Capítulo 1357: Chapter 289: The Beastn’s War of Attrition
Bloodlust Spell, is one of the totem magic of the Beast Race Shaman.
Once used, it can instill a frenzy bloodthirst status in a certain range of beastn, greatly enhancing their combat power, sowhat similar to Zhang Xiaoman’s Sword Formation Skill.
At this mont, those orc warriors, after being blessed with the Bloodlust Spell by the Old Shaman, charged madly towards the area where Rol was located.
Within the range covered by this Bloodlust Spell, there were about a thousand orcs, all of them launched reckless charges against the King’s Guard.
Facing such insane opponents, even the King’s Guard were flustered.
However, the Human Clan also had mages present.
Among the King’s Guard, there were many Light Elent mages, and they all took out their magic wands to cast spells.
“Holy Blessing!”
“Physical Recovery!”
“Will Enhancent!”
“Endurance Enhancent!”
The Light Elent mages applied a large number of buff skills to the surrounding allies, which boosted their morale, and they roared into battle with the frenzied orcs.
“Lightning Chain!”
The Old Shaman raised his hand, a thin bolt of lightning shot into the densest part of the Personal Guard.
“Ah!!”
A series of screams echoed.
The lightning instantly chained dozens of soldiers together, the powerful electric current directly penetrated their armor, charring their flesh inside.
However, the lightning did not have an enemy-recognition feature, and quite a few unlucky beastn also perished under his attack.
“Sizzle…”
Eventually, the lightning chain stopped when it touched an elder dressed in a black magic robe.
The furious electricity rely sparkled a bit on his robe, which was then dispelled by a blue wave-like shield.
“Alphansa!”
Rol showed a joyful expression upon seeing this person.
Alphansa, the Court Mage of the Adren Royal Family, possessed the power of the Eighth Rank, and was also Rol’s Adviser Minister.
Alphansa nodded at the young Emperor, then quickly started chanting.
Next, he raised his hand, a light blue glow burst from his palm, diving into the densest area of the orcs.
Instantly, bursts of icy power erupted, freezing the orcs’ legs, immobilizing them, leaving them vulnerable to the human soldiers’ attacks.
The Old Shaman got anxious upon seeing this.
He suddenly spread his arms wide, chanting sothing, while a small storm began to gather in front of him.
Familiar with Beastman Shamans, Rol imdiately understood what the opponent wanted to cast, shouting:
“Interrupt him! He wants to summon Storm Elentals!”
At this mont, dozens of Griffin Knights flew over the sky, throwing nearly a hundred Thunder Warhamrs condensed from fighting spirit at the Old Shaman.
“Boom boom boom boom boom!”
The violent energy instantly hit the Old Shaman.
His protective magic barely had any effect, engulfed directly by the concentrated attack.
The Old Shaman didn’t even make any struggle, eting his death on the spot.
A Seventh Tier Shaman Priest died on the battlefield like an ant.
In such a battle, unless the strength reaches the Ninth Rank, it really can’t create much of a ripple.
When the quantity reaches a certain level, it also causes qualitative change.
The death of the Old Shaman imdiately left the Beast Bone Banner unguarded.
Rol simply slashed it with a sword, removing the effects brought by the Bloodlust Spell.
The orcs gradually awoke from their frenzied state, the red blood glow in their eyes faded, and their actions began to slow down.
Rol’s King’s Guard regained the upper hand, wiping clean this area of enemies with absolute force.
The first wave of orc attack was about fifty thousand, the Alliance also did not deploy all its forces, totaling not more than a hundred thousand.
Facing the orc’s attrition tactic, they needed to preserve their strength.
Especially the mana resources of the Mage Group, once they’ve exhausted their mana, the mages are essentially useless.
Fortunately, the Alliance had strong aerial forces, the Griffin Knights dispatched nearly two hundred people to hover above, causing severe casualties to the orcs wherever they went.
The Alliance gradually gained the upper hand, and the battle reached thirty-two minutes when nearly a third of the orc’s living forces were eliminated.
“High Priest…are we really going to abandon them…they’re our compatriots…”
On the beastman army’s watchtower, a priest looked at the battlefield feeling uneasy, turning back to the Beast Race’s High Priest Greg, urgently asking.
Greg however, emotionless, watched the two clashing forces, only shook his head, and said solemnly:
“They are all warriors of the Beast Race, their sacrifices will be rembered by the King, and the entire Beast Race tribe…”
The Shaman’s heart sank upon hearing this, knowing the High Priest truly intended to abandon them.
“Roar!!”
At this mont, a roar sounded from the distant sky, the Beastman Shaman raised his head in surprise, his face changing.
“Chira! They’ve sent out a Chira! High Priest! Our forces lack aerial support! They absolutely cannot face it! Call them back! This isn’t a battle of glory, it’s a slaughter!”
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