When the division chief giving the first order woke up to the situation, he directed the shots towards the object whose brightness decreased. Hitting where there is a weakness was a rule of war valid even in the most primitive societies. When archers drew their bows, they were happy because they were being useful for the first time. If those rejoicing at this saw number one inside the shield, they could go mad with excitement.
The Elite Ten was ranked not according to combat power but technique levels. Almost all of the first five were at the first stage of expert degree. There was one person outside this rule, and that was the orc named as the first among ten people. Number one was still at the second level of master stage, and despite the title he received due to being able to use spirit power, his technique had more than one open point.
First of all, the moment he started applying the technique, he lost himself and fell into a completely defenseless situation. Another flaw was the bond between him and the totem. Due to the relationship between them with this object indispensable for the technique, number one felt some of the damage it received in his own body.
Number nine was looking with sadness at his friend continuing his technique by forcing himself while blood leaked from the corners of his mouth. This situation wasn't something acceptable. He couldn't use his shield received from the reward dungeon to protect the totem. Number nine, starting to force himself excessively, could only cover a place of three steps upwards from the ground.
This method would slow down the release of wild monster spirits, but right now his friend's life was ahead of everything. The ninth's move was on point; the second batch of arrows almost reached the totem.
"Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!"
"Bitch dogs, while I am here, your crappy arrows won't reach here!"
While a voice like thunder made the plain groan, it also rang inside the shelter formed by the shield. This was number seven; he had climbed on top of the structure surrounding the bottom part of the totem and was preventing the remaining section from becoming a target.
The whole team knew number one's weaknesses, and his two friends had taken their places to protect him. There was no reason for anyone to worry about the totem storing the spirits of wild monsters and himself.
What happened also led number ten to change targets. He was currently raining death on the archers attacking the totem. Against the enemy capable of shooting with magnificent accuracy even while moving, the tribe's archers had to retreat step by step.
Orc warriors advancing in the opposite direction of the right flank where the Gray Hyena group gathered had approached very close to the totem rising in all its glory relying on their numbers. There were no Elite Ten members in front of them; while the two teams fought, they hadn't stopped to protect themselves like their friends on the right flank.
"Bammmmmmmm!"
They sped up thoroughly when their targets were right in front of them, but the next moment, they saw their friends in front fly into the air with a loud noise. Their enemies clad in jet-black armor had cut off their path and were scattering dozens of people around like leaves blown in the wind with a single blow.
The owner of this blow was number four; reading the situation experienced, he had taken priority and stood against the orc warriors flocking towards this region. His gloves and boots were emitting a strange purple light. Vibrating slightly, these equipments seemed to make the air around them uneasy. The orc warrior in black was supporting his technique at expert level first stage with this equipment he received from the reward dungeon. Contrary to the state he assumed in previous fights, there was a different spark of passion in his eyes right now.
He specialized in close combat with everything he had, and there were thousands coming towards him in front of him. This was something number four sought but couldn't find. Taking strength from his right foot he pressed hard on the ground, he threw himself rapidly into the enemy; a dozen enemies flying into the air with his first punch, others would follow with every blow.
He didn't need to fear; his friend standing cracking his two huge whips in his hand could take care of people escaping from him and attacking the totem. The only thing on his mind was trying to level up in his technique by killing enemies until he was exhausted.
A deadlock was happening on the left flank; when the tenth scaring away the tribe's archers was added to number four clashing chest to chest with the enemy, the progress continued towards the totem stopped.
"Retards! They couldn't knock down a totem!"
The sexy member of the Gray Hyenas was very angry. When coming face to face with death was added next to the orcs' incompetence, Ellen became enraged.
Opening the umbrella in her hand, the beautiful woman started spinning it rapidly. Three small tornadoes formed in front of her. When she stopped spinning and swung her weapon forward, the tornadoes rose and took action towards the totem.
She was making her move by taking on the job the tribe warriors couldn't do. There was no way for the totem weakened by arrows to resist these wind-based attacks. Number seven waiting with whips in his hand became attentive. He couldn't make a mistake; he had to destroy all tornadoes.
Just at this moment, something unexpected happened. Two golden yellow chakrams passed through the tornadoes just taken off and dispersed them comfortably. There were some things the beautiful woman forgot; while five of the Elite Ten dealt with orc warriors and protected the totem and number one, the other five were still here.
Two weapons changing direction sharply in the air returned to the hands of an orc warrior in black armor with the same speed. Number five, gripping his weapons received from the reward dungeon tightly, was looking with scornful eyes at the woman whose entire face turned red from anger.
After her first wind-based attack, number five had set his sights on her. While watching for the appropriate time to tear her head off, he wouldn't be able to wait any longer after her arrogant words and the tornadoes she created.
"Ha ha ha! Look at her state? How humiliated she was by an orc!"
The owner of the words was the other woman in the Gray Hyenas. It was evident from the spring joy in her voice that she enjoyed the situation the person she hated to death fell into. As soon as she finished her speech, an unease covered the ugly woman inside. She immediately hurled herself backward and mixed into the crowd by rolling on the ground.
Although no one could make sense of this movement, what happened was understood two breaths later. The heads of the two orcs where she stood before were no longer in place. Instead, another black-armored orc warrior appeared in front of their bodies that hadn't fallen yet.
Number eight was looking for a new target for himself after his first attack and chose the human with claw-like weapons in her hands. He would have killed the woman using the wind element if help didn't come, but his current opponent was dodging his attack on her own.
"Look at that? Good thing I am a person trusting her feelings!"
The ugly woman muttered silently while looking at the exposed Elite Ten member. Indeed, she had acted by listening to the feeling of fear suddenly covering her inside. This was quite natural for her because she was this group's scout; the techniques she knew, even the weapons in her hands were directed towards this purpose.
This wasn't the only difference. The handsome man rushing like Khidr when he attacked the beautiful woman wasn't around this time either. The eighth would attribute this to the importance humans gave to external beauty, but unfortunately, what he didn't know was that the man was currently in trouble.
The person breathtaking with his platinum white curly hair was very handsome and at the same time a complete gentleman; if the same conditions occurred, he wouldn't refrain from stepping forward for both women. The attacks made before this by the man, stunned by the whip hit on his weapon during the sudden attack he stopped, had attracted a person's attention, and rapid stabbing movements were another person's specialty in the ongoing war.
The warrior sitting at number six in the Elite Ten had been fighting with the handsome man since realizing his own spear was the most suitable opponent for the thin long sword. The duo, getting caught up in the rhythm of the duel, were clashing madly without caring about what was happening around them.
On one side, the sixth with his spear almost twice the length of the thin sword, on the other side, the gentleman man integrating his agile movements with his weapon. Having finished another round of clash, they were catching their breath by opening the distance. This was the seventh sequence; their engaging and separating like lightning strikes was turning into a ritual.
The white-haired man was very brave; he was challenging someone fighting in almost the same style as himself within a reach disadvantage. If stabbing and piercing were in question, the one reaching his opponent first was always more advantageous.
Since the human fighter was aware of this situation, he was covering his gap with war experience. He was targeting not his opponent's torso but the hands and arms gripping the weapon. Only the eyes of the orc catching his breath inside the jet-black armor were visible; unfortunately, no one had the chance to see the huge smile formed on his face.
Number six was enchanted. Although he appeared as the advantageous side with his weapon and superior physique, his opponent's technique and mastery over the technique he used were leagues above him. Every time their weapons clashed, the orc warrior was experiencing a brand new experience. He could even feel his level increasing slowly.
Two warriors were currently waiting far from each other. The sixth in black was surrounded by the tribe's warriors on four sides. The interesting part of the business was none of them were within ten steps of the duo. While some stopped fighting and watched them, others had already set off towards the other sides of the front.