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Lothar also recognized this warlock. He was one of the warlocks they had fought before and one of the few warlocks who survived the assassination by those thieves.

There was a scar on the orc's face that had just been filled in. The wound had just healed, and one could even see the blood that had not yet dried on his face.

The warlock was looking at these humans like a wizard. Those human assassins had brought scars to his face, and now he would use the blood of these people to repay this shame.

Both sides were ready for battle at this time. The orcs were the first to move. The warlock did not ignite green flames in his hands, but condensed a black energy body.

This seems to be a warlock who likes to use shadow magic. The energy body gradually took the shape of a human skull. In fact, it can be formed into any shape, depending on what the warlock wants to make it.

But this warlock seemed to be good at playing with people's psychology. He deliberately made the shadow arrows look like human heads, hoping to scare his tired enemies.

However, although the elite troops led by Lothar were infected by fear, they quickly calmed down with their willpower.

Their remaining sanity told them that if they gave in to fear now, they would really become the shape in the sorcerer's hands.

The moment the warlock condensed his shadow arrows, there seemed to be several black ripples in the surrounding air. These thieves who also mastered the shadows quietly approached the warlock among the crowd of orcs.

The warlock seemed unaware, as he was about to cast a spell on the large human army in front of him. The moment the assassin approached, the battle was about to break out.

All the people present, whether human or orc, started to move. Humans tried their best to stick together with their compatriots to avoid being swept away by the torrent of orcs, which continued to surround these humans.

They used their brute force and fighting skills to disperse these humans who were gathered together as much as possible, and defeated these elite warriors one by one.

On the warlock's side, several human thieves and many orc corpses with pits corroded on their skin fell to the ground. The warlock and the orc warriors beside him were all covered with wounds of varying sizes.

Some of the surviving orcs also looked unhappy. It was obvious that many of them had been poisoned by the poison. However, it was obvious that the thieves had failed. They failed to assassinate the warlock who was also good at using shadows.

The moment they approached, the warlock sensed and blocked the attack thanks to his higher shadow affinity and strong physique than the other warlocks killed.

As the thieves approached, the warlock suddenly shot a shadow arrow in their direction, which immediately hurt a stealth warrior, and then he was overwhelmed by the discovered orc army.

The same was true for the remaining thieves. After being discovered, they used all the means at their disposal, including daggers coated with venom, agility, and even strength that was slightly better than that of ordinary orcs. They used them to the extreme.

However, the orc troops' several breakouts not only consumed a lot of their flying blades, but also consumed a lot of their venom, and even consumed their abundant physical strength.

The orc warlock was breathing heavily, but after a short rest, he roared loudly and shouted in orcish

"Kill those humans for the tribe"

Click!

At this time, there was a sound of an orc warrior's skin being pierced beside the warlock. The warlock looked over in confusion. The orc's body was covered with a lot of feathers at some point, and he fell to the ground.

The feathers seemed to be enchanted and sharp enough to pierce the tough skin of an orc warrior.

At this time, countless shadows appeared on the ground. The warlock and other orcs looked up and saw a woman with dense hands and feathers on her head flying from the sky.

With a wave of their hands, the originally soft feathers became straight, then detached from their bodies, rushed towards the orc troops below, stabbed into their bodies, and after attacking once, they flew backwards.

But the warlock saw clearly that new feathers continued to grow on the bodies of the women who left at a speed visible to the naked eye. Obviously, this time they returned for another attack.

The warlock pointed his strong arm at the harpies flying in the sky and gave orders to his warriors.

"Throw spears at them, or rocks, or anything, and knock them down."

Lothar saw the harpies that suddenly appeared above his head. He didn't know what kind of creatures they were, but that didn't stop him from understanding that they were friendly forces coming to help them. So he ordered part of the troops to speed up the breakout, and he led the rest of the people to charge towards the orcs in front.

When the orcs threw spears, stones and other objects at the flying harpies in the sky, a strong wind blew across the land, and the objects thrown by the orcs were blown back to their team, and together with the feathers of the harpies that were accelerated by the wind, they became weapons that threatened their lives.

At this time, several huge figures appeared among the harpies. They were the harpy queens, and behind them were many harpy witches who were a circle larger than ordinary harpies.

But these harpy witches seemed dwarfed in front of their queen. If ordinary harpies were only as tall as normal people, then the harpy queen was the size of a small house.

Unlike the Harpy Queen, the Harpy Queen is only proficient in one of the physical and magical powers, but there are still many of them.

So they each led a different harpy. The physically strong Harpy Queen led a large number of Harpies to fly towards the orcs, while the rest of the Harpy Wizards began to prepare to cast spells.

After being pricked by the feathers, the orcs were picked up by the harpy's sharp claws, which dug deep into their flesh, sending them into the air and throwing them hard.

Countless orcs flew down from the sky and fell to the ground.

The warlock was confronting a harpy queen who was skilled in magic. He and she were casting different spells, while constantly colliding with each other with their strong bodies.

The queen once again shot feathers on her body, which were twice as big as those of ordinary harpy men, at the warlock, but the difference was that this time the feathers were attached with a lot of energy.

The warlock used shadows to form a pitch-black round shield to cover him and block the feathers, but the feathers almost pierced the shield, and one feather was even in front of the orc's eyes. Suddenly, the feathers caught fire, and the orc warlock instantly felt a huge danger.

The feather exploded, and the arcane energy within it surged out, creating a huge crater in the area where the warlock was.

The smoke cleared, and the warlock was still alive. Perhaps it was because of the restraint of fel energy on arcane magic that he was still alive. Although the warlock was good at shadow magic, it did not mean that he did not know fel spells.

The moment he sensed danger, he frantically used the evil energy to absorb the life around him, but the result of such retaliatory use was that his brain was corroded even more seriously by the evil energy.

The area around him was absorbed by the evil energy and turned into a wasteland, making the already desolate land after the explosion even more lifeless, and stained with a strange red color, just like the land in hell.

He himself was not feeling well either. His clothes were almost torn to pieces, and his skin was covered with charred burns. His mind was almost losing his mind due to the corrosion of evil energy. He grasped the last bit of his sanity and used his magic to summon a temporary portal.

A Doomsday Guardian with wings on his back walked out of the portal. He was holding a huge demon sword. His body was 4 meters long, almost as long as the Harpy Queen.

This orc is not good at fel energy, otherwise he would not have always used shadow spells to fight, but he was able to summon such a huge Doomguard at this time, it seems that someone is helping them behind the scenes.

The Harpy Queen had no intention of facing this enemy alone. She let out a loud cry, calling on her offspring to help her. Many nearby Harpy witches rushed over after hearing the cry.

The Doomguard wanted to fly into the sky, but the Queen and the witches were also good at flying, so the Doomguard wanted to bombard them with magic.

But the other party was equally good at using spells, and countless energy bodies kept falling on him. In addition to hurting him, some made him weak, some made his wounds difficult to heal, and some even restricted his movements, which made him unable to even engage in close combat.

After a while, the Doomguard fell to the ground, green blood flowing from his huge body and soaking the ground, and his soul returned to the Twisting Nether.