From Hogwarts to Strixhaven

In addition to Ivy's firestorm, the orc army was also greeted by the elves' arrows raining down like raindrops.

Thranduil, riding on a large elk, raised his elegant and slender elven long sword and issued wave after wave of shooting orders.

These orcs trained by Sauron himself were in high spirits. Even in the face of the terrifying flame magic and the rain of death brought by arrows, there was no large-scale chaos. They were born for war. They avoided their companions who were set on fire by the fire tornado. There were even supervisors with skulls of the same kind stuck on their helmets. They personally killed these orcs who were running wildly because of the burning fire, just to prevent them from rushing into the neat queue.

For an army, discipline is combat effectiveness.

Ivy ran past the orc queue, constantly scanning this group of crazy guys.

He wanted to find the commander of this orc army.

On the medieval battlefield where the means of communication were extremely backward, horns, flags, and drums were all tools for commanders to give orders to the troops. But Ivy never saw these things on the battlefield, so he couldn't tell where the command center of the orcs was.

The vanguards pouring out of the tunnel alone were three times more than the elves and humans. Ivy couldn't imagine how many people were left in this army.

Without the ability to confirm the enemy's command center, Ivy couldn't use magic to kill the generals and capture the flag, thus destroying the brain of this army.

However, when the casualties of a troop exceeded the limit, there was still a possibility of collapse, so the next test was the killing efficiency of Ivy's magic.

The orcs who had endured two rounds of arrow rain began to counterattack. Their vanguards raised their shields above their heads and charged at the elves. The ogres and giants who had just walked out of the cave stood on the hillside, ready to launch the siege weapons behind them.

Ivy's second magic arrived.

Thanks to the relatively poor spell list of the Zhixuan Warlock, Ivy's spells in the two days after becoming a nine-ring spellcaster were almost all large-scale lethal magic from the Shaping Department. Maybe someone would call him a barbarian with contempt, but when the fireball hit his face, few orcs would dare to say anything rude to Ivy.

Moreover, in such a crowded battlefield, the evocation spells were simple and direct enough. As long as the enemy's troops were not as fast as Ivy's magic, victory would be easy to obtain.

Therefore, what Ivy had to do now was to destroy the orcs' receiving facilities.

There were muffled sounds from the depths of the earth again. Before the orcs standing on it could understand, the violent shaking caused most of the orcs who were close together to fall to the ground.

The body of the war beast knocked down a group of orcs, turning them and their armor into a blood-soaked meat pie. The giant beast that served as the siege platform fell down, and the weapon that was originally aimed at the elf phalanx was accidentally triggered. The huge force of the catapult made the giant beast that fell to the ground bounce high, and then returned to the embrace of the earth under the action of gravity. The giant crossbow arrows swept over the heads of some orcs, and skewered other orcs into skewers with black blood.

The violent shaking of the earth did not stop, but became more terrifying. Several cracks began to spread on the ground, like a bloody mouth. Orcs who had no time to dodge were swallowed by the earth, and disappeared without a trace after a scream.

Even more frightening than the situation on the ground were the orcs who were still crowded in the tunnel and had not come out. Under the influence of the earthquake, the passages drilled out by the earthworms had long been shattered, and rocks and dry soil continued to fall from above, burying the orcs alive or knocking them unconscious.

The power of magic made the ground dance wildly, and everything that could not keep up with the rhythm could only be thrown away by it, including the small hill where the orc army was located. The original ridgeline had disappeared in the earthquake, and large rocks rolled down from the heights, slaughtering all creatures in front of them.

"Disperse! Disperse!" The half-orc commander commanded his men loudly. These guys with a little bit of brains had already discovered that the scope of the earthquake was not that large, especially compared with the space of the entire battlefield.

The magic used by Ivy was the eighth-ring evocation spell Earthquake, which had a total range of 500 feet and could create a strong earthquake on the circular ground with a radius of 100 feet, which could last for one minute.

Although this area was not even as large as half a football field, Ivy's level of [Dazzling Warlock] had reached level 19, which meant that [Wild Elemental Surge] could increase the range of this spell by 10d6 in total, which was barely enough.

At least half of the seven tunnels dug by the half-orcs with earthworms collapsed, and the small hill they were on had completely disappeared.

The roar of the earth echoed on the plain between River Valley City and Lonely Mountain, greatly boosting the morale of the coalition forces.

Thranduil waved his sword again and ordered: "Shoot!"

The elves moved in unison, and even though the orcs were charging in front of them, they did not waver at all.

The smooth movements explained the aesthetics of the elves, killing the orc army elegantly and efficiently.

Countless orcs were nailed to the ground by arrows and completely swallowed by the earthquake cracks created by Ivy, but such attacks could not collapse the orc army. They seemed tireless and could not feel fear, with only bloodthirsty desire in their hearts.

The orcs had already charged to the front of the elven phalanx, and these elegant archers calmly put away their longbows and moved back to the center of the formation with exquisite and crisp movements under the command of Thranduil. Instead, the elven infantry standing in the front were armed with large shields and spears.

Countless spears protruded from the shield wall reflecting golden light, forming an insurmountable natural chasm. The slope composed of large shields seemed to provide a place for the orcs to settle, but it also prevented them from fully releasing the power brought by the charge on the elven phalanx.

Many lucky orcs climbed to the top of the phalanx along the shield slope and were about to jump in to kill, but when they landed, they found that what greeted them was not the weak long-range troops holding longbows, but the high-strength elven warriors who had already changed to long swords. The long years gave the elves the possibility to master the use of various weapons, and the low birth rate also forced Thranduil to use one unit as a variety of arms.

With longbows in hand, these elves are fearsome archers, and with long swords drawn, they are strong backing capable of intercepting the offensive of the orcs.

The duration of the earthquake spell passed quickly, and Ivy annihilated a group of orc squads that tried to surround him, and began to prepare for the next spell - the nine-ring evocation system, meteor explosion.

As Ivy's only offensive nine-ring spell, the range of meteor explosion is a full mile, and the four meteors fired can also cause a killing range of 40+10d6 feet in radius. Ivy originally wanted to keep it to snipe the possible commander of the orcs. As long as this goal is achieved, the orc army will not be a threat. The orcs without unified command can only be slaughtered by elves and magic.

But now the commander of the orcs has not shown up, and this army is still pouring out of the tunnel. Ivy knows that the number of orcs must not be allowed to crush the elves. Otherwise, even if they can win this battle, when the orc army of Gundabad Mountain arrives, the coalition of elves and humans will only be defeated.

So Ivy chose to use the meteor explosion at this moment, which has a boastful range and scope.

As Ivy chanted loudly, the terrifying heat gathered around him, and the high temperature distorted the air, making the orcs who looked at him feel unreal.

The commander of the orc vanguard understood that the wizard in front of him was preparing to cast a spell again. Just as he was about to order the long-range troops to attack, he saw four huge meteors shooting out from the wizard.

The whistling meteors left a gorgeous tail in the air, turning into the god of death and heavily bombarding the center of the orc army. The orcs and ogres who were the first to be hit had already turned into ashes, and those who were a little further away were also thrown away by the shock wave of the violent explosion along with the rubble, and then fell heavily to the ground.

The nine-ring spell was more lethal than the eight-ring earthquake spell. The tunnels covered by the meteor explosion collapsed, and all the orcs within the killing radius were not spared. In the range of Ivy's first few spells, there were always a few lucky people who could drag their half-dead bodies to run away, but under the power of the meteor explosion, there were no living creatures on the hillside east of the valley city.

Each meteor released by the meteor explosion can cause 20d6 fire damage and 20d6 blunt damage. Even if there are smart orcs who made qualified body movements at the moment when the meteor hits the ground and only received half of the damage, it is absolutely impossible to survive the strong explosion.

From Ivy's perspective, four meteors with long tails even planted a small mushroom cloud on the ground. But because the direction was not completely perpendicular to the ground, the rising hot air was quickly blown away by the cold wind with dust, and the mushroom cloud was gone.

Even though they had known about Ivy's existence, no one on the battlefield had ever seen this doomsday-like scene, so they were all stunned on the ground, watching the orcs who were thrown out by the blast wave and were struggling to get up.

"Now, Thranduil!" Ivy's voice sounded across the battlefield, from the ears of the Silvan Elf King.

The silver-haired Elf King came to his senses, raised his long sword and gave a loud order: "Charge! Warriors of the Woodland Kingdom! Drive these ugly orcs back to hell!"

The giant horned elk took the lead, and its huge antlers were like moving chevaux de frise, picking up all the orcs blocking the front, and then the Elf King on its back beheaded them with a knife.

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The elf warriors behind the king actually maintained the general shape of the square formation and launched a charge. The orc vanguard who had crashed into the square formation before had been consumed to pieces. At this time, they could only stay where they were and roar helplessly, and then died miserably, without causing any splashes at all.

A new roar came from the direction of the lonely mountain. Twelve dwarves without mounts set out on foot. Standing in the front was Thorin wearing a crown.

It is better to pursue the enemy with the remaining courage.

The orcs who lost their tunnels were just rootless duckweed, and they could easily be wiped out by the coalition forces.

Just when the orc army was in danger and the formation was about to collapse, a low horn sounded from afar.

The orcs who heard this sound desperately climbed over the scattered ridgeline, threw away all their weapons and equipment, and began to run desperately.

There is no doubt that this horn was the signal for the orcs to retreat.

Ivy looked around in the center of the battlefield, but couldn't find where the horn guiding the orcs came from.

Thranduil, riding a giant elk, had also rushed to his side. Compared with humans, elves' ears were undoubtedly more sensitive.

"Behind the mountain." Thranduil pointed his long sword to Ivy, pointing out the direction.

Tapping the horse's belly with his heels, Golden Horn carried Ivy to the ridgeline that was half destroyed by the earthquake spell. Along the way, Ivy easily freed the heads of several orcs from their bodies.

Ivy stopped this meaningless action until the moment he crossed the ridgeline.

Behind the ridgeline was a valley with exposed black rocks, and in the valley were orc armies all over the mountains.

These orcs were more than what Ivy had seen outside Dol Gudu. God knows where they came from.

The command platform of the orc army was carried on the back of a huge giant monster, with a scarlet flag with a bone pole and a huge black horn.

Ivy didn't see the conspicuous pale orc Azog, but a black knight in heavy armor replaced him. A black mist floated around him, making it difficult to tell the truth, but Ivy could clearly sense the terrifying murderous aura even from such a long distance.

"What is that?" Thranduil also stepped onto the ridgeline.

"Nazgul." Ivy replied softly, "Sauron's pathetic slaves."

No wonder the orc troops attacking Dale City were so fearless and tenacious, it turned out that the boss was supervising the battle behind the scenes.

"Is he really back?" The giant deer under Thranduil's crotch pawed its hooves restlessly, kicking up a lot of dust and gravel.

"Absolutely true. Gandalf and I saw it with our own eyes." Ivy replied softly.

He knew very well why the Ringwraiths appeared in this place, just for the two rings of power in his hands. The Ringwraiths were the strongest force in Sauron's hands and also the highest-level commanders. Each one was very important to him. After enduring in Middle-earth for so many years, his return was absolutely impossible to fail. Therefore, taking back the ring from Avy, occupying the Lonely Mountain, and completing the revival of the Kingdom of Angmar were the last instructions Sauron left to the Ringwraiths before returning to Mordor.

"The difference in numbers is too great. We can't fight these orcs outside the city!" Thranduil turned around and ordered his elves to retreat to the camp outside the city of Dale.