Mist Lord

Chapter 76 From the Sky, Shadow Assassination

Early the next morning.

In order to reach the orc camp before noon, the expeditionary force had already assembled at the crack of dawn.

The main force consisted of the skeleton battalion led by Black Armor, including 10 Tier 3 skeleton knights and 120 skeleton warriors. The remaining skeleton knight and 27 skeleton warriors remained to guard the Burial Grounds.

Then there's the Blade & Shield Unit One, and the 24 half-elf archers under Satir's command.

Although the total strength was only a little over two hundred, they were all top-notch elite troops.

However, compared to the orc camp, the second-tier units are not much different, but the number of third-tier experts is still far behind. Fortunately, war is never a simple numbers game.

In order to capture the orc camp, Xia Yuan has already drawn up a detailed battle plan.

This battle must be won!

Orc camp.

"Prophet, do you have a feeling that we've been targeted by something these past few days?"

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The orc chieftain Mogren was somewhat uneasy.

"Is the chief worried about the bats flying in the sky?"

The shaman Zurek was not only the tribe's only spellcaster, but also served as a witch doctor, priest, and strategist, holding a very important position in the tribe.

"Those annoying bats... I always had a feeling they weren't some kind of mist monster, but rather something being controlled by someone behind the scenes."

It must be said that Mogren has a very strong intuition.

"So, the chief's decision to send out the hunting party this time wasn't actually for hunting, but to search for enemy tracks?" Zulek pondered, his cloudy eyes gleaming.

"I think so."

Mogren remained noncommittal. "If those bats are indeed being controlled by someone, it means a completely new territory has appeared around us. Isn't that a piece of easy prey?"

Any newly established territory is destined to be crushed in the face of powerful orcs.

The prerequisite is that its location must be found as soon as possible.

If the enemy is given enough time to develop, it will also threaten the safety of the orc camp.

This is inherently a two-way game.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

Just then, a rapid bell rang out from the camp.

"not good!"

Mogren's expression changed drastically. This was the alarm bell that would ring only when a powerful enemy invaded. "How is this possible? How could the enemy have come knocking on our door so quickly?"

In his view, they should be the ones taking the initiative to attack.

"Chief, something terrible has happened! A large number of enemies are attacking from the south!"

Before Mogren could react, an orc warrior rushed over to report, "Chieftain, the city gates are about to collapse! We urgently need reinforcements!!!"

"South, not north?"

Mogren's expression changed repeatedly.

For the past few days, those wretched bats had been coming from the north and disappearing back there. That's why he had specifically arranged for a hunting party to go north to hunt, only to find they had come up empty-handed.

"This is an enemy plot; they deliberately lured the hunting party away."

Shaman Zurek also looked grave. "Chieftain, the enemy is more cunning than we imagined."

"Crunch~~Crunch~~"

Sure enough, the unpleasant cries of the bone-winged bats echoed through the camp once again.

"Prophet, I'll go out and take a look!"

Although Mogren was surprised, he did not completely lose his composure. Even without the hunting party, the orc camp still had more than two hundred ordinary warriors and more than thirty berserkers.

Strong strength is the greatest asset; it's not something that just any Tom, Dick, or Harry can easily exploit.

"Remember to send someone to inform the hunting party to return to camp immediately."

Zulek spoke up to remind him.

The enemy first conducted reconnaissance, then launched an attack without hesitation, which made him instinctively feel uneasy.

"clear!"

Mogren nodded in agreement and rushed out of the Battle Howl Hall. He looked up and saw bone-winged bats hovering low in the sky.

Unlike before, this time the bone-winged bats are also carrying half-elf archers who are using their aerial advantage to snipe the orc warriors from a high vantage point.

The enormous bone wings spread out, blocking out the sunlight and casting huge shadows on the ground.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

The orc warriors were not to be trifled with either; without being ordered, they were already hurling javelins at the bone-winged bats.

The sounds of battle cries echoed all day long from the south gate of the camp.

Seeing this, Mogren felt even more reassured. Just as he was about to gather his forces and rush to the south gate to provide support, he suddenly heard terrified cries coming from the Hall of War Howls, "Help! The Prophet! The Prophet has been assassinated! There's an assassin!!!"

"not good!!!"

Mogren's expression changed drastically this time. He rushed back to the Hall of War Howls and saw that the shaman Zurek was lying in a pool of blood, his neck cut open by a sharp blade, with only a little skin holding it together.

It was clear that he wouldn't survive.

"Damn it! Damn it!!!"

Mogren's gaze was terrifyingly gloomy, and his entire body was faintly surrounded by black demonic energy, indicating that he was about to enter a demonic state.

This is the downside of demonized creatures.

They seem fine most of the time, but they can easily lose their temper when provoked by external stimuli.

The shaman Zulek's purification and bloodlust spells were two of the orc warriors' greatest strengths. Before he could even be sent to support the battlefield, he was assassinated in the Hall of War Cries, a truly disastrous start.

This also proves that the enemy's intentions were not good, and it was clearly premeditated.

"roar!!!"

Mogren roared and entered a berserk state, then turned and left the Battle Howl Hall.

No matter who the enemy is, they must die this time.

"What, what is that?"

In just a short while, the situation above the camp suddenly changed. As the bone-winged bats scattered, a huge bone dragon pierced through the clouds and swooped down.

"A dragon, it's a dragon!!!"

Even though the wyvern was only a sub-dragon, it was enough to cause a huge shock. Some orcs were so frightened that their voices trembled. Thank God, this was the first time in their lives they had ever seen a dragon.

"Perfect timing!"

Already consumed by rage, Mogren paid no heed to the bone dragon, charging forward with his giant axe in hand. As the tribal chief, he was a formidable fourth-tier expert, utterly fearless.

His aura was swirling around him, exuding a terrifying pressure.

Even if it's a fourth-tier bone dragon, we'll chop it up and feed it to the dogs.

"brush!"

What greeted Mogren was not the raised claws of a bone dragon, nor the iconic spiked tail of a wyvern, but a massive bone sword.

Black Armor leaped down from the Bone Dragon, plummeting with tremendous force, his white bone greatsword slashing furiously down towards Mogren's head, the blade seemingly capable of cleaving through the air and cutting everything in its path.

"when!"

Mogren's expression changed drastically. He subconsciously raised the giant axe in his hand and barely blocked the attack. However, he was so shocked that his arm twisted and his bones shattered. The ground beneath his feet was also pounded into a deep pit and cracked like spider silk.

"brush!"

Having landed a successful blow, the man in black armor landed steadily, and his greatsword slashed down once more.

"Die!!!"

Having suffered a series of misfortunes and been inexplicably attacked, Mogren has completely lost his mind and entered a state of total darkness. Even though his arm is twisted and deformed, he seems to feel no pain at all, his eyes flashing red, focused only on the black-armored enemy.

The two fourth-tier experts immediately clashed, their auras surging, and no one dared to approach.

"Huzora!!! Kill him!!!"

The orc warriors, however, were extremely brave and fearless, and were ready to attack in groups.

"roar!!!"

But they forgot that Black Armor was not alone. After the bone dragon landed, its spiked tail swept across, knocking orc warriors to the ground, poisoned and unconscious.

"when!!!"

Mogren ultimately suffered from his arm injury and quickly fell into a disadvantageous position. To make matters worse, he was only wearing a simple leather armor when the enemy attacked.

At this point, it was impossible to put on heavy armor again.

Protected by heavy armor, Mogren's attacks against the black-armored figure were significantly reduced. Conversely, each counterattack from the black-armored figure worsened Mogren's injuries.

In just a short while, Mogren had turned into a bloody mess.

"brush!"

Just as Mogren was knocked back once again and staggered to his feet, a black blade flashed suddenly behind him.

It's Celia!!!

After successfully eliminating the shaman Zulek with the help of the bone-winged bats, she once again concealed herself. Finally, she seized another opportunity and delivered a fatal blow to Mogren amidst the chaos.