Faced with Ogtanlong's appearance of having no important information and risking his life, everyone in the Binding Breakers Association didn't have any good ideas for a while.
McCarvey and Regina discussed it and decided to use the elven thorn magic to imprison him first and wait until the battle is over before interrogating him.
Beside, Sirna, who had never spoken until now, suddenly spoke.
"I can check his memory..."
The voice of this undead princess seemed extremely cold, like thousands of years of ice. Just listening to it made people tremble in their hearts.
McCarvey glanced at her in surprise, and then asked:
"Sirna, are you talking about the undead magic?"
Sirna shook her head and said:
"The magic of necromancy has been lost. It is a kind of soul magic. He should die after using it."
The strange spell came out of her mouth, her tone was so calm.
McAlevey was stunned for a moment, then didn't say anything more, just nodded to express that it was okay.
The conversation of several people did not avoid Ogtanlong. The orc warlord suddenly struggled hard, and his body was cut with horrific wounds by the barbs of thorns, but he didn't care at all.
"You bastards! Kill me if you dare! Don't even think of getting any news from me! The gods will not let you go!"
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He suddenly stared at Sirna and said viciously:
"You, I know you! Those who deserve to be damned! Those undead souls who have been forgotten, despised, and isolated from the world! You are Sirna! The princess of the Full Moon Principality, you should have disappeared long ago! But you still haven't. I have been surviving until now!"
"Haha, stupid undead, you don't huddle in your abyss, but you dare to come out and go against the gods! Your actions will eventually bring disaster to you! Just wait! The power of the gods will destroy everything! When the time comes, Even the abyss can’t tolerate you! Hahaha!”
His emotions became more and more agitated, and his voice became louder and louder. By the end, he was already using a roaring tone.
Sirna remained silent throughout the whole process. She just looked at him with a pair of ice-blue eyes, but slowly raised her hands, which emitted a burst of psychedelic green light.
This is Soul Touch, a spell that can read the memory of living things, but after use, it will have a great negative impact on the person being cast. Depending on the degree of reading, it may also cause them to die directly.
Such magic is very evil on the continent of Erin. Whether it is the Magic Guild or the Holy See of Light, whether it is dwarves or elves, its use is expressly prohibited.
But the situation is different now. It is related to the truth of the entire God's Advent Festival and the outcome of the entire war. When Sirna exerts her soul touch, the winners present will not say anything.
However, just when her fingers were about to touch Ogtanlong, she saw something strange suddenly happened on the latter's forehead. The prismatic mark suddenly emitted a dazzling light, and it was as if she could vaguely hear the flesh being burned. Mark of.
"Ahhhhh!!!"
Ogtanlong suddenly screamed in pain, his eyes wide open, as if he was experiencing the most cruel punishment in the world.
At the same time, a large amount of orange light appeared in his eyes and mouth, as if his life force was being extracted. Those lights emitted from his body, and then turned into threads and flew into the sky.
"What's going on here……?"
McCarvey looked at Hilna, but the latter shook her head slightly, indicating that it was not her fault.
"Plop."
Tens of seconds later, a muffled sound was heard, and Ogtanlong's body fell to the ground weakly.
Regina wanted to step forward to check, but McAvey stopped her with his hand.
"Be careful."
Everyone looked at each other and then took precautions to protect themselves from any changes that might occur to Ogtanlong's body. They were also on guard against the sudden attack like that just now.
"He is dead. It seems that his life force has been sucked dry by some force..."
After a while, McAvey drew the final conclusion from Ogtamlon's body.
His face looked very solemn. Ogtanlong's sudden death not only prevented everyone from asking him any secrets, but also gave them a warning.
That is, on this battlefield, there is a pair of eyes watching them, and their every move is being observed. Otherwise, when will the orc warlord die, it will happen when Sirna is about to use the soul touch. He was killed when he was young. How could there be such a coincidence in the world?
"The attack just now should be related to that cause... These orcs seem to have signed some kind of contract with the gods. It is very likely that the power of the contract prevented them from revealing the secret..."
McAvoy expressed his suspicions.
Dwarf King Yohad slapped his thigh and said angrily:
"Damn orcs! Letting him die like this really gives him an advantage! And that god of light, I didn't expect that he would use such despicable and dirty methods! This must be evil magic! Damn that guy! Thanks to those people The pastor still believes in him so much!!”
He paused suddenly when he said this, then reacted belatedly, looked at Hilna with some embarrassment, and said apologetically:
"Sirna... uh... I'm not talking about what you mean... Although you can also do evil magic, you are different from him..."
The undead princess just looked at him and then turned her head away, as if she hadn't heard anything just now.
"Ahem...Okay, since this orc is dead, let's split up and repel the orc army before talking about other things."
McCarvey came to the rescue at this time and said:
"By the way, Yohad, you have consumed a lot of energy, so you should go back to the city to rest and recover as much combat power as possible."
He was well aware of the character of his old friend, so after speaking, he whispered a few words to Regina, asking the other party to send Yohad back first.
The war situation has developed to this point, and the alliance has been slightly pulled back.
The emergence of the giant dragons greatly eased the pressure on the alliance army. In addition, all the holy orders on the orc battlefield fell one after another, and the alliance's defense line began to stop collapsing.
Of course, most of the credit here goes to those giant dragons.
With their continuous bombing in the sky, it would be difficult for the Orc army to form an effective and dense charging formation for a while, which allowed the alliance warriors to reorganize their defense lines.
"Although that guy Alculus is a little arrogant, the dragon clan is still very strong. With their help, the orcs' offensive should be able to be resisted."
McAvey looked at the direction of the sky in the distance, with some relief on his face.
"Tch...he's just a pushy guy. He deliberately waited until now to come here just because he wanted to wait for us to consume the strength of those beasts so that he could beat up the drowned dog..."
Yohad glanced at his mouth, looking very dissatisfied with Alculus' behavior as a dragon.
After he finished speaking, he seemed to have noticed something. He looked at Sirna beside him, scratched his head and explained:
"Um...Hirna...you know, I'm not talking about you..."
McCarvey couldn't stand it any longer and asked Regina to quickly send him back to Kuhan City. Only then was he finally at peace.
Immediately afterwards, the few remaining saints present began to clear out the Orc army. With their participation, the pressure on the alliance army was greatly reduced, and the Orc battle line was even faintly pushed back. trend.
Unfortunately, such good times did not last long, lasting less than ten minutes. With the continuous output of the spiritual attack in the sky, the Alliance soldiers began to become weaker and weaker.
McCarvey and others had naturally noticed the anomaly in the sky, but they had no good way to deal with such an attack.
I can still carry it through with my strong strength, but those ordinary soldiers can't. Even some low- and middle-level professionals are beginning to be shaky.
After all, what counts on the battlefield is the number of troops. Now that a large number of soldiers have gradually lost their combat effectiveness, one can imagine what the consequences will be.
The alliance's defense line was once again broken through by the orcs. This time without the participation of the Holy Order, just relying on those spiritual attacks in the sky, the alliance's hope of victory was completely cut off.
"Your Majesty! Our soldiers can't hold it anymore! Order a retreat quickly! Retreat to Kuhan City. We can use the city wall there to carry out another wave of defense! There is only a dead end here!"
Among a group of elite human cavalry, a royal guard was admonishing his king with an anxious face.
Romell gritted his teeth and glanced at the surrounding guards who followed him and fought all the way.
The original battle group of 500 people now has less than 100 people left. Everyone's body is soaked in blood, their armor and stomach are broken, and some people even keep fighting hard with their seriously injured bodies.
On the other hand, the orcs, although they also paid a heavy price, each of these orcs seemed to be unafraid of death and continued to fight.
Relying on their absolute numerical superiority, they traded injuries for injuries and lives for lives, and successfully brought down the alliance's army.
The orc army of three million, even if one-fifth of it is gone now, there are still more than two million, which can still steadily crush the alliance's army.
From here you can see how terrifying such a large orc army is.
Even though there are several saints on the Alliance side, they are still unable to defeat the endless orc army. Even without the spiritual attack in the sun, they may not be able to achieve the final victory.
This was a desperate battle. Facing the orc army that could not be killed no matter how hard it was, every Alliance soldier gradually felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart.
"His Majesty!"
Seeing that Romell was still hesitating, the bodyguard couldn't help but screamed again anxiously.
As if being brought back from his thoughts by the call of this life, Romell finally closed his eyes and nodded with pain on his face.
"Okay...order the withdrawal! Let's return to Kuhan City to defend!!"
After hearing his order, the guard finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Immediately, the retreat horn began to sound among the Alliance troops.
Seeing this scene, McCarvey looked at the alliance's slowly retreating army, then at the incoming orc army, and secretly gritted his teeth.
"You go back with the soldiers first, and I'll stop those orcs!"
He signaled several other saints to leave first, and he climbed onto the ruins of the Wall of Sighs.
"Are we finally going to use the forbidden spell..."
Akatus glanced at the figure on the ruins with complicated eyes. At this time, he no longer cared about the tone of the order he had just given to him, but escorted the alliance soldiers towards Kuhan City.
Forbidden spell is a spell that can only be cast if the strength reaches the ninth level.
It is very difficult to use, and even a ninth-level junior Holy Magister may not be able to release it. Only those with the strength of McCarvey can guarantee one-time success.
Correspondingly, the power of the forbidden spell is also very terrifying. After being used, its power can be described as destroying the world.
Of course, this comes from the records of the Magic Guild, and is also the evaluation of it by the mercenaries on the mainland. As for people who have actually seen it, I am afraid that there are really not many people who have seen it.
McCarvey stood alone on the ruins. He did not immediately chant the forbidden spell, but placed layers of protective barriers around him.
About five minutes had passed. The alliance's troops had retreated far away, and now he was the only one left standing near the Wall of Sighs.
Ten giant dragons in the distant sky are still bombarding the rear of the orcs. They are indeed the race with the largest magic power reserves in the world. They have continued to fight with high intensity until now, and they still show no signs of fatigue. .
Although Erculus only brought ten giant dragons, the combat power of these dragons was comparable to tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of alliance troops.
"Huh~"
With a gentle breath, McCarvey's formations had all been arranged.
He glanced at the direction where the Alliance army was retreating behind him, closed his eyes and was silent for a moment, then slowly opened his mouth and began to chant the forbidden curse.
"The eternal ice prison, the frost elves from the void plane, the frost, loneliness, sighs, shadows...the supreme will of ice, the queen who controls the ice realm, I take the name of Holy Magister McAvey Lecent In the name of Ra, I pray to you..."
"Lord, wither, death, salvation, revival... I already know the order you have established, and I have insight into the destiny you have bestowed... I pray to you to send down your favor and turn this world into your kingdom of ice... …”
"Gift, holy lake, storm, frost..."
McCarvey stood alone on the ruins. He did not immediately chant the forbidden spell, but placed layers of protective barriers around him.
About five minutes had passed. The alliance's army had retreated far away, and now he was the only one left standing near the Wall of Sighs.
Ten giant dragons in the distant sky are still bombarding the rear of the Orcs. They are indeed the race with the largest magic power reserves in the world. They have continued to fight with high intensity until now, and they still show no signs of fatigue. .
Although Erculus only brought ten giant dragons, the combat power of these giant dragons was comparable to tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of alliance troops.
