Twenty Sided Dice

Compared with the previous shipyard, this time it is more familiar. The mage's summons pounced on the tool room, the drydock's supports, and the wood-stacked warehouse. Hunk guessed Siegel's thoughts. Although he wanted to get on the boat as soon as possible and take his clan to leave the city, it is a pity that none of them have sailing experience, and it is not bad to even be on deck without getting dizzy—— They can't do without Siegel.

Siegel saw their anxiety in his eyes and knew that this makeshift team lacked the real will to fight. He kept his time at the shipyard as short as possible, but also spared enough energy for the battle that followed.

A half-orc gladiator handed him a helmet, taken from a dead orc. The wiser warriors were looking for as much armor as possible, and a few used planks as shields—perhaps the female spot could be used as a floating board in the sea to save their lives if necessary. Siegel looked at the horn helmet in his hand, and after putting it on, he found that the eye slits were too obstructing his vision, so he threw the helmet to Humke. As a mage on the battlefield, it would be nice to have a set of simple armor that doesn't affect the casting action. He misses his breastplate very much now, which has a good protective effect and does not interfere with the operation of the arm. Although unable to wear armor, he picked up a longbow and quiver from the ground and straddled them diagonally across his back. Then he picked up the hammer and proceeded to the next shipyard as directed by the raven.

The team followed closely behind Siegel, and everyone was almost close to each other as they walked along the road by the coast. The squid with burning eyes on Siegel's cape showed everyone the way forward. After rounding a corner, the travel slowed down. According to the intelligence of the magic pet, a group of orcs are fighting each other in front, and two witch priests are trying to remove the threat of the resentful spirits.

"Stop and hide." Siegel gave a simple order: "There are about a hundred people in front, and it is impossible to push hard, so don't talk."

Those who are possessed by the Wraith cannot use long-range weapons, at most they can only slash wildly with swords. The magic power of witch sacrifice is the nemesis of resentful spirits. It is like throwing red-hot coal into the snow. When the two fight against each other, the winner will be quickly determined. With these enemies in his way, Siegel couldn't face it head-on, and he didn't think his hundred refugees could wipe out the same number of orc warriors.

He put away the flames on the warhammer, changed his weapon to a long bow, and approached quietly from the side of the battlefield. He tried his best to hide in the shadows, and then he secretly aimed at the witch's head. He uses weapon magic to make his longbow as accurate and powerful as possible.

The Orcs are also good at fighting, and their ability to use a mace is not weaker than the swordsmanship of ordinary warriors. Whether charging or defending, even if they were besieged by two or three people, they didn't panic. During the melee combat, the witches kept moving, but they had to stand still when dispersing the undead. This was the opportunity Siegel was waiting for.

Siegel remembered the archery tricks taught him by Elf Leah, using his left hand to push the bow forward, but not holding it; he used his right hand to build the arrow, and waited until the last moment before shooting. The hand is on the same side of the longbow, so that you can shoot quickly; and you need to aim with both eyes. Although it is easy to close one eye, it will lose the sense of distance on the battlefield.

The ground on the battlefield was wet and slippery, with blood and mud mixed together. The orc shaman stumbled on a corpse and almost slipped, while the wraith opposite him took the opportunity to rush up and slashed his head with a long axe. 'Hurry up,' thought Siegel, 'and save me the trouble. ’ Unfortunately, his prayers never took effect. Although the orc witch sacrifice slipped under his feet, he managed to maintain his balance in the end. The axe that slashed at him was set aside by the guards next to him, and he also took the opportunity to raise the giant eye amulet hanging on his chest.

Siegel was waiting for this opportunity, and he did not hesitate to shoot arrows. The magic arrow flew out, full of Siegel's hope. However, the battlefield was not driven by human will, and the arrow was blocked by the orcs who just moved. Although he was shot into his forehead and killed him, Wu Ji was still alive and well.

The light of dispelling the undead radiated out, and a few resentful spirits vanished in the screams. Wu Ji turned his head and saw Siegel, and also saw the second arrow flying towards him. He squatted down sharply, and Siegel's arrow was rubbing his scalp and dodging away. Then the shaman began to pray for divine power, hoping that the Beastmaster God would take away the sight of his enemies.

Siegel saw from a distance that the witch sacrifice was casting a spell, but he couldn't see what kind of spell it was. Suddenly he felt a tingling in his eyes, and he immediately guessed that it was a blinding curse. Without any delay, Siegel immediately turned into a skeleton. Although the skeleton has vision, but after all, there is no eyeball organization, the curse of the witch sacrifice just failed.

The scene of suddenly turning into a skeleton made the orc stunned, causing him not to dodge the third arrow. Siegel finally managed to shoot the feather arrow into the enemy's mouth before the shaman guards rushed up, causing fatal and irreversible wounds. Whether it was a healing potion or a spell, the shaman could neither drink nor recite a spell. He could only squeeze the wound and make a hollow "heh...heh..." sound, and then fell to the ground and died.

Losing the protection of divine magic, the orcs began to be at a disadvantage in the face of ghosts and ghosts. An orc captain came up with a brilliant idea. Every time he raised his weapon, he would shout: "For the victory of the warlord!" The orcs possessed by the spirits could not speak, so naturally they could not respond to this slogan. The other orcs followed suit, shouting a slogan every time they swung their weapons. Although this will not really improve their combat ability, it will not fall into the confusion of being indistinguishable between enemy and foe, and the combat efficiency will be improved all of a sudden. Soon they suppressed the orcs possessed by the grievances and quickly killed them.

But the power of the resentful spirit is that it continues to possess itself. Even though each possession makes the Wraiths weaker, their bodies are not damaged by ordinary weapons at all, so the possession is difficult to stop. Soon followed by several rounds of sawing, the numerical advantage returned to the side of the Wraith. Siegel thought for a while, and re-edited the comparison of the fighting power between the Wraith and the Orcs according to the situation on the field, so that he can make a more accurate judgment the next time he encounters such a situation.

After the victory, the Wraith will definitely look for the next wave of opponents, and they cannot find the team of refugees. The mage has figured out a countermeasure and can use anti-evil spells to drive away these undead, but this method will consume a lot of energy. According to Raven's instructions, a group of local residents was trying to put out the fire not far away. They ladled water from the well and poured buckets into the fire. Siegel murmured the spell, creating a cry of orc troops in the direction of the firefighters, creating the illusion of a dense population of living creatures in that direction, while waving a spell of protection against evil himself. The Wraith aimed at killing and didn't like the radiance emanating from the wizard's wand, so he turned to the direction guided by Sigal's phantom sound without hesitation.

The way forward was given way, and the mage returned to his original human form and returned to the team. He found that more than 20 fugitives had left the team just a while ago, not knowing where to go. However, the remaining people became more determined, and the cohesion of the team increased instead of falling.

Stepping over the piles of corpses on the ground, the group continued to move towards the harbor. The fishy smell of the sea water ahead was getting heavier and stronger, and it could overwhelm the smell of blood and fireworks. At this time, there were a few scattered orcs who attacked the refugee team, and some slaves who wanted to flee with their shackles. The way to deal with these people is to use an axe, the former cut off the head, the latter cut off the chain.

The resistance ahead is getting bigger and bigger, but Siegel has his own way to deal with them. Manifestation potions and shards of flame soul crystals can always create a lot of allies, allowing them to "flank" the enemy from the side. Siegel carefully controlled the number of resentful spirits, and would rather let the orc warriors win than let the undead form a scale. To deal with orcs, he only needs metal swords, but the magic consumption required to deal with resentful spirits will not make up for it for a while.

With a loud bang, a wooden house in front collapsed, and a huge figure pierced through the wall and appeared in front of the mage. It was a two-headed troll with a spear in one hand and a machete in the other. In front of it lay a corpse, which Siegel recognized as Tim the "Assassin". The impulse cost him his life in the end, the cause of his death was a spear pierced through the abdominal cavity, and then all the intestines were pulled out of the body. Mana didn't have a longbow in her hand, she threw her darts as she jumped back. However, for the thick-skinned trolls ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ the damage that the darts can cause is too low, and it is not enough to offset its regeneration and recovery speed, and it cannot form a deadly threat. But the constant harassment of the woman in front of him made the big man upset, and he just wanted to quickly grab the nimble rabbit, tear it in half and stuff it into his two mouths.

The fugitive team rushed up, and the fastest Henke jumped high and swung his weapon at the trolls in the air. Siegel threw his warhammer, knocking the enemy's machete out of the way, while a gladiator's javelin forced the monster to use his spear to block. "He's not wearing a helmet, go all out!" Siegel shouted. The half-orc Hunk lived up to expectations and bisected one of the heads with a machete. The impact of the collision paralyzed his arms, but the speed of his feet remained unaffected. Humke rolled on the spot, dodging the enemy's big feet, and at this time, the half-orc gladiator brothers swarmed up and tacitly chopped off the head of the other troll.

"Mana, are you okay?" Siegel walked towards her quickly, but did not notice the enemy in the distance. Fortunately, the raven gave a loud warning, and the screaming in the soul startled the mage. Siegel couldn't think about it at all, and rolled on the spot at the behest of his familiar. A black light shot, slammed into the ground beside him, and then heard a "hum" sound. The rock that was hit was blown to pieces, and the black light shot directly into the ground to a depth of half a meter. Siegel took a closer look and found that it was a siege crossbow, mostly used for city wall defense or ships. Siegel looked to the other side, and there was a black warship floating silently on the water, with no lights and no sound, like a lifeless shadow. In the cold wind of the dark night, a flag with three blood-eyed eyes fluttered slowly—that was the flag of Lunt, and this ship was the flagship of the Three-Eyed Warlord Navy~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Welcome to reading , the latest, fastest and most popular serial works are all in ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ mobile phone users, please read.