This was followed by several more tearing sounds.
Colin looked up to see other parts of the tent being hacked apart by one axe after another. Then, Dire Wolf Knights and their Dire Wolves began to push through the holes.
It seemed the Dire Wolf Knights, seeing they couldn't take down Mog's party quickly, had sent a small detachment around the sides to cut their way in.
Even for a decapitation strike launched under the cover of the main Orc assault, they were still hopelessly outnumbered.
Lying on the ground, Colin stared intently at the opening in the tent not far from him.
Previously, he had avoided using his louder magic so as not to alert the surrounding Orcs. Now, he had no such reservations.
The blade in his hand began to hum violently as wisps of electricity danced along its Damascus-patterned steel. At the same time, the Spellbook on the ground flew open, its pages WHIRRING until they landed on Lightning Bolt.
CRACK!
