Wizard Immortal

Chapter 14 Matchup

"What should we do now?"

Dodging a heavy blow from the orc warrior in front of him, Adir glanced at the surrounding situation while dealing with several strong orc warriors in front of him, all the while keeping this thought in mind.

Whatever the initial reason, the situation is now quite clear.

There are hundreds of orc warriors here, and the proportion of orc warriors is particularly unusual, clearly indicating that they came prepared.

Although the apprentice knights were stronger than ordinary people, the orc warriors were no weaker and had a greater numerical advantage.

Even the knight Fular was now blocked by three exceptionally tall orcs and couldn't spare the time to help the others.

Each apprentice knight was surrounded by several orc warriors, and was completely besieged, with no chance to catch their breath.

This situation made Adir frown.

bump!

A deep, muffled thud resounded.

Adir held a huge shield in his left hand and smashed away the weapon swung by the orc warrior in front of him.

He looked behind him, the chip in his mind quickly calculating the angle, while he pretended to be struggling to deal with the orc warriors in front of him, and slowly moved towards the edge.

With the aid of the chip, he even had the capacity to observe the battlefield ahead.

The battle ahead is fierce.

Fular held a greatsword in his hand, his cold and stern face radiating intense authority, appearing both fearful and aggressive.

Surrounding him were three exceptionally strong orc warriors.

Unlike other orcs, this three-headed orc had crimson skin and was much taller, standing over three meters tall, making him look like a small giant compared to Flar in front of him.

These are bloodthirsty orc warriors, extremely rare mutants among orcs. Once they reach adulthood, each one can fight against a true knight, yet three of them have appeared at once.

Three bloodthirsty orcs, who resembled small giants, surrounded the knight of Flar. Each swing of their weapons generated a powerful gust of wind; an ordinary person who was even grazed by one would be instantly reduced to mincemeat.

The knight of Fular was also formidable in combat. Not only were his movements far more agile than those of the bloodthirsty orcs, but his strength was also no less than theirs. Every swing of his greatsword was a head-on collision.

His fighting style was extremely aggressive. He never retreated a step in the battle, and every strike was a head-on collision. His terrifying strength forced the three bloodthirsty orcs to retreat continuously, and they could only rely on their numerical advantage to fight him off and constantly wear down his stamina.

This swift and brutal fighting style inspired the surrounding warriors, who gritted their teeth, picked up their weapons, and charged towards the orcs in front of them.

No one dared to hold back.

Orcs and humans are completely different species. If one could try to surrender to a human army, it would be absolutely impossible to do so against these orc warriors.

Putting aside the existing hatred between the two sides, even language communication is a problem. These orcs don't care whether you are a noble or not. Once captured, the final fate is no different.

With many soldiers fighting fiercely, the battle began to reach a stalemate.

Seeing this situation, Adir was caught in a dilemma.

"To leave or to stay?" The thought flashed through his mind.

Unbeknownst to him, he had already drifted to the edge of the battlefield, where he could easily escape if he wanted to. These orcs were far too fast to catch him.

His peripheral vision glanced at the center of the battlefield, where the Knight of Fular wielded his greatsword, sending a bloodthirsty orc staggering back several steps.

Immediately, he made up his mind.

"I can't leave now!" he thought to himself.

The orc before him was powerful, but far from overwhelming. Moreover, Adir had a gut feeling that even if everyone else perished, the knight Fular would surely break through. If his escape was exposed, Adir would be affected unless he chose to flee altogether, and might even incur the hostility of this highly aggressive knight.

The option of simply leaving was not among Adir's choices before he was promoted to knight.

Having made up his mind, Adir's eyes suddenly changed, and his body accelerated in an instant.

The orc warrior before him looked on in astonishment, seemingly still reeling from Adir's sudden outburst.

With a powerful swing of his right-hand cross-shaped sword, he severed the head of the orc before him.

Beside them, a look of bewilderment flashed in the eyes of the other orcs, and they instinctively swung their weapons forward.

bump!

The sound of shields clashing with weapons rang out.

Adir wielded his left hand, using his shield to block attacks from all around, while his right hand wielded the cross-shaped sword with the speed and ferocity of a storm, unleashing a fierce thrust before the surrounding enemies could react.

A splash of blood appeared, and two more orcs fell to the ground.

These orc warriors were indeed powerful, almost as strong as Adir, but their speed was far inferior. Once Adir got serious, they immediately fell into a disadvantageous position and could only take a beating.

To his left, two orc warriors, their eyes filled with shock and anger, showed no fear or panic upon seeing their fallen comrade. Instead, they charged towards Adir with unwavering courage.

A cross-shaped sword thrust out at a tricky angle, piercing through the leather armor worn by the orc warrior in disbelief, passing right through his chest.

Adir used his left hand to forcefully knock another orc warrior away, sending him crashing to the ground.

A sword suddenly plunged down, piercing through his throat.

With the orcs' powerful vitality, this orc warrior did not die immediately. His body was trembling violently, and his huge eyes were fixed on Adir, as if he was unwilling.

Adir ignored the orc beneath him and suddenly looked ahead.

The battle at the front remained fierce, with corpses falling one after another, both on the opposing sides. The survivors continued to fight frantically, but the scales of victory were beginning to tip in favor of the orcs.

After thinking for a while, Adir did not choose to approach the battlefield where the knight-level powerhouses were located, but instead went to other locations to assist the other apprentice knights.

"Chip, activate the auxiliary template!" Adir said to the chip in his mind.

He quickly walked to the front, provoking a reaction from some of the orc warriors ahead.

Some orc warriors quickly split up and rushed towards him.

"Move two steps to the right, then perform a shield bash to the left with your left hand," the chip's mechanical voice echoed in my mind.

Instinctively, Adir walked directly to the right, and then slammed the shield in his left hand to the left with all his might.

Click!

In an instant, a shattering sound rang out.

With Adir's full-force attack, an orc was sent flying, its crude weapon shattered by the shield, producing a terrifying crash.

Standing firm, Adir didn't hesitate at all. His powerful physique allowed him to react quickly, and he continued to swing the cross sword in his right hand.

With Adir's terrifying power at this moment, coupled with the chip's auxiliary capabilities, it would be difficult to find someone who could rival him unless a true knight-level powerhouse took action.

He entered the chaotic battlefield, and with swift and ferocious swordsmanship, one orc after another perished, their lives ending as he struck them down.

His terrifying combat power and killing efficiency made him extremely conspicuous on the battlefield, immediately attracting the attention of certain people.

In the center of the battlefield, three tall, bloodthirsty orcs wielded battle axes and grappled with Fular in front of them. Upon seeing Adir, who was extremely active on the battlefield, they roared in fury.

They exchanged a glance, and finally one of the orcs turned away, a battle axe in his hand, and strode quickly toward Adir.

Upon seeing this, Fular's expression changed, and he wanted to step forward to block the orc.

Two terrifying gusts of wind swept towards him, and he dodged the two huge battle axes, which carved a mark more than a meter deep into the ground.

The two bloodthirsty orcs had bloodshot eyes and were looking at Fular with ferocious eyes. They entangled him tightly and could not get away to support the others.

On the spot, Adir ended the life of an orc with a single sword strike and was about to rush forward.

A nameless fear and sense of danger surged into his heart, his pupils contracted, and he instinctively leaped backward.

After he left, a huge sword slashed down at the spot where he had been standing, colliding with the ground and leaving a deep sword mark.

"Bloodthirsty Orc. Strength: 4.1. Agility: 3.3. Constitution: 4.2."

"Ding! This person is in extreme danger. We recommend staying away!"

A mechanical voice suddenly rang in his mind, startling Adir.

Before him stood a bloodthirsty orc, over three meters tall, with a pair of crimson eyes, looking down at Adir with intense rage and bloodlust in his eyes.

At thirteen years old, Adir is not short, standing at about 1.65 meters tall, which is considered tall among his peers. However, compared to the bloodthirsty orc in front of him, he is less than half the height of the orc, merely a dwarf.

Looking down at Adir before him, the bloodthirsty orc suddenly raised his greatsword and swung it forward with incredible speed.

"I can't stop it!" As the shadow grew larger and larger in his line of sight, and as he felt the strong wind that made his skin ache, this thought flashed through Adir's mind.

Without even trying to resist, he leaped backward, narrowly avoiding the attack.

boom!

The giant sword collided with the ground, and the terrifying force smashed a huge rock below, leaving a crater one or two meters deep at its feet.

"Take two steps back and then bow your head!"

Before Adir could even regain his footing, the mechanical voice in his mind rang out again.

He instinctively jumped backward and quickly lowered his head.

A biting wind swept overhead, and a giant sword whistled past, almost grazing Adir's hair.

One can imagine that if one hadn't dodged it, they would have been cut in half at the waist.

(End of this chapter)