[Level 3 – Orc Warband]
[The Warband is the full force of the Orc real battle strength led by their warchief]
[Orc Warchief – Battle power 130]
[Orc Champion – Battle power 80]
[Uruk – Battle power 60]
The Earth acolytes only had five minutes to recuperate, just barely enough to reach their prime condition again. When they finally stood up, the next wave was already advancing.
This was the third wave. According to the rules stated by the academy, if they want to stay in the elite class they would have to pass this level.
Hence, they would assume that this stage must have a certain threshold of difficulty compared to the first two levels.
Within seconds, the noises of marching giants grew louder and more numerous, the five immediately looked across the bridge to see the Uruk horde were in their battle formation once again. Unlike before, this time there were even more warriors, and on each side, there was the Orc Warchief, who gave orders to its gray-skinned minions to charge towards the center.
Chumo’s gaze was fixed at the stone gates, as not all of the opponents had exited. Right as the frontmost rows have reached halfway through the bridge, less than 100 meters before the designated clash point, Chumo then said.
“There are 500 of them on each side. The two warchief have tier 3 weapons and armor!”
This meant, there were almost twice the number of creatures than the previous level, bringing the total of opponents to 1000 orcs. One thing was clear to them, this clash would be much more troublesome and difficult than the previous level.
Unable to hide his expression, Julian stared at the quickly coming horde in worry. His mind raced speedily, trying to think of the best way to handle the situation. It was Thrax’s voice of all things that snapped him out of his reverie.
“Why do you look so worried, Roman?! If you want, you can take a little break! I will cover for you! Hahaha!”
Thrax said those words with a taunting expression, as he spun his long glaive in the air and jumped with all his might towards the enemy lines.
BBAAAAMMM!!!
Thrax landed on the bridge with a loud bang, creating a massive crater right beneath his feet. With a mighty swing of his long glaive, he was able to instantly kill a few of the foot soldiers while pushing away the other Uruks in the vicinity. He had activated his [Immortal Gate – Stage 4] before he charged in. With his 100 battle power, the Uruks were simply no match for him.
“AAAARRRRGGGGHHH!” Thrax let out a delighted scream, ready to give every drop of his strength so he could slaughter more of the gray creatures. However, right as he finished his shout, the Orc Warchief let out a louder, more guttural growl.
GRAAAWWLLL!
Energy accompanied the growl and scattered it towards his surroundings. The moment the warlord finished its own battle cry, Thrax realized the crowd of Uruk in front of him had suddenly turned frenzied. Their eyes were bloodshot red, as if possessed, while their muscles tightened and hardened considerably, their attacks becoming wild and unpredictable.
[War Cry]
A technique similar to Emery’s howl, with it the remaining Uruks’ overall battle power increased. Their strength and speed climbed to a higher level, suddenly turning into a crazed warriors.
[Uruk – Battle power 70]
[Orc Champion – Battle power 95]
The previously excited Thrax was startled when he saw four Uruk gathered in front of him. With their combined strength, the gray-skinned creature managed to hold off Thrax’s wild swings. Their strength was certainly not enough to save them from death, but it was enough to stop Thrax in his tracks.
Realizing the sudden change in the situation, Thrax quickly used his [Immortal Gate – Stage 5] in addition to the [Fire Aura] buff to once again send the other Uruks flying with a single swing.
However, although the foot soldiers were all frenzied, the presence of the Orc Warchief gave them just enough lucidity to quickly counter. This time, they sent even more orcs to hold off Thrax’s attack.
“Fuck!! Get the f*ck away from me!! Die!!’
Thrax shouted and started attacking wildly in an attempt to keep the creatures from surrounding him. Right as he started to feel overwhelmed, a figure came from behind him, bent down and used both hands to touch the ground, casting his tier 3 earth spell.
[Stone Spike]
Spirit force crawled on the ground, a dozen stone spikes quickly popped out from the floor, piercing a few of the Uruks who were caught off guard and making others fall off their feet.
Not finished, the Roman once again cast another spell, [Muddy ground], a tier 4 spell that was an upgraded form of his [Soften Earth]. Similar to its derivative spell, the spell was able to turn the ground 50 meters in front of the caster into a soft swamp, making hordes of enemies unable to stand stably, let alone move properly.
Julian grinned and shouted. “What are you waiting for, champ?! Kill them all!”
As Julian maintained the spell, the gladiator smirked and let out a loud, excited laugh. “Hahaha! Roman, you are damn good at playing dirty!”
Thrax jumped into the crowd, careful not to step on the swampy ground and swung his glaive to his hearts’ content, killing dozens of Uruk simultaneously until the next batch of enemies started their charge.
Meanwhile, on Emery’s side, the fight was similarly grueling. He had to start by combining his [Shadow Root] spell and his swordsmanship to help him fight. Not only that, he also had to start using his first stage transformation to keep up with the demand of fighting multiple crazed Orc Champions at the same time.
Now the enemies were stronger and in a state of berserk, the group’s progress on killing the enemies had slowed down a bit. Twenty minutes had passed, but they only managed to kill one third of the enemies. This increased difficulty was also enough to force Chumo into creating 6 copies of himself.
They continued fighting, but right as they managed to kill half of the enemies, they started to run out of stamina. A continuous fight against an empowered horde of monsters without breaks was clearly not easy on the group.
In fact, Julian and Thrax had started to feel the effects of their own exhaustion, as they managed to receive a hit during their fight.
[Protective barrier: 76/100]
It was at this moment that they started to get pushed back. Right as they did, Julian shouted. “Move back!”
Time to execute the plan they had prepared beforehand.