Like a Fantasy Story
[Host equipped with 'Character Card: Liam Hartwell', countdown 300 seconds, start time]
Liam Hartwell was originally an ordinary person, but after being struck by lightning, he gained Death Aura. Any living being that gets within 50 feet of him, or about 15 meters, will die instantly.
Rules, superpowers, magic, viruses, Magnetic Field...
Russell hadn't delved into the principles of the Death Aura; he only knew that equipping this Character Card would create a 30-meter radius around him where nothing could grow. It was an indiscriminate attack, guaranteeing certain death to anyone who entered; it required no conscious control, yet it also made it impossible to distinguish friend from foe.
Rumble!!!
A thunderclap struck, and a flash of light precisely hit Russell amidst thousands of people. Electric currents danced in mid-air, and the twisting lightning lasted for a full two seconds before dissipating.
The thunder shattered the water flow, and a continuous stream of water filled in from all sides, supporting Russell's feet and allowing him to land slowly.
The valley was deathly silent. Both the human defenders of Hornburg and the orc alliance of Isengard were dumbfounded, stunned by Russell's grand entrance.
The Character Card lasts for 5 minutes. Russell didn't show off or make any boastful remarks; instead, he stepped on the water and shot out like an arrow.
Russell was stunned by the densely packed Orcs troops in front of him. To charge alone against an army of 30,000 was too arrogant, even for Wizard.
"Charge!"
"Raze Hornburg to the ground and slaughter all humanity!!"
The Orcs commander stood on a high rock, brandishing his longsword as he gave orders.
"Kill! Kill! Kill—"
Instantly, an endless Orcs pounced out like mad dogs, causing the earth to tremble and rumble.
The next second, Russell pressed mute. There was no flashing of swords or deafening shouts of battle. The Orcs closest to Russell suddenly pounced and collapsed, gone just like that, passing away peacefully.
After this Orcs fell, all the Orcs entered the Death Aura, regardless of their strength, died instantly. Their bodies, propelled by the momentum of the charge, took two steps forward before collapsing, lying neatly lined up at Russell's feet.
There were no cries of pain, no wounds, only a pair of eyes that had turned bluish-white.
The Orcs who had rushed to the front sensed something was wrong and hurriedly stopped, but once a thousand troops had started charging, they couldn't be stopped so easily. Howling in pain, they were pushed forward by the following waves and walked into the Death Aura...
In the valley, a dramatic scene unfolded: the Orcs beside Russell desperately fled backwards, while the Orcs behind him desperately charged forwards. After finally reaching the front, they turned around and desperately fled backwards again.
Russell treads on the water, traversing the valley in a zigzag pattern. In this moment, he transforms into walking death, his 30-meter diameter lifeless form reaping the lives of the orcs with madness.
"It's Wizard's curse!"
"Stop charging! Run!"
"Don't block me, I don't want to die..."
"..."
Countless terrified screams echoed through the valley. The charging formation was too crowded; those in front shouted themselves hoarse, but those behind couldn't see what was happening. They shouted and kept their heads down, continuing their charge.
"Waaaaahh..."
The retreat horn sounded, the Orcs army halted its advance, turned its formation, and retreated.
Even as they retreated, the Orcs who had switched from retreating to advancing were still completely bewildered, retreating slowly and methodically. The Orcs at the front were terrified by the Death Radius. No matter how fearless a warrior was, seeing those around him die inexplicably without even struggling would instinctively make him want to run away, and he would take off running as fast as he could.
The seemingly impregnable formation crumbled layer by layer, with more and more Orcs joining the fleeing ranks. Crowding, trampling, and backstabbing caused the slow and orderly retreat to gradually collapse.
The first phalanx, responsible for the main attack, collapsed like a defeated army. The Orcs' minds went blank, and all they could think about was running away.
In the second phalanx of the Isengard Alliance, the Uruk-hai commander brandished his steel blade and ordered the Orcs in front of him to stop in place. However, the Orcs were overwhelmed by the surging tide of people and could not stop even if they wanted to.
"Archers! Form ranks!"
"Release the arrows!"
"Release the arrows!"
"Free fire!"
"The vanguard raises their shields and spears, and all the routed soldiers are to be killed on the spot!"
Russell was unaware of what was happening behind him; it was too far away for him to see or hear clearly. He waded through the valley, his feet treading the water in a zigzag pattern.
Killing people is like mowing grass; he's even more unparalleled than Musou!
The routed army was even more crowded than during the charge. After Russell passed by, the Orcs stood frozen in place, falling one after another like Maze being harvested.
In an instant, the routed first phalanx fled even more frantically!
Hornburg!
The castle was eerily quiet, but after a moment, it erupted in wild cheers.
On the inner courtyard tower, Théoden watched the battle below with horrified eyes. Russell strolled leisurely, and wherever he went, Orcs inexplicably fell to the ground and died, just like in a fantasy story.
"Men, gather the cavalry and charge out with me!" Théoden, sensing the army's morale was high and recognizing this as a golden opportunity, immediately gave the order.
"King Théoden, the city gates cannot be opened..." Legolas rushed over.
"What do you mean? Are we supposed to just watch Wizard Russell fight alone?" Théoden frowned. The Orcs formation was in disarray; a single charge would be enough to defeat them completely.
He was somewhat annoyed that he had been too conservative in his troop deployment. If the number of cavalry in the city had been several times greater, he would have certainly made unparalleled contributions.
"No, Russell said before he left that he's in great danger right now; getting close to him will mean death!"
Legolas hurriedly said that at first he didn't understand Russell's meaning and thought he was just showing off. It wasn't until Orcs died that he understood Russell's true meaning—he really was showing off!
"Also, Russell said that the Isengard coalition will not launch an attack tonight; tomorrow will be the real decisive battle..."
"Roar roar roar————"
Behind the second phalanx of Isengard, a three-headed Dragon Beasts took flight, whipping up a whirlwind that swept across the battle line.
Three Ringwraiths, wielding chains, swooped down on dragons towards the chaotic rout. Instead of immediately attacking Russell, the dragons spewed black poisonous mist, tearing and slicing through the enemy ranks in front of the second formation, Carnage the fleeing soldiers in the most ruthless way.
"Roar roar roar————"
Having stabilized the retreating army, the three-headed dragon, controlled by the Ringwraiths, roared and charged toward Russell.
A strong wind swept across his face. Russell glanced at the flying dragon and thought to himself, "Tonight's extra treat has arrived." Lightning crackled around him as he released three Silver-white Giant Wolves that soared into the sky.
He himself continued to reap the lives of the Orcs. The Character Card had a limited time limit, so he had to make full use of it and kill as many as he could.
Rumble!!
The Ringwraiths, riding their dragons, faced the oncoming Thunder Beast and thrust their lances down fiercely. To Russell's surprise, the Ringwraiths, who had been driven back by lightning last time, were prepared this time. When they channeled the lightning into their lances, they absorbed it all.