Jeming made a gesture, and Amy and Victor quickly concealed themselves in the bushes on both sides, poised to strike.
Their task was to clear out any potential escapees, while the main assault fell to Jeming.
Jeming took a deep breath, crouching slightly like a leopard ready to pounce.
"Go!"
The ten talisman witchcraft artifacts on his wrist were instantly activated, blooming like flowers.
In the next second, a torrent of energy bullets spewed forth!
Continuous energy balls swept across the air like the Grim Reaper's scythe, leaving blurred afterimages.
The orc elites noticed at the sa ti, their combat instincts catching the danger just before the energy bullets struck.
One warrior lifted his head in surprise, opening his mouth to raise the alarm, but before he could make a sound, an energy bullet pierced through his throat with precision.
Puh! Puh! Puh!
The energy bullets struck critical joints, throats, and chests with pinpoint accuracy.
They penetrated the leather armor worn by the orcs and their proud, resilient bodies as easily as piercing paper.
In almost a blink of an eye, the battle was over.
Amy and Victor were left dumbfounded; they had braced for a tough fight, yet they didn't even get the chance to act before it was finished.
At least he didn't completely lose the opportunity to intervene.
As Jeming's attack concluded, two severely battered orc elites suddenly sprang up, attempting to flee deeper into the forest.
Even though their bodies were riddled like a sieve, they still exhibited frightening agility.
Such terrifying vitality made even Jeming click his tongue in amazent.
Yet, Amy and Victor weren't slow to respond either.
Just as the orcs turned to flee, Amy raised her hand, several fireballs targeting the orcs with pinpoint precision.
To minimize noise, the fireballs did not explode outright but turned into wisps of fla that penetrated their bodies, rapidly incinerating their internal organs.
Victor was more direct, slicing through the orc necks with sharp wind blades like invisible razors, sending a massive head flying into the air.
Amy and Victor quickly took out the escapees, ensuring no one survived.
When the aftershocks of the energy bullets subsided, the scene before the shrine had completely changed.
Except for the dying shaman Jeming deliberately spared, all the orc elites lay dead, lifeless, their bodies riddled with small yet lethal bullet holes.
The green light crystal stone on the shrine dimd as well, seemingly shaken from its source of faith.
Jeming walked past the barely alive shaman without a glance.
Terror and confusion filled the shaman's eyes; he couldn't understand why he and his elite warriors were slaughtered by these sudden "demons" without even a chance to resist.
Jeming paid him no heed, quickly inscribing special runes on the shrine.
The runes burrowed into the shrine like bloodsucking tentacles, greedily draining its energy core.
Soon, the final glow of the crystal stone atop the shrine extinguished, leaving it a re rock.
Boom...
As its supporting energy dissipated, the shrine let out a mournful groan before starting to collapse.
"We did it!" Victor whispered excitedly.
Amy's eyes were full of joy, but she didn't waste ti, quickly moving to the dying Saman's side and pulling out a witchcraft artifact.
...
...
In the forest depths, the three of them raced through the dense woods like shadows.
Their steps were light and agile, leaving fleeting afterimages on the dappled forest floor.
Unlike their previous frantic escape, they now exuded purposefulness.
"Your pronunciation is wrong; it should be 'Grommash,' with a heavier guttural sound."
Jeming's voice echoed through the forest, but he wasn't speaking any wizard civilization language; instead, it was the coarse, powerful orc tongue.
"Grommash... Damn, it's too hard!" Amy grumbled, trying to mimic while running, but her tongue just wouldn't cooperate, making her exasperated, "The common language is definitely easier."
"Just keep practicing," Victor replied in the common language, his pronunciation much more precise than Amy's, showing the effort he put in, "According to the shaman's mory, if we want to operate in this area, mastering the human common language and orc language is necessary."
They practiced the language of this world through conversation.
This knowledge was all gleaned from the captured orc shaman.
After Amy precisely extracted the needed information using a witchcraft artifact, she ended the shaman's pain without hesitation.
These past few days, the three of them seized every free mont to mimic and practice this language using the mories.
The aim was both to adapt and to better disguise themselves and obtain intelligence in future adventures.
"So, that's what the oracle said in the shaman's mory?" Amy's voice was sowhat labored, her exotic-accented common language echoing in the forest, "'Demons from beyond invade, hunt them, expel the filth...' That doesn't sound friendly at all."
"Indeed, Amy, your pronunciation has improved," Victor replied with appreciation; his common language also carried a strange accent, "It's no surprise they're unfriendly. We didn't co here for friendship."
"In the shaman's mory, this forest is co-managed by orcs and elves. Orcs control the east and south, while elves are in the west and north. Both sides have Second Level Creatures as overseers; leaving this area imdiately was definitely the right move." Jeming took over the conversation, his common language far smoother with hardly any awkwardness, "Their troop distribution is also clear, allowing us to estimate patrol routes and key defensive areas."
Amy adjusted her tone, gritting her teeth: "The shaman's mory indicates the main wizard force's landing point is south of this area, so this ans..."
"We need to head northeast." A glint flashed in Jeming's eyes, "The commotion we caused at the shrine is enough to trigger a widespread orc pursuit. If we keep heading south, we might attract an unbeatable enemy, so we must mislead them!"
Victor imdiately understood: "They'll easily deduce our identity, and the southern side has probably been heavily fortified... No wonder you want us running, to create tracks, right?"
Amy pondered, "So... Should we head toward the northeast now, where there are fewer orc patrols and it's relatively weaker?"
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