Chapter 121

▪️THEY ARE CRAZY!

Graystone is a brave Orc warrior.

As one of the few High-Iron ranked warriors in the Caverock Tribe, he is not only known as a powerful warrior, but also has his own independent team.

He's already turning fifty years old this year, with an extremely rich combat experience and countless enemies slain. The elves have been successfully hunted down by him that he already lost count of how many have fall victims to his blade.

And as for his overall evaluation of the elves, they are bunch of naive, innocent, pitiful, and pathetic creatures!

As far as he could remember, he had participated quite a lot of elven sieges and slave hunts. But this is the very first time that these peace loving fellows have initiated the attack first.

It's ridiculous!

Purely based on their numbers and combat abilities alone? Maybe a thousand years ago then it is possible, but the current elves are just toothless tigers with no fangs, no they're more like harmless...rabbits!

These rabbits actually want to attack us predators?

Ridiculous.

Graystone thinks these elves must be crazy. Even that whimsical black dragon was with them in this attack!

Perhaps... that black dragon had taken the elves as his new slaves? Is he forcing them to do this? Graystone even had such thoughts.

And the high priest's worried expression also puzzled him. What's the chief so afraid for? Hell Graystone even didn't want to leave anyone alive!

These are just pathetic elves doing something futile. Graystone even wanted to thank them for attacking their tribe since even if they catch a living male elf, they can exchange still it for a carload of food!

In fact, in order to prevent the Orcs in the tribe from panicking, Jushan has not revealed what transpired in the Elven Forest, so until now, ordinary Orcs still don't know what happened.

Not only that, but the High Priest didn't even tell the warriors that these elves may come back to life...again and again.

Because even the strongest warrior will feel a little fear when facing an undying enemy who can easily come back to life.

However, as a muscle-head race with limited brain capacity, most Orcs don't need to know these truth, they just need to obey orders. So, under the command of the high priest, Graystone also led his team to join the main attack force and launched a charge towards the elves on the hillside!

It's getting closer and closer.

To Graystone's surprise, the elves, who saw the horde surging towards them like a flood did not show any hint of fear at all.

On the contrary, he could see the excitement and enthusiasm on their faces even from afar.

That expression was reminiscent as the feeling he had when he finished a successful hunt and excitedly wrestled and gambled with other warriors in the tribe!

It was the excitement and anticipation of being immersed in entertainment.

How could this be possible?

Did he see it wrong?

Before he could think of anything else, numerous glittering magical spells rained down on them!

Argh, so many damn spells!

How did these elves produce so many offensive mages!?

Graystone's pupils contracted in shock.

Elves are naturally gifted magical beings.

Even an elven melee-focused warrior will still have a huge amount of magic reserves and can learn one or two spells even if magic isn't their forte.

However, as a peace-loving race, elves rarely learn those highly aggressive magic that's meant to kill.

But this spell barrage was definitely an all offense-type magic!

Not only that, but they were all the most destructive ones among the first-tier offensive spells!

When did these elves become so aggressive?

Graystone's expression changed, and he immediately raised his shield in front of him.

The shield had already been buffed by the high priest, which could weaken the magic damage to a certain extent.

The magical barrage landed in an instant, and there were immediately violent explosions and screams all around him in all directions.

In an instant, several Orc warriors were severely wounded and some even fell lifelessly to the ground.

However, their positions were quickly filled in by the Orcs behind them.

Graystone was lucky, only receiving a few minor scratches from a wind blade spell.

He licked the bloodstains on his arm as his eyes turned bloodshot as he ordered, "Spread out the formation!"

The formation was too concentrated and can be too easily targeted by magic casters.

With his command, the front-line orc vanguards immediately changed into a scattered formation and charged towards the elves!

At the same time, the frontline elven warriors also let out a roar of "Uraah!" and made the same charging gesture in exact intensity just like them.

Charging from the bottom of the hill put them at a disadvantage.

But charging from the top down was a different story.

With their mighty physiques, charging should have been the Orc's specialty.

But the terrain had greatly weakened their overall strength.

Even so, they didn't put the thin and weak elves off in their eyes as the two sides finally collided and immediately fell into a chaotic melee battle.

As soon as they clashed, Graystone noticed that these elves were completely different.

As a long-lived race with low-fertility, elves have always been cautious in their tactics and was overly conservative in battle.

But these elves attacked with wild abandon, foregoing any sort of safety with their rough and hack-and-slash style!

They fought with so much intensity and fervor that Greystone even suspected that they were actually a group of Orcs masquerading as elves!

How can these folks be so bloodthirsty!?

Although they have also put some defense, their primary actions are still more inclined to attack.

Moreover, they fought incredibly fiercely, as if they were injected with demon's blood, roaring while hacking wildly, throwing various skills recklessly, seemingly ignoring their rapidly declining mana and stamina.

Hell, they don't even seem to care, even if they are injured at all!

Even with druids healing them from behind, their injuries are still rapidly worsening.

To describe these elves as 'crazy' would be an understatement. Greystone looked at these elves and thought subconsciously.

These elves are obviously very weak and have no prior formal experience in combat.

They don't seem understand how to advance and retreat methodically as well, and only know how to attack like a group of reckless berserkers.

Are these still the same old elegant silver-race depicted in the legends?

This kind of playstyle may be fierce at first, but it will soon consume all their stamina and become mere cattles to be slaughtered.

In that moment, relying on his rich combat experience, Greystone had already passed judgment on these elves in his heart.

This kind of stupid and energy-wasting playstyle is a death sentence no matter how many people join in!

Actually, it's not that the players don't want to play dirty.

But being forced into a defensive role, what lies behind them is the teleportation array which is the main lifeblood of their assault, hence there is no way for them to retreat.

Facing the powerful horde, they can only fight desperately to gain an advantage.

And limited by the hilltop terrain, players also have no way to fully expand their formations.

However, if players cannot expand their formations, then the Orc Horde cannot do so either.

In fact, only the frontal part of each side are engaged in the battle, while more people are waiting in the middle and rear to make up for any losses.

Of course, it was also the player's senseless madness that temporarily halted the Horde's progress.

Greystone snorted and turned around, chopping down on an elf vanguard before shouting,

"Charge! They are fewer in numbers and won't last long!"

As soon as he gave the order, a surprising scene unfolded before him.

The elf warriors at the front suddenly made way and dozens of elves, wearing nothing but small shorts, rushed out from behind them.

They all had fierce and excited expressions while screaming madly as they charged towards the orcs as if they all lost their damn minds.

"What are these guys trying to do!? Are they trying to get themselves killed?"

Greystone was entirely confused as he watched these insane-looking elves ran wild without hesitation. He stabbed one of these mad elves who boldy charged at him, and the elf instantly fell to the ground.

However, not all Orcs had Greystone's strength to kill their opponents in one strike.

Many of the mad elves charged towards the weaker Orcs held onto them tightly, even though they were immediately wounded and covered in blood from the enemies angry strikes.

Nontheless, despite their injuries, they held on tightly without any signs of pain nor fear of death, but with a sense of triumph in their eyes.

"These elves... are they totally crazy?!"

Greystone couldn't believe his eyes as he stared at the elves who were naked and grinning madly while hugging the body of a comrade in a death grip.

He shuddered involuntarily.

Before he could process what he was seeing, something even more unbelievable happened.

The elves coughed up blood, but they continued to shout excitedly, "Fire at me!"

"Fire...at them?"

Greystone was perplexed at the weird order.

Then, he saw the glow of magic rising from behind the elves, forming into a controlling vine-like spell that ensnared the unarmed elves and Orcs in place together.

This was then followed by a volley of strong offensive spells, accompanied by arrows imbued with skillful enchantments that instantly engulfed both targets hereby killing them together on the spot.

All around him, similar situations occurred as more than a dozen elves and Orc warriors were torn apart by magic or pierced like hedgehogs together...

Greystone opened his mouth wide, looking at everything in shock.

"Madness...this is absolute madness!"

What kind of ridiculous tactic is this? Suicide? Wasting lives?

For the umpteenth time, are these elves completely batshit insane?!

To be honest, even if he looked down on the fighting abilities of the elves, deep down, Greystone still had some lingering respect for their kind, who were once called a silver race.

The life of an Elf compared to the life of an Orc...

Most people would value the former more than the latter since that's the general consensus of almost everyone living within Saigües. Heck, even he would feel that the life of an elf is far more precious than that of his own kind!

In the black market of slave trade, ten Orc slaves cannot even exchange for one single elf slave!

But... what is going on with these elves?

Do they really not care about their lives at all?

Aren't they the race whom cherish life the most and value peace above anything else?

What's with all this absurdity...

They would sacrifice more than one lives just to kill a single Orc?

What kind of hatred must they have to go this far?

How many of them will survive after this battle?

How many of them can keep sacrificing themselves like this?

Madness!

This is just pure senseless Madness!

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