Chapter 17: Perfect Coordination

Chapter 17: Perfect Coordination

As Arthur dashed out, Airael was not idle.

While her magic couldn’t weaken Mork as effectively as Andrew’s, she could amplify the power of her allies.

By strengthening her side, she aimed to close the gap between them and Mork.

Not long after Arthur charged forward, a golden light shot from behind him and entered his body.

Soon, a soft golden glow began to emanate from his skin.

The golden magical light not only enhanced his strength but also provided some defensive effects.

And that wasn’t the end! After he ran a bit further, Airael placed another spell on his sword.

His long sword now crackled with blue lightning.

The menacing-looking lightning nearly made Arthur drop his sword in fright.

But just as he was about to embarrass himself, he noticed something that made him quickly abandon that ridiculous thought.

Though the lightning on the sword seemed fierce, it shared the same source as the golden light wrapping around him, meaning it wouldn’t harm him at all.

After pausing for a moment and feeling considerably stronger, Arthur charged towards Mork once again.

Right after him, Cain also rushed in.

Just as the guards were about to follow, Andrew stopped them with a voice: “You guys shouldn’t go up.”

As soon as he spoke, the magical aura enveloping the guards dissipated instantly.

Their strength diminished significantly.

Though they felt reluctant, they couldn’t defy Andrew’s orders and had to stand by and watch.

After retracting his magic, Andrew turned his gaze to the battlefield. More specifically, he focused on Cain.

Having witnessed Cain’s earlier battle with Arthur, Andrew had grown to admire the talented young man.

More importantly, they were on the same side.

Not thinking too much, seeing Cain preparing to join the fight, Andrew began casting a series of supportive spells to enhance his overall abilities.

As for Mork, he was still entangled with the Stone Golem.

Though the Stone Golem moved sluggishly, its occasional bursts of power were overwhelming for Mork; a moment’s carelessness could lead to the same fate he faced just before.

Even a single mistake would be too much for him to handle!

Now that Arthur was involved, Mork felt even more pressure.

Arthur was impressive in all aspects, and now amplified by Airael’s magic, even though there was still a gap in strength, it should be noted that Mork couldn’t focus all his attention on just him.

Around him circled a pack of wolves.

Not only was Cain a threat, but Airael and Andrew were also formidable opponents.

Especially Andrew—this old man had summoned the very Stone Golem that could pose a great threat to Mork.

Mork had considered demolishing that Stone Golem.

But the Golem had not only decent defense but also impressive recovery abilities.

His attacks could only leave superficial wounds that healed rapidly, making little impact.

It was just a puppet!

Realizing this, Mork understood that the breakthrough point was Andrew.

But by the time he realized this, it was too late.

He was already caught up with the Stone Golem, Arthur, and Cain.

Even the easier opponent, Cain, was exhibiting powerful combat capabilities under Andrew’s enhancement.

While they battled fiercely up front, Airael and Andrew in the back couldn’t afford to relax for a moment.

Andrew occasionally seized the opportunity to cast weakening spells on Mork, limiting his power to create openings for Arthur and the others to attack.

Airael’s task was to help them fend off attacks they could hardly withstand.

Although they hadn’t discussed their strategies beforehand, their teamwork was excellent.

You can imagine how frustrating it must be for Mork, the besieged boss.

With his life-sustaining Stone Golem serving as a sturdy meat shield responsible for absorbing damage—and it could hit back reasonably hard.

Arthur and Cain were the hefty damage-dealers.

Airael and Andrew acted as supporters, ready to transform into ranged damage dealers at any moment.

The only roles missing from the entire team were a shooter and a healer.

Of course, they had those too.

But their capabilities were limited, and this battle was a bit beyond their skill set.

Shifting focus from this skirmish, let’s gaze at the entire battlefield.

From an overall perspective, humans were in a disadvantageous position.

Although they had successfully climbed the city walls, establishing a foothold was far from easy.

Not every human team was as luxurious as Arthur’s crew.

Their opulence meant that even if Mork personally showed up, they could still suppress him temporarily.

Without such a lavish formation, the others struggled significantly.

In some areas, Komit felt the urge to jump in and fight himself.

But alas, he couldn’t.

He needed to oversee the whole situation.

And because of that, he saw many things he was anxious about but could do nothing regarding.

It wasn’t the lack of troops, but rather the mid to high-end combat strength that put them at a disadvantage against their foes.

The Dark Elves and Orcs had a natural battle prowess superior to that of humans.

So even if he sent more troops in, it would only invite more casualties without expanding the gains.

After observing the situation in front of him, Komit’s gaze fell back to where Arthur and company were.

While they had Mork under control, the overall situation there was not optimistic.

Mork was restrained, but without their leadership, the human soldiers found themselves inadequate against the Dark Elves and Orcs.

Those guys were seasoned, and so were the Dark Elves and Orcs.

The captured territory was slowly being lost.

Seeing this scene, Komit made a decisive decision in his heart.

This battle couldn’t continue as it was.

Continuing would only add to humanity’s casualties.

They had to change their battle strategy.

“Relay my orders, retreat the troops, let the soldiers on the front lines fall back.”

Komit’s order, though seemingly absurd to others, was still communicated.

“General, why are we retreating? The soldiers can still fight, and we have reserves. Perhaps we can turn the tide soon.”

Afterward, one of the commanders couldn’t help but voice the question.

Komit gave him a flat look without responding.

That single glance made the commander close his mouth and ask no further questions.