Wizard Immortal

Chapter 106 Sweep

"We're almost there..."

Walking through the vast wilderness, gazing at the distant scenery, Adir murmured to himself.

By this time, after half a month of marching, the group had covered a considerable distance.

Before them stretched a mountain range for dozens of miles, densely covered with vegetation and chilling air, where various creatures seemed to be hiding.

"According to the information Mokra gave us, the orc tribe should be just ahead of us."

A rough voice sounded from behind, and then a strong-looking apprentice rode up from behind Adir; it was none other than the white-bearded Siral.

At this moment, he was dressed in a full suit of silver-white armor, holding the reins in his hand. He looked more like a knight than a wizard's apprentice.

"By the way, aren't you really going to wear a full suit of armor like me?"

Looking at Adir, Xilar said loudly, "The battlefield is different from usual. Although we have magic, it's always good to have more protection."

At this point, he slapped his right hand on the armor on his chest, making a crisp sound: "The armor I make is entirely made of silver iron. While it has stronger defensive capabilities than other armors, it will not affect spellcasting."

"If you want it, Adir, for the sake of our friendship, a set will only cost five magic stones!"

"Never mind..." Adir glanced at Siral beside him, somewhat speechless. "Let's think about what spell we should construct later. If we make a mistake, it could cause serious trouble."

"Haha, don't be nervous." Seeing Adir's expression, Siral laughed heartily, "I have experience with this kind of thing, you'll get used to it after a few more times."

As they were talking, Aisha and the others followed behind them.

Because they were traveling with the army, they were all on horseback this time. However, as second-class apprentices, their physical fitness was no worse than that of ordinary knights. In addition, as native Modo people, their horsemanship was quite good. Even after trekking in the wilderness for half a month, they did not show any signs of fatigue.

At this moment, as the troops moved forward, the army of over a thousand men had split into several groups and were constantly roaming around.

"My lords." A voice came from ahead. It was a knight who was riding his horse quickly toward where Adir and the others were.

"Lord Kosis wants you to come over!" he called out to Adir and the others, though he spurred his horse back in the direction they had come from.

After exchanging a silent glance, Adir and the others walked forward.

Upon reaching the front, they came to a tent and saw Kosis and Mokra inside.

"You've arrived."

Looking at Adir and the others, Mokra nodded: "We are almost at our destination. Please get ready."

"Our target this time is a medium-sized tribe with approximately three thousand orcs."

Looking at the group of people before him, Kosis said, "My knights are currently leading men to fight this tribe. We should be able to arrive in a little while. At that time, I hope you will lend a hand and take care of the bloodthirsty orcs in this tribe."

Hearing his words, Adir and the others nodded, indicating that they had no objections.

The group rested for a while and then resumed their march.

Upon reaching the wilderness ahead, the number of wild beasts around them increased significantly. Occasionally, a few scattered orcs would hide nearby, but upon seeing their massive caravan, they would be frightened and flee into the distance.

Whoosh!

The sound of long arrows piercing the air echoed all around.

Kosis remained calm, his gaze fixed on the orc in the distance who had been struck in the chest by a long arrow, his expression unchanged.

After an unknown amount of time, scattered shouts began to appear ahead, and some warriors were fighting with the scattered orcs, seemingly evenly matched for the time being.

After receiving support from Kosis, the tide of battle immediately turned in favor of humanity.

Upon arriving here, Adir looked around.

The orcs here are quite different from those he has seen before. Although they are all tall, their fur is thicker and provides better insulation.

Upon arriving here, Kosis personally led his men in a charge.

"Gentlemen, it's our turn." Mokra said as he walked up to the group.

Several wizard apprentices nodded, mounted their horses, and slowly rode forward.

Ahead, some bloodthirsty orcs were scattered around, their height of over three meters being quite noticeable even among orcs.

As agreed beforehand, the apprentices charged toward the bloodthirsty orcs.

"Bloodthirsty orcs... I really miss them."

Looking into the distance at the tall figure that resembled so much from his memories, Adir couldn't help but sigh.

When he first came to this world, he also fought against orcs on the battlefield, and even broke through to the level of knight because of it.

However, despite being a peak Grand Knight, he showed no intention of directly engaging in combat.

He gently reached out and took out a longbow, entirely red, from the horse's back, and slowly drew the bowstring.

He acquired this item while at the academy from a third-class apprentice. Although it wasn't a demonized item, it had been reinforced using wizarding techniques and was able to withstand Adir's current strength. In the end, Adir bought it for one magic stone.

"Calculate wind resistance speed... Calculate angle deviation..." The voice of the chip's machinery kept ringing in his mind, constantly helping Adir adjust its angle through powerful calculations.

With a soft whistle, the arrow flew swiftly from the longbow and headed toward the tall orc dozens of meters away.

Without any magical enhancement, Adir's physical strength, when he shoots an arrow with all his might, can cause damage comparable to the spells of some second-class apprentices.

The long arrow quickly turned into a black dot in the field of vision and rushed towards the distance.

Dozens of meters away, a tall, bloodthirsty orc, three meters in height with grayish-red skin, roared as he swung his giant sword forward.

Roar! ! !

An intense, sharp pain shot through his chest. The bloodthirsty orc roared, staring in disbelief at his chest where an arrow had pierced through.

Even so, given the bloodthirsty orc's vitality, it did not die. It did not appear to be seriously injured. Instead, it roared and charged towards the direction from which the arrow had been shot.

He quickly located his target. Dozens of meters away, Adir, dressed in black robes, sat on horseback, holding a crimson longbow in his hand, looking extremely conspicuous.

"An arrow that hasn't been enchanted is indeed not powerful enough."

Looking at the tall orc charging towards him from afar, Adir shook his head and continued to draw his bow.

"Calculate wind resistance speed..." The voice of the chip's mechanical components continued to echo in his mind.

An arrow swiftly pierced the air and struck the bloodthirsty orc's heart with pinpoint accuracy.

Because of the closer distance, the arrow pierced straight through the opponent's body.

With its heart ruptured, the bloodthirsty orc's body convulsed, and it collapsed to the ground with a loud thud.

After dealing with the orc in front of him, Adir looked at the other parts of the land.

In the distance, Siral, dressed in silver armor, fought against the bloodthirsty orcs like a knight. He didn't look like a wizard at all, but rather had the fighting style of a savage knight.

Aisha, with her unique blood magic, was about to finish off the orc in front of her.

Having read this far, Adir had lost interest in continuing.

This orc tribe is almost finished.

The chance of a bloodthirsty orc appearing is very low; often, only one out of hundreds of orc children might become a bloodthirsty orc.

According to Kosis, the orc tribe in front of them had only about three thousand people, and at most, there might be a few bloodthirsty orcs.

After the apprentices dealt with these few bloodthirsty orcs, the remaining ordinary orcs were no match for Kosis and his group, and would soon be completely defeated.

After an unknown amount of time, as dusk approached, the battle at the front was finally nearing its end.

The orc tribe was completely defeated. Apart from those who were killed on the battlefield, the rest all fled into the deeper mountains and forests.

Around them, warriors began clearing the battlefield, occasionally capturing orcs and binding them with specially made ropes.

This is a process of taking in prisoners. For the backward Ancient Armor City, these orc prisoners are the biggest source of income. Because they are strong and cheap, a large number of slave traders come to buy them every year.

After the road ahead was cleared, Adir and his companions walked forward, where the location of the orc tribe could be seen in the distance.

Compared to human villages, these orc tribes appear relatively backward, but they still possess a certain level of civilization. The orcs do not live in cold, damp caves, but rather in extremely simple dwellings.

Like humans, orcs are also an intelligent race, although their intelligence may be generally low, they do have their own unique civilization.

Upon entering this extremely shabby village, the stench that greeted them made the apprentices frown.

The environment here is rather terrible. After all, even human cities in this world are chaotic, with some cities even filled with excrement. The place where orcs live is naturally even worse.

As you enter, you can hear faint sounds all around you.

Those were the wails of orc children and the unwilling roars of old orcs.

"What are they doing?"

Listening to the sounds around him and looking at the old orc in front of him who was bound by ropes and constantly roaring, Adir frowned and asked.

"Get rid of these useless individuals."

Mokla, dressed in a black robe, walked up from behind.

"Ordinary orc slaves are popular with slave traders because they are strong and easy to raise, but these young and old orcs are different."

He looked at Adir and slowly explained to him, "Orcs and humans are similar. It takes at least ten years for a newborn child to grow into a strong laborer. As for the elderly orcs and those with disabilities, they basically don't live long and are not worth wasting food on."

Upon hearing this, Adir nodded without saying anything more.

(End of this chapter)