Chapter 17: Life Hanging by a Thread! Request for Recommendation Votes
2015-07-20
Author: Floating Tower (诸生浮屠)
“It’s just some broken copper and iron!”
The enormous Warlord of Werewolves frowned at Eugene beside him and said in a deep voice, “I feel that the artifact our Lord needs is nearby! We absolutely cannot let them take it away!”
“Eugene!”
“Quickly order the attack.”
Eugene’s lips twitched slightly, his expression not looking good. The agility of the Abyss Werewolves is basically above 20 points; a cannon with such extraordinary agility cannot possibly hit them unless it’s pure luck. From loading the ammunition to firing, cannonry of this craftsmanship poses almost no threat to the Abyss Werewolves; otherwise, the main combat force of the Bottomless Abyss wouldn’t still rely on high-level demons. However, these cannons are not the same for other Half-Orc warriors. Once they charge forward, they will have to take at least one round of artillery fire, and the losses inflicted on the dense formation by cannon fire are significant.
But the current situation cannot be avoided!
If the components for the artifact **Time Flail** are not found, the Werewolf army may turn on them. If the pact breaks, the Abyss Werewolves will see the Half-Orcs as enemies, and a frenzied retaliatory attack is very likely to occur.
In such a case, it would be very hard to completely defeat the Half-Elves!
The demons of the Bottomless Abyss are all chaotic evil. Since ancient times, chaos either produces madmen or fools; Eugene cannot even gauge what terrifying things these madmen will do if he fails to meet their demands!
“There!”
The huge Warlord of Werewolves suddenly pointed ahead; his green eyes seemed to see through the darkness, locking directly onto a little girl in a small white priest robe under the night. He growled, “Right there! The components of the artifact needed by our Lord are in that damned little girl’s hands!”
Milan.
Holy Spirit Priest – Milan!
At this moment, the little girl has not yet realized the danger approaching, only feeling grateful that they have finally been rescued. The Lord’s reinforcements have successfully reached them. After boarding the warship, the safety of those women and children has increased significantly.
Eugene recognized at first sight that it was the little girl in the white priest robe. After all, the siege battle that day was so memorable, and it was this little girl who caused all his plans to fail miserably. The Half-Orc army suffered heavy losses under the breath of the three-headed giant dragon! A fierce killing intent surfaced on Eugene’s aged face, as old grudges and new hatreds converged, causing him to grip the Bone War Spear tightly behind his back. He is indeed regarded as a respected and beloved great chief in the eyes of the Half-Orcs, but what he truly cares about are only his own kin.
King of Werewolves – Yenogu.
This evil, bloody, chaotic, slaughter-crazed Demon Lord. No matter how evil, bloodthirsty, and mad he seems to others, within the Werewolf clan, his reputation is soaring high, and it can be said that the vast majority of Werewolves in the multiverse respect him, with quite a few of them even worshiping him madly.
The reason is simple.
Everything that King of Werewolves – Yenogu has done over the past thousands of years, whether it was waging battles as the lord of Abyss demons or painstakingly conquering the King of Ghouls, or executing other evil schemes.
The ultimate purpose has always been one!
That is, King of Werewolves – Yenogu has always hoped to see the Werewolf race grow stronger, dedicating his entire life to this goal.
From the perspective of Werewolves, Yenogu should be a great leader!
Eugene is somewhat similar.
That is why he possesses such high prestige among the Half-Orcs, but to other races, he is nothing but hate and hostility.
The two are actually the same kind of people; otherwise, they wouldn’t have come together!
………………
“Charge!”
Accompanied by the roar of fury, the Half-Orc army surged forward like a tide.
The elite pirates along the riverbank were already lined up and ready. Behind them is the Agate River; the pirate crew, familiar with the waters, could easily jump into the river and then find a way to board their ships. The warships docked on the Agate River are like fortresses. The Half-Orc army’s land combat capabilities are indeed strong, but if they dare to come to the surface of the water, the pirates have enough confidence to teach them a lesson.
The ground seemed to tremble.
Facing such a battlefield today, the elite pirates showed no signs of panic; the numerous battles had already trained them, and in the fiercely competitive pirate killing industry, unqualified candidates would simply be eliminated. The Half-Orc army surged like a tide, and their physical stamina is truly impressive, as they could directly launch an impulsive battle after a forced march. However, that is all it is, because once the enemy enters the cannon’s firing range, a storm of firepower will be unleashed!
“Fire!”
“Cannon fire!”
“FIRE!”
A series of dull cannon fire rang out; the Half-Orc warriors at the forefront fell in droves, as if they were being mowed down like wheat.
Solid ammunition may not have a large area of effect, but it is still terrifying against flesh and bl**d. Especially with some cannons firing chain shots that swept through in an instant, leaving a ground covered with severed limbs and broken arms. The pirates’ cannon fire struck like a bloody and cruel symphony, with rounds of frantic fire in rhythmic succession.
Three-stage firing.
Eugene had never seen it, but it was quite common for Soren.
The warships on the Agate River had already formed a crisscrossed network of fire. If it were just ordinary combat command, Soren would never be able to achieve that level.
Because commanding in actual combat is too difficult!
But there is one thing different today; Soren stands beside an incredibly powerful Mind Sorcerer.
Long before the Half-Orc army arrived, she had already arranged the Spiritual Energy Field, ready to relay Soren’s orders to every warship’s commander at any moment.
Her voice synchronized with Soren’s orders sounded in the minds of the ship commanders!
Compared to this epoch-making battle command ability, Soren’s previous method of using the pirate flag to relay orders is simply pathetic!!!
It’s not even on the same level, right?
No!
It’s simply incomparable!
If one were to describe the current situation with a metaphor, it would be combat capabilities of the Renaissance period, but equipped with a wartime command system from the space age!
Isn’t that feeling exhilarating?
Soren never imagined commanding a pirate battle could be so easy. In the past, relying on the pirate flag to issue commands slowly and waiting for the opposing commanders to act after seeing the flag was simply a cruel torment to intelligence! And now, with the direct mental communication established by the legendary Mind Sorcerer, the efficiency of battle command is completely incomparable!
The Half-Orc army was utterly bewildered.
At this moment, in their minds, the enemy’s cannon fire had not stopped from beginning to end; the warriors of the Toothfang Clan charging at the front fell in batches like mowing down wheat, and they hadn’t even reached the enemy’s front before suffering heavy losses under the cannon fire!
Fear was spreading.
The ground was littered with severed limbs and the pitiful cries of Half-Orc warriors; for those who venerate brute force, today Soren gave them a lesson, teaching them that muscles cannot solve all problems.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The incessant cannon fire drowned the Half-Orc army, and the night obscured their view of how many cannons the enemy had; they could only hear the booming sounds of the cannons which never ceased, burying the furious roars of the Half-Orc officers. After the first round of charges was directly gunned down by the cannons, the Half-Orc warriors at the forefront, unsurprisingly, scattered in defeat.
They were just a bunch of mortal flesh and bl**d!
Soren gazed at the battlefield before him and shook his head lightly. Dealing with these foolish Half-Orcs gave him a clear sense of intellectual superiority. If it weren’t for the incredible brute strength of this group, perhaps the plan could have proceeded more smoothly. But the current situation is sufficient; Soren has rescued the first batch of the most devout believers. After sending them to safety, he intends to transport a few more batches of believers.
Population.
What Modo City lacks most is population; transporting two to three thousand Half-Elves back is manageable.
Soren began stockpiling food supplies early, precisely to deal with today’s situation; he is not afraid of having too many people. Modo City is under rapid construction and planning; Soren would only worry about a shortage of labor and not about having too much labor force.
Swish, swish, swish!
In the night, some fast-moving figures suddenly appeared. The Half-Orc army at the forefront attracting the firepower was merely cannon fodder; the true main force was the Abyss Werewolves that had sneaked over under the cover of darkness.
An ancient figure flew at an astonishing speed!
Hundreds of lurking Abyss Werewolves pounced from all directions, but their target was not Soren, nor the elite pirates on the riverbank, but the girl standing at the center of the priest, Milan. Eugene directly charged toward the little girl in front, roaring as he gripped the Bone War Spear and threw it, aiming to nail her right to the ground!
Everything happened too fast.
The sudden assault of the Abyss Werewolves attracted everyone’s attention, and the next moment, the legendary War Shaman with 27 profession levels – Eugene charged in.
He wanted to behead the Holy Spirit Priest – Milan!
A poor little girl who lost her father and all her family in the war, living alone in this world, not yet fifteen years old.
Just because she has something he must take!
The shadow of d*ath loomed.
Facing the full-force blow from the Ascendant – Eugene, Milan’s chances of survival were nearly zero!
On the entire battlefield.
Almost no one could withstand the thunderous strike of this legendary War Shaman, and at this moment, under the shadow of d*ath, the only person who could save her was one!
— Soren!
His figure vanished from the spot in the instant the Bone War Spear was launched.
………………(To be continued ~^~)
