When the gray-haired man in the position of leader of the Gray Hyenas shouted with a booming voice, more than ten thousand orcs, together with the five warriors under his command, rushed forward. On the other side, there was no longer a need for an order; what they would do was clear. Their job was to destroy whoever appeared before them.
The only exceptions on both sides rapidly approaching each other were the archers. They were standing in their places, waiting for the enemy to enter their firing range. In this regard, number ten had a great advantage; while his comrades-in-arms in the other tribe watched the rapidly advancing enemy with helpless eyes, he had already drawn his bow and was releasing his arrows.
Due to shooting multiple arrows and the swiftness in his movements, the warriors attacking in the front were falling one by one. Number ten, pleased with the situation, had no intention of stopping; in fact, he was pursuing forcing himself to his limits.
He was watching his arrows advancing in the air out of the corner of his eye and reaching his hand into his quiver. The thing he saw before his expression radiating happiness changed in an instant would be of a kind he hadn't witnessed before. The beautiful woman, rushing to the front in an instant and opening her umbrella, was creating a small storm that would scatter the arrows coming onto them by spinning it rapidly.
The plan going well would be spoiled. The existence of a person who could use the wind element was literally a nightmare seen in daylight for archers. While his friends were almost about to enter the enemy archers' range, number ten helplessly concentrated his target on the area far from the woman.
"Pathetic archer, I'll come and split your bow in two in a moment!"
The woman with a striking appearance spoke with a tone of voice full of arrogance as always. How could she restrain herself when there was someone doomed to be crushed in front of her?
"Watch out!"
At the moments she indulged herself, a voice rang right in her ear, and the body of a thin sword with a bright silver color passed before her eyes. The beautiful woman was dumbfounded; she knew the owner of the voice and the weapon, but she couldn't make sense of this move he made.
"Clanggg!"
When the sound of metal hitting metal hard came, the resulting spark thinned out and mixed into the air. An orc warrior in black was right beside her; her friend's move had saved her life.
The handsome man with curly hair floating in the air, after blocking the secret attack made with his first move, switched to rapid stabbing movements without slowing down. This was the purpose of making the weapon in his hand; thanks to its thin, long, and flexible structure, it was invented for piercing rather than cutting.
Number eight's specialty was speed. Besides benefiting from this while attacking, he was also using it for parrying purposes, but currently, he was right in front of the enemy, and his surroundings were being besieged moment by moment.
After a few rounds, he was faced with a move he couldn't parry. With a quick decision, he wanted to put his left arm in front of the blow to protect his vital organs and slow down the sword's momentum. The most logical thing to do in a life-or-death moment would be to sacrifice some things to live.
"Smack!"
The tip of the handsome man's weapon and number eight's left arm were about to meet when, accompanied by an ear-splitting sound, a thick metal whip descended on the body of the thin long sword. The weapon taking the blow would flex almost up to ninety degrees. Can you imagine the effect this would transmit to its user's arm?
The man was shattered. So much so that even the hairband on his head came undone, and his voluminous hair waved wildly.
Now is the chance, said number eight; if he lunged now, he could make a clean cut on the throat of the enemy who was not himself.
He took a step with these thoughts, but a large shadow had already descended on him, heralding the attack coming towards him. This was the man whose upper body was naked; giving all his weight onto his shoulder, he was running trying to crash into number eight's body.
The Elite Ten member specialized in speed had to make a quick decision. Would he attack or retreat? He didn't think too much; he wanted to use the body blow almost about to hit him to his advantage. Jumping back slightly, he gained momentum and took strength from the naked man's shoulder using his feet.
The orc warrior, taking the energy of the incoming blow on himself in this way, was hurled back with somersaults continuing his previously started movement. His secret attack had failed at the first moment. Even if he caught his opportunity later, due to both the presence of the man coming to stop him and the increasing number of orc warriors surrounding him thoroughly, he had no option left but to flee.
"Miloş, this time our kids don't just have crowded orc heaps in front of them. They will also have to deal with a team watching out for each other, covering their openings. What do you say; do you think they can handle it?"
Following the first contact that happened rapidly, the Blood God called out to the Elite Ten's leader standing beside her. There was a slightly belittling and equally mocking tone in her voice. Although she addressed someone right next to her, her speaking loudly on purpose didn't escape attention either.
"Nine, cover me! The time has come and gone to teach a lesson to these impudent creatures!"
Miloş was about to open his mouth to speak, but the answer came from a place completely unexpected. One of the two orcs remaining quite behind their other friends when the attack started was shouting angrily.
When his friend coming to his side passed in front of him with the shield in his hand, he also planted a small totem he took out from his bosom beside him. Number one was rapidly making hand seals; with his eyes closed, he was constantly murmuring something, then opening his eyes, which would emit a coldness freezing one's blood, he shouted.
"Grow and destroy! Thousand Captives!"
At the same time, the armor of the person standing in front of him to protect him grew, and the part extending towards his back closed in a way to take him inside too. Absolute Protection was the basic feature of the equipment taken from the reward dungeon. Not only an obstacle standing in front of attacks, this shield could also be a shelter for the user when the time came.
Number one standing with closed eyes in the area no one could see was as if unconscious; if not for the changing mimics on his face, someone seeing him could think he was sleeping standing up. Currently, the height of the ceaselessly growing totem reached ten steps, and sparkles were raining down on the ground like rain from its shining surface.
The moment they touched the soil, the lights took the shape of wild creatures, then they were going on the attack rapidly towards the orc crowd coming towards them. Only one of them didn't run forward after taking shape; standing silently on the right side of the totem, it was busy watching the battlefield. Number one's eye, ear, all his senses were now synchronized with this creature. He had taken himself out of his original body and practically entered inside this living thing in spirit form.
Orc warriors seeing the wild creatures coming towards them went into shock. The same effect would be valid for the twenty thousand people waiting behind too. Since their lives were not in danger right now, they could judge the event better; they were busy digesting number one's unique power.
There was an orc using spirit power in front of them. They entered mixed emotions; they had such a magnificent kin, but the painful part was they had to treat him as their enemy.
"Archers, fire at the totem and the strange object beside it!"
A voice rose from the charging group. A team chief seeing the source of the wild creatures was shouting. Archers targeted that place and made their shots; more than two hundred arrows were gliding in the air.
Number one was in a trance at these moments. He was performing his technique under the protection of number nine's unique shield. He didn't need to fear for himself; against this equipment that could resist even Vahşiduvar's sound attack, a few arrows couldn't have even as much effect as an ant attacking an elephant.
Indeed, the arrows landing on the shield served no purpose other than making a few weak clinking sounds, but in this process, the totem was also hit. There would be an interruption in the suddenly shooting lights; it was as if the arrows were affecting this object.
"Your target is the totem! All archers, draw bow!"