bit of water, and more than 2,000 people died, but in the end no one got the water. This made the victorious orcs extremely depressed.
But at this moment, an orc suddenly shouted: "Look, what is that?"
It turns out that it was already dawn when Defoe died. So these people immediately saw Lao Xie in the distance. In fact, the masters here can also see that far at night, but they have been fighting hard just now and have no time to look around, so they only saw Lao Xie and others now.
When everyone looked up and saw four people sitting on the back of a flying dragon drinking leisurely in the distance, they were immediately shocked. Then the troll suddenly shouted: "Oh, damn, I know, our water source has been destroyed this time. The destruction was inexplicable. Could it be that they used the flying dragon to do it?"
"It's possible!" The tauren shaman also shouted: "Defoe will definitely not do it. Although the human mercenaries may be traitors, they don't have the ability to sneak into Defoe's military camp without anyone noticing? It looks like these guys did it to me!”
"Let's go over and ask!" the tall tauren in the lead said angrily. Then, a hundred orcs came towards Lao Xie angrily.
Lao Xie did not run away in panic, but moved the mask on his face to hide his true appearance. Paz and Lan Fake also used magic or sorcery to hide their appearance. Only Salas was still watching indifferently, with no intention of hiding his face. Lao Xie didn't bother to care about him and just recognized him.
Soon, the group of orcs came to Lao Xie and others, and naturally separated until they surrounded the four of them. At this time, Lao Xie had the opportunity to take a closer look at the orc mercenary group. The members of this mercenary group are very complex. There are more than a dozen tauren, a dozen trolls, werewolves, bears, etc., about a dozen races.