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Chapter 1231 - 1231 208 Forbidden Spell_3

1231: Chapter 208: Forbidden Spell_3 1231: Chapter 208: Forbidden Spell_3 “Bear Emperor, sending people to retaliate against the enemy isn’t impossible.

The problem is that it takes time!

We don’t have a Giant Dragon as a mount to transport people anywhere in the shortest time.

It would take months to draft elites from various clans to form a Suicide Team, not to mention infiltrating the Empire to retaliate.

By the time we’re ready, it’ll all be too late!”

The Lionman King hastily vetoed.

In the 300 years of confrontation with the Alpha Kingdom, sending people deep into enemy territory for sabotage wasn’t something new to our ancestors.

At the beginning, it indeed yielded significant military achievements, but the end results were often tragic.

The teams sent out almost always suffered heavy losses.

The deeper they went behind enemy lines, the lower the probability of returning alive.

Without the high mobility provided by the dragons in Hudson’s led stealth attack, the few hundred troops would never have been able to retreat safely.

Once encircled by a large army, even the Sanctuary Powerhouses would have to run fast.

Whether ordinary Seventh or Eighth-order Strongmen could break out depended on luck.

Elites are not cabbages; they can’t just be risked recklessly.

To give such an order disregarding all consequences would mean it’s time for a new leader.

“We can’t just do nothing and let enemies plunder the grasslands at will!

Even gathering a large army for a battle would be better than passively taking hits like this now.

From the intelligence collected…”

Before the Bearman Emperor could finish his sentence, the temperature inside the tent suddenly began to rise, and the Sacrifice Shaman guarding outside hastily shouted: “Forbidden spell, run!”

The last two words were entirely superfluous.

Upon hearing the words ‘forbidden spell,’ all the Orc High Levels hurriedly flew out of the tent, each fleeing for their lives.

Regrouping the troops didn’t mean there was nothing to do.

It mainly affected the Knights of lesser strength; the more robust Magicians with greater spiritual power and various Sanctuary Powerhouses were unscathed.

Since they were idle, Hudson simply pulled together a group of Magicians to create chaos.

This operation was very fair, dropping one forbidden spell on each royal court.

The results of the battle depended entirely on luck.

The first target was the Bearman Imperial Court.

Hudson, unaware of how many big fish were below, was still admiring the shower of fire in the sky, completely indifferent to the escaping Orcs amidst chaos.

Mass-destruction magic is primarily about the large area; the individual lethality is actually quite ordinary.

Strongmen above the Sixth Order could stay put and take it with no major issue.

However, the Orcs below were clearly frightened by the reputation of the forbidden spell, escaping in panic, with only a few Strongmen attempting to disrupt the casting.

Unfortunately, though it was a joint spell, it was led by a Sanctuary Powerhouse, with Sorcerers and Great Sorcerers playing supporting roles.

The slight Elemental fluctuations could not interrupt the continuation of the forbidden spell.

Instead, their actions brought fatal consequences upon themselves.

The protecting Sanctuary Knight immediately rushed out.

The Orc Sacrifice Shaman who chose to go against the current only felt a chill in their body before their head was separated from the torso.

Seeing many Orcs escaping the range of the forbidden spell, Hudson shook his head secretly.

Such a wide-ranging attack forbidden spell was indeed powerful on the battlefield, but the downfall was the slow casting speed.

It couldn’t be helped, the essence of magic is to use one’s own Magic Power as a conduit, mobilizing the Magic Elements between heaven and earth, gathering energy for the strike.

The greater the output power, the more Magic Elements needed to be gathered, and correspondingly, the longer the preparation time.

If these drawbacks didn’t exist, Sanctuary Mages would be invincible.

The power of a single-target forbidden spell is simply not something a mortal body can withstand.

Even Maxim, the tough-skinned Giant Dragon, had to dodge a single-target forbidden spell.

Sustaining a direct hit would inevitably result in severe injury.

Overlooking the rising sea of fire below, Hudson’s lips curved into a slight smile.

The extent of the military achievements didn’t matter, what was key was the deterrence it caused.

Just now, a good part of the Bearman Imperial Court had turned into a sea of fire.

Considering this blaze, it would be remembered by the Bearmen for many years.

“Let’s go, next stop: the Lionman Clan Royal Court!”

…

On the great grasslands, the group of Orc High Levels who had just narrowly escaped, were now staring tearlessly at the rising sea of fire.

These bigwigs had managed to run out, but the soldiers below didn’t react as quickly!

Not everyone realized that it was a forbidden spell and could react immediately.

The first response of most soldiers when things went awry was to wait for orders from above.

By the time the word of the forbidden spell spread, the camp had already descended into complete chaos.

Except for the soldiers on the periphery of the spell who had time to escape, the rest became fuel for the flames.

“Hudson!”

The Bearman Emperor growled through clenched teeth.

This was his lair; naturally, his clan suffered the greatest loss from this attack.

The faces of the other Orc High Levels were not pretty either.

Most of the Guards they had brought along had perished in the recent forbidden spell.

Although the losses were only a few hundred people per family, these were the elite of the elite, whose Loyalty was maxed out.

While feeling sorrowful, deep down there was also a sense of lucky relief.

If the enemy had discovered their presence, today the Orc Empire would have become history.

Subsequently, their desire to become part of the Sanctuary suddenly surged.

If they had a few equal-order Strongmen to hold back the enemy, they would never dare to wreak such unrestrained havoc.