Another person was joining this duo. The ninth, whose duty to protect number one ended, was agile right now as if wanting to display the attack skills of his shield. Thick and long thorns appeared on the shield received from the reward dungeon; as its user swung it, it was tearing apart and roughly shattering everything it hit.
While the orcs of the rebel tribe, barely resisting even the attacks made by number four with shock waves, were sweating bullets, they pursued escaping backward by the shortest route. This situation played into the hands of the three warriors. They didn't pause even for a moment while ruthlessly slaughtering the enemy turning their backs on them to flee instead of fighting.
The situation of the left side would bring new options for Number Ten too. He would be able to give his attention to his friends engaged in one-on-one combat and ensure they killed their enemies by helping them.
As an archer, one of his primary duties was to help the friend he would benefit most as a support unit. He had these thoughts when he scanned the ongoing struggles with his eyes; he was looking for the most logical one among the four clashes.
His gaze landing on the struggle of the two physical warriors moved away without stopping even for a moment. In an environment where iron was beaten with iron, these two monsters would eat his arrowheads like stick crackers.
He turned his attention to the transformed third and the leader of the Gray Hyenas; at the same time, they made eye contact with the gray-haired man fleeing in panic. Number Ten was startled in the face of this event he didn't expect; was the man, struggling in the claws of death when looked at, also observing him on the other hand? Obviously, no bread would come out of here for him either. Although his friend acted aggressively, his opponent was calm and didn't neglect to do environmental checks.
When he headed towards the third fight, sparks scattering around attracted his attention. The spear and the long thin sword were clashing madly. The attention of those watching this struggle was on these light plays, but Number Ten, being an archer, could see something else.
The routes of the two weapons were the most important point for him. The attack directions of the duo constantly in motion were also very variable. It was very difficult to pass his arrow between two people organizing attacks at high speed and from every direction and hit the enemy.
When the archer in black, unable to find what he hoped for from three battlefields, headed towards his last chance, his mouth remaining inside his mask set off towards his ears because there was another friend advancing towards here.
The person making him smile was Number Five. This warrior, finishing off his opponent, also had his eye on the hunter of the Gray Hyenas. He had also scanned the battlefields like number ten and obviously thought it was logical to kill the woman with claw-like equipment in her hands first.
The Elite Ten member here was the eighth specialized in speed; he wasn't letting the ugly woman breathe since they matched. Unfortunately, his opponent was a scout; taking down someone who made fighting by using environmental conditions her profession in such a chaotic environment was truly a difficult task.
Yet another surprise attack attempt of number eight was going to waste. The clawed woman with animal instincts was hurling the first orc warrior she got her hands on to the direction where the attack came from and fleeing backward rapidly. Maybe the same event was happening dozens of times. The moves of the warrior in black were blocked by the warriors of the rebel tribe on the battlefield each time.
"Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!"
What was new was the sounds of arrows ringing right by the ugly woman's ear. She took a defensive stance by rolling on the ground, but a moment later, five orc warriors collapsed on her. She was left underneath, and the corpses of hulking orcs stood on top of her. She looked at her opponent watching her out of the corner of her eye.
The distance between them was sufficient for her to escape the situation she fell into. While wanting to make her move immediately and slip away, she gave up as a result of an unease covering her inside. The decision she made would be very correct for her because two golden Chakrams appeared where she stuck her head out, tearing apart whatever appeared before them.
A cold feeling was spreading through the ugly woman's whole body down her spine. If she were a second late, her body would have become several pieces. She couldn't think about these too much; her current priority was to take a position where she could see the attacks coming onto her. Making a shield out of the corpse of an orc warrior she grabbed tightly by the throat, she jumped backward rapidly.
Golden Chakrams had returns just like their departures. Number five predicted the enemy's movements and determined his weapon's route accordingly. The woman retreating by defending with the corpse shield and her claw was becoming the target of the spinning discs once more.
The ugly woman's weapons were special. They were made by master craftsmen considering all kinds of natural conditions. Unfortunately, since they weren't one of the works of the three great masters, they had no chance against the weapons that were gifts of the reward dungeon.
With the second blow, the corpse she held in her hand and one of her claws shattered. The shock she experienced while retreating without slowing down was reflected on her face. Finally, after taking a dozen friendly orc warriors around her, she could catch her breath to understand the situation. The situation was bad; in addition to the opponent giving her hard times with his speed, an archer and another opponent capable of making mid-range variable attacks were being added.
"You scumbags! How can three people attack against one person?"
The ugly woman shouted the first things coming to her mind in panic. All her effort was to be able to breathe for a few more breaths.
"Look who's talking! Was it my father attacking ten warriors with thirty thousand people?"
Nafız couldn't stand this impudence. Although there was a long distance between them, she was making the battlefield groan with her voice.
"No mercy! Kill whoever appears before you!"
This time the one shouting was Miloş. The attitude the enemy assumed was annoying him too. When the trio went on the attack without hesitating even for a moment after their leader's order, the face of the woman with one broken claw turned snow-white.
While barely coping with one, now she felt completely trapped. Without pausing even for a moment, she turned her direction towards the two physical warriors. The scout was running to where there were no weapons and someone half-human half-fire lizard. She wanted to save her life by blending in between thanks to her agility.
How could the united trio of the Elite Ten not understand her intention? All grabbed their weapons and went on the attack. If she entered between the two monsters once, their business could only rely on luck. The ugly woman was fleeing ignoring arrows raining on her, Chakrams spinning around her. It was literally a life-or-death moment for her; she had no salvation three to one, and she knew this very well.
She had almost reached her target by shielding friendly orc warriors on her path; after the last few steps, all conditions would be in her favor. Although number ten could make a few small scratches, he hadn't been able to hit the scout of the Gray Hyenas yet. Sometimes orcs appearing in front of his arrows, sometimes the enemy's sharp intuitions played the leading role in this failure.
Golden Chakrams were also struggling with the same misfortunes. So many orc warriors had been caught in between for the sake of taking down the target that it was impossible to count. Number eight, attacking in a combined manner with his friends, assumed a depressive mood and was thinking I was better alone.
Previously, since his opponent thought about attacking alongside defending, he could catch some small openings, but since she started running away, she had become untouchable like a rabbit inside dense vegetation.
With her last few steps remaining, a smile that would make those seeing it shudder appeared on the ugly woman's face. She was saving her life thanks to the heavy training she received and her mastery in her technique.
Looking at the scene in front of her, her eye shone for a moment. Another enemy in black was in front of her, and his back was facing her. It wasn't a scene a scout could resist. The opportunity to turn from a hunted prey into a hunter had come to her feet.
Changing her direction a bit, she started approaching number two in the middle of a heated war secretly from behind. The distance was very short; the hands of the trio chasing the ugly woman were tied.
Two breaths later, the enemy scout would hook her claw onto their friend's neck. Although their weapons couldn't reach, they were about to shout to warn him with their voices. Their mouths opening wouldn't be able to close for a long time in the face of the scene they would see in a moment because their friend wasn't as defenseless as they thought.
The man fighting naked from the waist up and number two hadn't lost their consciousness, no matter how heated a struggle they were in. Thanks to environmental awareness, he could see what was going on in the battlefield.
This was why the Elite Ten's physical warrior waited until the last moment. His answer to the enemy targeting his neck with her claws was very harsh. He turned suddenly while the ugly woman was in the air and swung his fist with the power to destroy a small mountain towards her rib cage.
The distance was really very close. Number Two could see inside the woman's eyes looking incredulously when he landed the punch. At the same time, the claws reached his body too; unfortunately, the orc warrior was expecting this blow, and as a result, it wouldn't have an effect other than a few holes on his black armor.
The end of the ugly woman was a disaster. After the punch she took to her chest, a large hole opened in her body, and all her internal organs scattered onto the soil remaining behind her. The Gray Hyenas' scout was currently like a tomato squeezed with anger. Exploded from one point, all her insides scattered around.
The trio witnessing this event was in astonishment, but the situation of number ten and five was a bit different. Both had evaluated their battlefields and as a result had chosen to attack the woman who just died terribly. A question was passing through their minds right now; what if we did like her and entered between two physical warriors, would our end be like this?