The Crow Flock Dances in Assault

With the Totem Pole in hand, the Orc Lord could see some information about the enemy.

Seeing that the canyon entrance was guarded by a God-tier Troop, a fifth-tier Arcanist, and two King-tier Troops, the Orc Lord immediately sucked in a cold breath, and its heart sank halfway.

Just who were these humans, and why did they possess so many powerful troops and experts?

With no time to think, the Orc Lord shouldered the Totem Pole and led the surviving orcs in a breakthrough toward the canyon exit guarded alone by the "Ugly" Gold Man.

In the Orc Lord's eyes, although the "Ugly" Gold Man was huge and devastatingly powerful, it was not particularly nimble. If they charged through head-on, they might still seize a sliver of hope.

Most importantly, before the giant Wolf Tooth Club in the "Ugly" Gold Man's hands, all living beings were equal. As long as it did not stand somewhere too conspicuous, the Orc Lord would not receive special attention.

If it charged backward, the Orc Lord would certainly become the primary target of those four people.

Although the Orc Lord was confident it could contend with a King-tier Troop, it did not believe it could defeat a God-tier Troop, especially when two powerful Spellcasters were among its opponents.

At this critical moment of life and death, it had no intention of helping its subordinates share the enemy's firepower.

The Raven Guards kept leaping out of the shadows, slaughtering the orcs gathered together.

The orc army struggled to advance through the canyon and had no choice but to use the lives of its own kind to pave a path of escape toward the canyon exit.

As it saw itself drawing closer and closer to the "Ugly" Gold Man, the Orc Lord relaxed slightly and began