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Chapter 463: Destroying the WarehouseĀ
Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!
The dull sound of something breaking through the air caught the orc shaman's attention.
He looked up cautiously, thinking it might be some spell, and instinctively gripped his staff tightly.
Instead of the expected "Meteor Shower," what he saw were real, solid stones.
Bang! Bang!
The spinning stones easily tore through the orc hide tents.
Unprepared orc soldiers screamed in agony one after another.
Panicked cries immediately echoed throughout the valley.
Stones!
Just stones!
There was no trace of magic on them!
The orc shaman felt a bit confused, but as more and more orc tents were smashed,
and as a dense hail of stones came whistling down, he raised his staff high but chose to hold back.
He could keenly sense that while these stones were numerous and caused some damage, their individual lethality was limited.
Glancing around, the shaman noticed only a few dozen orc casualties. As for the injured soldiers, he didn't give them much thought.
As long as they held on for two or three hours, reinforcements from all directions would arrive quickly.
But soon, the orc shaman realized something was amiss.
The scattered stones began to concentrate their trajectory toward the center of the camp.
More and more tents were destroyed, and soon, the projectiles started targeting the storage warehouses.
Warehouses!
The orc shaman's heart skipped a beat. His eyes widened instinctively as he scanned the distance.
Although the stones seemed menacing, they didn't inflict significant damage on the wooden warehouses.
At most, they punched a hole or two, scattering a few wood chips.
Yet the orc shaman grew increasingly uneasy. The opponent wouldn't go to such lengths just for a hollow show.
He was right!
Streaks of fire suddenly lit up the dark night sky.
They arced down from the towering ridges, blanketing the camp below.
Whoosh!
Crash!
The blazing flames smashed into the surrounding tents.
The fire spread rapidly, emitting a pungent smell and greedily consuming the tents around it, raging wildly.
No longer stones!
It was now fire oil!
The dreaded incendiary oil crafted by Bay Territory!
Fortunately, due to poor aim, much of the ignited fire oil missed the warehouses storing supplies.
Perceiving the growing threat, the orc shaman unleashed his magic with all his might.
Six-Ring SpellāGale Force!
A torrent of wind roared through the fiery projectiles.
Yet the resilient flames refused to extinguish.
However, the strong winds twisted and scattered the flames, keeping them away from the camp.
Two waves of firelight were blown away.
Seeing this, Phyllis immediately halted the bombardment. Listening to the howling winds, she felt like she was controlling the enemy.
Noticing the strange situation, the orc shaman's expression subtly changed.
If they continued to turtle like this, the enemy's bizarre attacks would keep coming endlessly.
Unless he could suppress them, his spells and mana would be continuously drained.
The enemy must have a deeper conspiracy behind these tactics!
He couldn't allow himself to be led by the nose!
Soon, two groups of a thousand orcs each began climbing the ridges on either side.
Prepared for this, Phyllis had no intention of letting them ascend easily.
Seizing the opportunity while unable to attack the warehouses, she poured the blazing fire oil onto the orcs' climbing paths.
Seeing the numerous orcs drawn to the ridges, Phyllis turned to her allies, pointing at the climbing orc soldiers:
"These orcs are yours to handle."
The silent Modified Warriors lined up and charged down.
The unsuspecting orc soldiers were immediately thrown into disarray.
They never expected such powerful fighters among the humans.
The average challenge level of orc warriors was 8.
The Modified Warriors were at level 18!
Genuine extraordinary combat strength!
Crushing! It was pure crushing!
The orcs were no match for the Modified Warriors, falling one after another before reaching halfway up the ridge.
Nimble inspection team members exploited the advantage created by the Modified Warriors, ambushing from the flanks.
The orcs' advance was halted, leaving them unable to interfere with the now-restarted catapults.
Wave after wave of flaming projectiles flew down from the ridges.
The orc shaman, his face livid, could only watch as the fireballs fell one after another, closing his eyes in bitter resignation.
He endured!
He had to endure!
Elio, however, knew he would endure. Watching warehouse after warehouse ignite in fierce flames and observing the chaotic orcs, she spoke calmly:
"Move in half an hour. We need to force their hand!"
Continuous bursts of firelight rained upon the chaotic camp, igniting warehouse after warehouse.
Various smells filled the orc camp.
Desperate orc soldiers couldn't help but rush into the burning warehouses, doing their utmost to salvage supplies.
Don't misunderstand; these orcs were saving supplies for themselves.
The orc shaman had retreated to the cave entrance, watching the burning warehouses with a mix of heartache and unspeakable relief in his murky eyes.
But his relief was premature.
Seeing most of the marked warehouses set ablaze, Elio, who had been waiting, decisively issued the final attack order:
"Target the cave!"
The catapults, previously limited to the camp, quickly adjusted their angles and force, hurling jar after jar of black incendiary oil.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The fire oil jars shattered, releasing an acrid smell.
The orc shaman, glaring at the black liquid, his eyes filled with hatred and rage, pointed his staff fiercely.
A row of towering earthen walls sealed the cave entrance.
However, fierce flames soon surged through the cracks, their greedy tongues licking at the cave, heating the orc shaman's cheeks.
Raising his head high, the shaman unleashed a surge of magic with a roar.
Seeing the spells ignite one after another, every face lit up with anticipation.
As the magical glow dimmed,
a massive figure descended from the sky.
The dragon's tangible aura of dominance was released without restraint.
In the flickering firelight, the orc shaman saw Yaya approaching, her open jaws looming large. A bitter smile crossed his wrinkled face.
"So, this is our true enemy!"
"Roarā¦!"
The destructive flames smashed into the cave entrance.
The orc shaman's earthen walls were burned through by the terrifying flames. The remaining fire gleefully poured into the cave.
A terrifying bolt of lightning tore through the darkness, landing squarely on Yaya's head.
Bang!
Yaya roared in pain, her eyes flashing with anger as she slammed her sharp claws down hard.
The mountain cracked with fissures.
One by one, massive stones broke apart and flew out.
Inside, the granary packed tightly with supplies was exposed.
However, a swarm of flaming oil rushed forward.
The fire consumed everything!