Chapter 167: The Dark Elves Still Watching the Show

Chapter 167: The Dark Elves Still Watching the Show

In the neatly arranged line of Dark Elves, Mork stood on a small hill, observing the human military camp ahead.

Although he couldn’t see too clearly on the other side of the battlefield, he could guess the overall situation quite well.

He was familiar with both humans and Orcs.

Among his subordinates, there were members of both races.

Once the Orcs decided to take on the humans in a clash, coupled with the humans being distracted with him, the Orcs could easily gain some advantage in the battle against the humans.

But how long that advantage would last was uncertain.

The Orcs were strong, but humans were no slouches either.

Of course, the more human energy the Orcs could draw in, the better for him.

Just as Mork was engrossed in watching, a Dark Elf beside him asked:

“Master, when shall we launch our attack?”

Mork snapped back to reality, glanced at him, and replied with indifference, “What’s the rush? When the time comes, I’ll naturally give the order to attack.”

With that, Mork continued to gaze ahead.

The Dark Elf, chastised, dared not speak further.

In fact, it wasn’t just him; many soldiers in the Dark Elf line were getting restless.

These guys had been through plenty of battles following Mork around.

As expelled criminals without a stable stronghold or home, they often had to rely on plundering and looting to survive.

Hence, calling these Dark Elves war fanatics wouldn’t be an exaggeration at all.

Through their nearly endless combat experience, they had slowly transitioned from exhaustion to enjoyment, growing fond of bloodshed.

While Mork was focused on the human camp, Duke Ogg was similarly fixated on the Dark Elf line.

His gaze didn’t dare to shift, afraid of missing something significant.

However, the Dark Elf line had remained as still as a pond since the beginning, with no changes whatsoever.

It appeared completely unconcerned.

Despite this impression of them, Duke Ogg still couldn’t bring himself to believe it.

Therefore, he stayed put, patiently waiting with his men.

In his heart, he prayed that Duke Rayman on the other side could withstand the Orcs’ fierce assault.

If they could push the Orcs back, that would be even better.

That way, their crisis wouldn’t be so severe.

Facing Orcs and Dark Elves, they had no fear in confronting either alone, even if a wheel of fortune turned against them.

What they feared was if both factions teamed up against them.

In that case, facing two enemies simultaneously might leave humans overwhelmed.

His eyes shifted to Duke Rayman.

With the Wizards and Archers joining the battle, the human warriors on the frontlines suddenly found things a bit easier.

With Archers blocking the way, the Orcs’ reinforcements weren’t able to arrive quickly and were fewer in number.

While the Wizards dealt damage to the Orc warriors, they also assisted human soldiers in taking down enemies.

Just when the Orcs got stuck at the humans’ second line of defense and couldn’t advance further, the Orc High Priest Mahat emerged from the fortress gates with a group of Orc warriors.

He seemed to walk slowly, but his actual speed was anything but.

Before long, he reached the predetermined position and halted.

This spot was outside the range of human Archers’ fire.

Once stopped, Mahat gestured for the surrounding Orc warriors to spread out around him.

A large group of Orc warriors immediately fanned out, tightly guarding him.

With ample protection, Mahat began preparing to cast a spell.

His right hand gripped the staff tightly as he muttered incantations.

At the same time, a bizarre green Magic Circle emerged beneath his feet.

After finishing the spell, Mahat pointed his staff toward the human camp ahead.

Then, a green thunderbolt appeared at the tip of his staff.

In the blink of an eye, the thunderbolt shot forth, aimed directly at the human soldiers in the camp.

Just as his magic was about to hit the human soldiers, a large Magic Shield appeared to block it.

It turns out the human Wizards sensed Mahat’s movements, so while he was preparing to attack, they were readying their defensive magic.

Fortunately, their efforts paid off as they successfully blocked the first wave of attack.

Duke Rayman, who had been observing the battlefield situation, certainly noticed this round of magical confrontation.

The moment he saw the Orcs’ magic, he knew it was time for their opponent, Mahat, to make his appearance.

Thinking about facing such an opponent, Duke Rayman felt somewhat reluctant in his heart.

Though they too had Wizards, and had just successfully blocked Mahat’s earlier attack, it didn’t necessarily mean Mahat was weak.

That earlier attack was merely a probing strike from Mahat.

Before long, Mahat’s attack came again.

This time, a massive stone burning with green flames came crashing down from the sky, carrying an unstoppable force.

The Magic Shield raised by the human Wizards couldn’t hold up against Mahat’s attack this time.

The stone engulfed in green flames landed among the human ranks.

With a crash, the violent shockwave sent many nearby soldiers flying, leaving those unfortunate enough to be directly crushed in peril.

Immediately, a huge gap appeared in the nearby human defense line.

Seeing the opportunity, the Orc warriors could hardly hesitate and charged straight through the breach.

With the Orcs’ efforts, the gap grew larger and larger.

Just as they were about to break through, suddenly a large batch of reinforcements surged from the back of the humans, blocking the breach.

Duke Ogg had moved men from the back to support the frontline.

Even though they still had defensive lines behind them, the rapid collapse of the first and second lines had a significant impact on the battle.

Thus, stabilizing the second line of defense was crucial for them.

However, they couldn’t stay completely on the defensive; they needed to strike first. Otherwise, if Mahat continued to support his warriors with magic, the humans wouldn’t hold out for long.

Quickly, a squad of human cavalry burst forth from the side of the camp, then circled around behind the Orc forces.

Leading them was Count Hudeman.

The cavalry’s momentum was impressive.

Mahat would have a hard time ignoring it.

Watching the cavalry racing toward him, his eyes narrowed slightly.

It was clear that the humans’ target was none other than him.

Although he was aware of this, Mahat found it challenging to come up with a good plan to deal with the human cavalry squad.

The Orc cavalry had already suffered heavy losses earlier, and the few left were hardly useful.

Counting on them to take on the human cavalry was wishful thinking.