Chapter 81 Counter Night Attack

At this time, the sky was already turning white, and it was the time when ordinary people slept the most soundly.

Lingya and his troops were waiting in a forest.

This place was not far from the orc camp. As long as the Saber Fang Tigers charged at full speed, they could reach the wall in a short while.

Lingya took a piece of dried meat and ate it while telling the soldiers, "Tell the soldiers to concentrate, we are ready to charge."

This was the best time. It was late at night and everyone was quiet. According to Lingya's idea, their sentinels were probably exhausted at this time.

"Where is the secret mage?" Lingya whispered to them: "When you attack later, you will release all the spells in one place, fill the ditch on the ground, and blow up their walls."

Seeing the secret mages nodding one after another, Lingya was also very satisfied, "Well, the time is almost right, now rush with me!"

Lingya led the most elite Scar Fang warriors to the camp gate. The Saber Fang Tigers, like a torrent, quickly attracted the attention of the orcs.

Sylvanas, who had been waiting here for a long time, drew her bow and arrows, aiming at the mystics who were casting spells.

For ordinary archers, the weather would affect their archery skills, but Sylvanas didn't care about that.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh.

Shot three arrows in a row, each arrow hit the target, and the three arrows represented the death of three spellcasters.

Lingfang was furious. Who was this damn archer? He threw a spell composed of pieces of bones at Sylvanas.

Sylvanas glanced at him. She saw Lingfang's move. She jumped back gracefully and perfectly avoided the spell, making Lingfang's bone fragments fall empty.

At the same time, Sylvanas also shot an arrow at Lingfang in the air with a strong desire for revenge. Lingfang knew the power of this arrow. He used all four limbs, jumped away, and accelerated to the bottom of the wall.

The orc soldiers noticed him. They had prepared everything under Sylvanas's order.

Several stones of different sizes were thrown out quickly by them, and every Saber-fang tiger who tried to climb the wall was fiercely counterattacked by stones and javelins.

Lingya was the same. He cast a spell called Bone Armor on himself, and a layer of bone armor appeared on his body, just like a skeleton warrior.

With a wave of his claws, the stone was easily shattered by him, and the remaining rubble fell to the ground.

And Sylvanas ignored him. Why should she be afraid of a spellcaster who ran under her nose?

"Remember, as long as he shows signs of casting a spell, attack him with javelins and stones." Sylvanas walked on the wall, and after instructing the soldiers, she continued to shoot. Any spellcaster in the distance was one of his targets.

At this moment, the battle between the two sides has reached a white-hot stage.

The Saber-fang tiger caster used the power of the earth to overturn a section of the wall, and their soldiers quickly rushed in to drink blood.

But the orc infantry was not stupid, and watched them rush in.

Under the leadership of the centurion, the soldiers lined up to block the gap.

They used the big shields in their hands to block the fierce attack of the saber-toothed tigers.

"Use short swords!" The centurions in charge of the command realized that this situation was exactly in line with the situation explained during the training.

In such a crowded space, if you use a long weapon like a spear, it is easy to stab out and not even pull it back.

The short swords are different. These special short swords can facilitate the soldiers to stab and retract freely, which gave these saber-toothed tigers who generally like to fight alone and dodge in battle a little shock.

This orc army is different from the ones they have heard of before, which rely on personal bravery, holding axes and hammers, and the fighting method is to rush forward.

These orcs rely more on the team, using the shields and swords in their hands to form a steel wall. The gap that the secret mages exchanged their lives for not only failed to allow them to kill in, but was forced to retreat step by step by the orcs.

This almost moth-to-flame attack made Lingya very annoyed.

"Attack them! What are you waiting for? Smash them to death with spells!" Lingya cursed angrily: "You idiots, hurry up!"

He climbed over the wall, grabbed an orc soldier to death with his claws, and threw down his broken limbs like a certain hero, roared, and instantly... was hit by five or six javelins.

Lingya was a spellcaster after all. He turned over awkwardly to avoid the javelin, but was hit by the soldier's shield again. An orc holding a large shield quickly hit him, and Lingya whipped him to death with a cracking whip.

Seeing him acting recklessly on it, Sylvanas was very displeased. She snorted coldly, walked quickly to Lingya, took out the dagger, and threw it fiercely into Lingya's left arm, who was unable to dodge.

This time he screamed in pain.

This dagger is not a simple dagger, it still carries a trace of the power of death.

Lingya climbed down the wall and never dared to stay there again.

He had to leave. If he stayed any longer, Sylvanas would kill him.

Sylvanas sneered, "I hope you can run."

He ignored Lingfang and took a deep breath.

"Die!" She used the wailing sound that banshees used to use on the battlefield. This harsh and shocking sound made the spellcasters suffer.

Sylvanas showed up as a banshee. Her soul left her body and turned into a purple-black phantom that quickly rushed to the front of the team of mystics.

Her voice was very tempting, but at this moment it sounded like the whisper of the god of death, "I will give you a quick death."

No one knew what she said in Sarathic, and no one knew what the purple-black phantom was.

Just as they didn't know how the secret mages died.

In short, all the spellcasters of the Saber-fanged Tigers were dead.

At this time, Lingya had already thought about retreating. There were enough people dead here, and he couldn't withstand such losses.

Not to mention the infantry who were still fighting, the death of these spellcasters was enough to make him explode.

He should have known that since the beginning of the battle between the two sides, he had already fallen into a disadvantage when the orcs were not as defenseless as he thought.

The balance of victory never tilted towards him.

Bang, bang.

Dang, dang.

The sharp claws of the Saber-fanged Tigers kept attacking the orcs' shields. Although their claws were sharp enough to be comparable to weapons, it was useless.

Their claws could not break the orcs' defenses, and they could not defend against the orcs' swords.

These Saber-fanged Tigers, who lacked armor and weapons, were unable to break through the orcs' defenses even though they had already pressed forward.

Their bloodthirsty instincts were gradually overwhelmed by the fear in their hearts.

Everyone knew that the Saber-fanged Tigers were doomed to lose. At this point, they had already failed.

"Heh, beasts are beasts." Sylvanas said.