Chapter 703: Chaos In The Camp

Chapter 703: Chaos In The Camp

Abel did not dash forward immediately; instead, he waited, waiting for his troops to come.

The first team of orcs that made contact with the little war puppets was a team of 5000 highly skilled werecats. They were one of the top teams in the entire orc camp.

The werecats were one of the most powerful races in the orc empire. They were naturally gifted at fighting, and with their dedication in practicing combat qi, they were far more powerful than worgens in a one to one battle.

However, they could not reproduce as fast as worgens. Therefore, the werecats always relied on the lions for survival in the orc empire.

The werecats guarded the lions, so they could also enjoy high status and resources in the orc empire. Because of this, their domain was placed in the most important orc god utopia.

Those 5000 werecats were fully equipped with metal armor. Even their giant tiger mount was wrapped with metal shields on their most vulnerable areas. Every werecat would have the power of an official knight, so this team was extremely powerful.

On the other side was a team of 200 little war puppets. Their size difference was obvious.

However, all the werecats kept a serious look on their faces. The crossbows on the hands of this suddenly appeared team of puppets gave them even more pressure than a team of human knights.

The werecats knew about those little war puppets. The only thing stood between the orc empire, and the dwarfs were the earth dividing valley, so of course, those werecats were familiar with the dwarfs' defense weapons. Those little war puppets were one of them.

That was why the orcs would rather pick on the humans than the dwarfs. You could at least see the humans when you were fighting with them.

If the orcs picked a fight with the dwarfs, what awaited them would be countless machines. The earth dividing valley separating the orcs and the dwarfs were filled with traps set up by the dwarfs. Any orcs who dared to enter would be dead.

However, there was something strange about these little war puppets. The werecats were certain that there weren't any other species near them. Who could be controlling these things?

The energy of those little war puppets was also a problem. Normally they could not fight for a long time.

Meanwhile, the commander spirit was quite happy. All of those little war puppets were powered by perfect level gems-extremely valuable energy sources, even in ancient times.

The Commander spirit could finally unleash its full potential because Headmaster majesty somehow had enough perfect gems to power all 200 little war puppets.

The war puppets quickly approached the werecats. As they entered their shooting range, countless arrows were unleashed from their crossbows.

The werecats blocked with their shield and strengthened it with their combat qi. They knew they needed to approach those little war puppets in order to damage them. They had to destroy their cores with their weapons; if not, they could only wait until those little war puppets ran out of power.

The arrows were too strong for their shields, and the puppets did not miss. The werecats were stunned.

It was almost like every single one of those puppets was a godly archer. No matter how hard the werecats dodged or blocked, they could not avoid those arrows.

The little war puppets made their way forward. They completely disregarded this powerful team of werecats. They were not their target; it was the orc camp.

The werecats thought the puppets would stop to reload their bows, but they didn't. The second round of arrows immediately followed.

The werecats knew those bursting crossbows were the most powerful bow the dwarfs could make. Every one of them had the capability to store 500 arrows.

"Approach them!" The werecat commander yelled.

But before the werecats even had the chance to charge for 20 meters, the ones in the front line had already dropped dead. They were 300 meters apart. They wouldn't even be able to reach the puppets before their whole team was wiped out.

When the werecat commander realized what was happening when the 3rd round of arrows killed another 200 werecats, he yelled again, "Spread out. Don't bunch up!"

The werecats quickly spread out and continued to approach the puppets in a loose formation, but that did not make a difference. The 4th round of arrows killed another 200 werecats.

The team of werecats was getting a little chaotic. They wouldn't break down like this if they were fighting a team of human knights, but the puppets in front of them were not even alive. They were sacrificing themselves for puppets. It meant nothing even if they won, and their death would also be meaningless.

The 5th round of arrows was unleashed, and then the 6th round. The werecats had already lost one-fifth of their troops. Their commander began to feel hopeless. He understood he couldn't let his entire team of werecats sacrifice themselves like this.

They were tigers, not wolves. If the wolves had lost a big team, they could regain themselves in 10years. However, it would take tigers more than 100 years if they lost the same amount.

Especially when there was already 10 combat qi smoke on the battlefield, the werecat commander felt a sharp pain in his heart. A head werecat captain was a lot more powerful than a head wolf rider captain. However, in the face of these arrows, they were killed just as easily as normal werecats.

"Retreat!" The werecat Commander yelled.

This team of werecats was on the verge of breaking down, so they quickly turned as soon as they heard the words of their commander. However, they soon realized retreating was a big mistake. All this time, those war puppets were marching towards their camp.

The werecats no longer had a choice; they knew as long as they could enter the orc camp, there would be other orcs taking the damage for them.

The war puppets controlled by the Commander spirit were killing machines; anything that entered their shooting range could not escape.

The Commander spirit was as intelligent as the Miracle Spirit. The Miracle Spirit was specialized in management, while the Commander spirit was specialized in battle.

If the blood-red skeleton controlled by the Commander spirit didn't run out of energy, Abel and White CLoud might have still been fighting it.

A team of skilled Taurens was located behind those broken down werecats. They had no idea what was happening; all they knew was that a team of werecats bumped into them. They couldn't attack since they were in the same line. Just like that, their formation was disrupted.

Soon, the little war puppets arrived and began to unleash their arrows. The Taurens on the side were killed before they could even react. And the Tauren leader didn't know how to control his team either.

Werecats disrupted their entire formation, and then some of their men were killed. All they could do was retreat by instinct.

They were a full team of Tauren with an inferno bull under each of them. They were the most powerful charging force of the orcs.

As the final back up, this team of Tauren was placed in the very back of the orc camp. They were great fighters, but their retreat had created the opposite effect.

The Tauren felt stressed as they fell behind. They violently whipped their inferno bull to charge, but this only made their inferno bull break down and bellow in anger. The inferno bulls had gone insane.

The first insane inferno bull charged forward and bumped into a slower inferno bull with its horn, making that other inferno bull insane as well.

This insanely had spread like a virus. Finally, all the inferno bulls of all 10,000 taurens had gone insane. The taurens on their back could no longer control them.

How come the taurens were so good at charging? It was all because of how easily those inferno bulls could go insane. The moment they went insane, they would be fearless. Even in the face of a volcano, they would not stop their charge.