Since humans became the main race in the Eastern Kingdoms, Human Common Language has become a compulsory language in all major kingdoms.
Strangely enough, without a systematic translation, the barrage would not be able to understand the high elves' Thalassian language at all.
But they are very familiar with Common Language, and from time to time they can come up with a few curse words that Sarlayan has never heard of.
Before the war began, Sharlayan was unsure whether the orcs could understand Human Common.
Judging from their angry expressions with blood pressure rising now, they must have understood, at least the curse word.
"Lok'tar ogar!"
The three orcs who were in good condition rushed towards Sarlayan with a war cry.
Although he wanted to attack these orcs head-on, in order not to arouse their suspicion, Sarlayan temporarily took a defensive position, mainly dodging and blocking.
Using his one-handed sword to parry the incoming battle ax, and taking advantage of the force to slide it away, Sarlayan took the time to use his eagle eye technique to glance at the data of these orcs.
The eight orcs are all warriors, and most of them are between 15 and 20 levels. Only the leader is level 21.
Judging from the surface data, there is no decisive gap between Sarlayan, who has just been promoted to level 24 after killing the red dragon, and these orcs.
But... racial differences do exist, and using the initially awakened dragon physique to deal with mortal races is somewhat bullying.
In barrage terms, this is called panel fraud.
"clang!"
Dodging the second ax sideways, Sarlayan calmly adjusted his posture, used his shield to catch the third orc's attack and at the same time used force in the opposite direction. With stronger power, he bounced the opponent's right hand holding the ax away, and used the long sword with one hand. Follow the trend.
The orcs, who relied on their numerical advantage, never expected that Sharlayan would find an opportunity to counterattack in this situation.
"Bah!"
Caught off guard, the armor on the chest of the orc with the middle door wide open was scratched with a deep mark by the long sword.
In shock, the three orcs temporarily stopped their attack and cautiously waited for their other companions to catch up.
Delaying time is exactly what Sarlayan wants. Even if he has an absolute advantage in one-on-one combat, facing multiple enemies at the same time is still risky.
"Hey~"
A special whistle reached Sarlayan's ears from a short distance away. He immediately stopped his offensive posture knowingly, lowered his center of gravity and set up his shield, and once again assumed a defensive posture.
The two chain traps were linked to Sarlayan's surprise attack. The orcs, whose throats were choked by the paralyzing poison, could not pull out the two companions trapped in the swamp. They could only watch them wailing in despair, slowly Sinking into the bottomless quagmire.
One on three, Sarlayan can easily suppress the enemy and even find opportunities to counterattack.
But when the number of enemies increased to six, Sarlayan gave up the attack completely and devoted all his attention to defensive delay.
In order to ensure that the angle of being surrounded by the enemy did not exceed 180°, Sarlayan kept moving his feet during the battle to avoid fatal twists on his back.
The orc team leader gradually discovered a problem during the battle. Due to position restrictions, no more than 4 people could attack Sarlayan at the same time. The extra 2 people could only look around for positions.
Just when he was about to order the remaining two people to save the dragon first, Valeera, who had been hiding aside to observe the opportunity, took action.
Thieves, a combat class that deals with explosives, either don't take action or kill with one blow.
If Valeera dared to emerge from the shadows with two people in front of her, it meant that one of the enemies was dead.
Due to problems with forging technology and raw materials, orcs' armor has a small protective area and can usually only protect the vitals of the chest and head.
Valeela's choice of stabbing site was the neck.
Two daggers stabbed into the orc's neck, one on the left and the other on the right, cutting off his trachea and major arteries in his neck, effectively declaring him dead.
Taking the lead to kill a target, Valeela didn't want to fight, and she took a wrong step to avoid the backhand battle ax of another orc who was full of shock and anger.
The threat of thieves who are out of stealth will be greatly reduced, but strictly speaking, Valeera, who has been hanging out with the war mad Sarlayan for a long time, cannot be regarded as a purebred thief.
Her main combat job, a thief, is level 21, and her secondary job, a warrior, is level 10. This situation is very rare among thieves.
Using a thin dagger in close combat is asking for death.
While jumping back, Valeela quickly put the dagger back into the sheath on her waist and pulled out the two one-handed long swords hanging crosswise on her back.
Valeera's sword of choice is different from Sharlayan's.
When Sarlayan uses a one-handed sword, he will usually use a shield to focus on defense.
Therefore, when choosing a one-handed sword, he mainly emphasized balance, moderate weight, and both offensive and defensive capabilities.
As for the long sword in Valeela's hand, you can tell at a glance that it is for attacking. Its blade is very thin and cannot withstand strong blows, but its sharpness is far beyond that of ordinary long swords.
Judging from the green light vaguely reflected on the swords, these two swords were also coated with poison. Just a small wound on the enemy may change the entire battle situation.
…
While Sarlayan and Valeela were restraining the orc team's actions, Vereesa was seizing the time to debug the trap launcher, while Ronin was mumbling the words to prepare a powerful spell.
As the mantra was recited, the temperature around Luo Ning began to gradually rise, and the fire elements visible to the naked eye were converging towards him.
After adjusting the angle of the transmitter, Vereesa glanced at Luo Ning, who was still reciting a spell. At this time, a large fire appeared beside him.
Vereesa, who had worked with mages in Quel'Thalas, recognized the spell Rhonin was preparing.
'Although it's a pity that it's not a big ice spell, it's enough to deal with these orcs. '
"call out!"
The bright signal arrow was shot flatly by Vereesa.
Finally receiving the signal, Sarlayan and Valeela retreated simultaneously with a tacit understanding.
"Bang~"
A smoke bomb that blocked the sight exploded in a small area, and the orcs cursed and waved their weapons in an attempt to disperse the smoke.
Vereesa didn't give the orcs another chance to show off, and fired three magic traps that had not yet been triggered through the trap launcher.
As the three traps landed one after another, large swaths of frost began to spread under the feet of the orcs who had not yet broken out of the fog.
The special environment of the wetland allows ice spells to exert a stronger effect here.
The ankles of all the orcs were frozen by the spreading frost trap. At the same time, Luo Ning finally finished reciting the spell and raised his staff high.
"Firestorm!"
The sudden rise in temperature in the center of the battlefield melted the ice that had frozen the orcs.
But these orcs were not thankful for this. The continuously rising temperature allowed them to experience the two realms of ice and fire before they died.
"boom!"
…
As the team of gryphon knights led by Falstad stopped three red dragon knights, Daelin Proudmoore effortlessly annihilated the orc navy's motley crew.
In order to avoid attracting unnecessary attention, Vereesa specifically asked Ronin to reduce the scope of the spell.
Dai Lin, who was looking at the coastline in a daze, happened to see this small string of fire.
Dai Lin is a majestic middle-aged man, wearing a dark blue navy uniform and a sailor's three-cornered hat on his head, with a very heroic appearance.
But at this time, Dai Lin had heavy dark circles and bloodshot eyes. It seemed that he had not been able to rest well in recent times.
Noticing the fire rising in the middle of the wetland, a thoughtful look flashed in Dai Lin's eyes.
"Cyrus."
A strong Kul Tiran officer trotted over.
"Your Majesty, please give the order."
Dailin raised the scimitar in his right hand and pointed in the direction of the coastline: "There is something abnormal happening in the interior of the wetland. You should take a small team of landing troops to have a look. Someone should have conflicted with those damn orcs."
Looking up at Falstad and others who were still fighting with two red dragon knights in the air, Dailin narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Having Dragon Reaver Falstad escort him personally...it's not a big deal."
"I would venture to speculate that someone is carrying out a covert operation that may affect the overall war."
"But they seem to be in a little trouble, and maybe we can help them."
After Cyrus' team set off in a small boat, Dailin looked back at the orc sailors floating on the sea asking for help. His eyes became very gloomy, and he could still vaguely see some sadness and regret.
A soldier asked tentatively: "Your Majesty, do you want to save them?"
"Save? Orcs?"
Dai Lin sneered and objected: "Of course not!"
"Only dead orcs are good orcs...give me my order! Avenge the first fleet, take no prisoners, and kill all the orcs who fell into the water!"
