The situation of the four to five thousand elite orcs is very critical. They are attacked by the Alliance's human warriors nearby and are restrained by the magic of the Alliance's mage army in the distance.
Under various impacts, they were unable to form an effective defense at all and could only retreat continuously.
Seeing that the cold fog is getting closer and closer! In the distance, Qimeng and others are extremely anxious. Mamu has already run to arrange manpower and summon a tribal reinforcement of seven to eight thousand people.
Most of these soldiers were injured, but they still had the strength to fight.
Mumu couldn't care less. If he didn't go out to rescue, the fifteen thousand elite orcs would definitely be wiped out.
However, even though the battle situation was so dangerous, Ye Fan still didn't express anything.
"Master Divine Envoy, Duke and the others are in danger, why are you still indifferent!"
Qimeng was a little angry.
From the beginning of the war, Ye Fan showed an indifferent look, showing no trace of nervousness or worry.
It was as if this raid to seize the city had nothing to do with him.
However, he was the one who started this battle to seize the city.
If we follow the strategic plan of Qi Meng and others and take one step at a time, Silvana will be captured sooner or later.
However, as soon as Ye Fan opened his mouth, he would attack Silvana directly.
Not to mention those from the Alliance, even tribes like them feel unreliable.
Qimeng and others trusted Ye Fan very much and handed over the command to him and obeyed his orders.
But I never expected that he would act like this and not care about the lives of the tribal warriors at all.
You know, those fifteen thousand people are the elite of the entire orc tribe.
It took Qimeng ten years of running the orc tribe to train such a powerful warrior army.
If they were all lost here, it would not only be a loss for the orc tribe, but it would also have a huge impact on the entire tribe.
Although Mam, Doug and others are not orcs, the war is now completely ignited, and the tribe is both prosperous and devastated.
Intrigue and intrigue will only waste a good situation.
Therefore, they were very puzzled by Ye Fan's decision and felt quite resentful in their hearts.
"Be patient and don't be impatient."
Ye Fan faced Qimeng's questioning and smiled calmly, "Victory belongs to us."
"Master God Envoy, how long has it been and you still say such things?"
Qimeng's eyes were round and filled with anxious bloodshot eyes.
"There are only four to five thousand Duke men left. It's doubtful whether they can withdraw safely. How can we still win?"
Qimeng shouted angrily: "God's envoy, if you are not good at combat command, then go aside and rest.
Next, I will direct the battle!"
Qimeng knew that once the alliance army wiped out the tribe's vanguard elite, it would surely win a great victory and launch a strong counterattack against them.
And now there are less than 10,000 people in the tribal camp who can fight. How can they be the opponent of Silvana's army?
Not to mention how many elite members of the alliance are left, the mage group alone is enough for them to drink a pot! "Haha!"
Qimeng no longer uses honorifics to Ye Fan, but Ye Fan still looks indifferent.
"Qimeng, don't be so anxious."
Ye Fan looked at the battle situation and said with a smile: "I said Silvana would be defeated today, and it will definitely be defeated!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the ground suddenly trembled.
Immediately afterwards, a high-pitched roar came from behind the mage army.
"Rumble..." Everyone looked around and saw a huge crack appearing thirty meters behind the alliance's mage army.
Countless tribal warriors jumped out from the cracks, holding weapons and roaring towards the mage army.
This army of tribal warriors numbered ten thousand, and the leader was Duke of the Black Hand clan! He didn't have any injuries on his body, but he was full of energy, high spirits, and full of fighting spirit.
The same was true for the tribal warriors behind him. They all rushed into the mage legion waving their weapons as if they had been beaten to death.
The sudden change left Mai Ruowen with no time to react.
"Quick... hurry up, join... with the Earl's warrior legion!"
His face was extremely panicked, and he wanted to give orders, but Duke took the lead and came straight to him.
"Take my axe!"
Duke roared loudly, jumped up, grasped the giant ax with both hands, and smashed it towards McRuven.
Mai Ruowen was horrified and quickly activated his magic to summon a thick earth wall in front of him.
"Crash..." The giant ax struck the earth wall, and the earth wall instantly fell into pieces, but Mai Ruowen's figure was nowhere to be seen behind.
"damn it!"
Duke looked around, spat angrily, turned around and continued to kill other mages.
At this time, Mai Ruowen had already run away.
As a mage, he knows that saving life is the first priority.
It would be a fool to compete with the opponent's powerful warriors! The number of orc warriors who rushed out of the cracks numbered in the tens of thousands, and in terms of numbers, they were almost the same as the more than 10,000 mage legions.
However, close combat is a one-sided massacre.
The officers on the city wall could only watch the mages being killed, unable to provide effective support at all.
Because, the more than 10,000 orc warriors did not all go to kill the mages, but instead left 5,000 people behind to form a defensive formation behind the battle.
With the combat power of those reserve legions and city guard troops, they can only deliver food when they go out.
Earl Burton, who was at the edge of the cold fog, had already noticed that the situation in the battle had been reversed.
He wanted to return reinforcements, but who knew that the four to five thousand orc warriors actually launched a counterattack, and forcefully held back his ten thousand people.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Deafening shouts of killing came from all directions, and blood formed dense mist, plunging the alliance's warrior legions and mage legions into despair.
"Go back with me, everyone!"
Earl Burton made a prompt decision and led his elite regiment to retreat.
As for the reserve warrior groups and city defenders, they had long since dispersed like birds and beasts and were wiped out one by one by warriors from other tribes.
Faced with this situation, only by uniting can we gain a chance of survival.
Escape without authorization is certain to result in death! Earl Bolton's physical strength is no weaker than that of the orcs. Coupled with his powerful martial arts and ferocious style, he soon leads a group of elite warriors to fight a bloody path.
After running for a hundred meters, they were met by Mai Ruowen and the core mages of hundreds of mages.
"My Lord Count!"
Mai Ruowen was covered in blood, and there was a deep blood mark on his waist and abdomen.
Most of the other core mages were also injured, and the situation was very bad.
"Lord Earl, it's... it's my fault!"
With tears in his eyes, Mai Ruowen shouted loudly: "Go away quickly, I will do my best to help you get out!"
"Kill out?"
Earl Bolton looked at the tragic battle situation with a bitterness in the corner of his mouth.
He shook his head and said in a deep voice: "Mai Ruowen, form a formation where you are!"
"Formation?"
Mai Ruowen was shocked.
If we form a formation on the spot, it will only be a matter of time before we are destroyed.
"If you want to get out alive now, there is only one last way!"
Count Burton's eyes were shining with luster, and a solemn will to die appeared on his face.