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Chapter 77 Brutal battles against orcs (2/2)

They were attracted by the impressive sight of these men coming to their rescue.

Comments and exclamations erupted, betraying their disbelief.

"Great, Baron Edrin's men have arrived?"

"Impossible, I've seen Baron Edrin's soldiers fight before and none of them could survive for a single second against the might of these people."

"I agree, these guys are completely inhuman."

A young boy pointed at Andrew, who was splitting the air with his sword.

"Look, Mom, the gentleman jumped at least ten feet!"

Other villagers also saw the scene.

"Damn that guy literally flies!"

"Clearly! It's not human to jump three meters high like that!"

Not far away, the orc leader spotted the agitation and surprise of his own troops.

He roared in a ferocious voice, raising his axe high as a rallying cry.

His red eyes, gleaming with rage, landed on Maxime, whom he pointed to.

In an instant, fifteen orcs, galvanized by their leader, converged on the mercenaries in a furious charge.

Maxime signaled to Andrew, Laura, Ernest, Rodrigo, James, Piedro, Izo, Charles, Henry, Ultia and the remaining mercenaries.

"You take care of the weaker ones, I'll take care of this monster here."

The few remaining orcs were fighting in the north of the village with Romuald, Terry, Tena and his two brothers.

The latter's every step shook the ground, and his axe arced menacingly through the air, ready to descend on the head mercenary.

The giant orc swept the air with a powerful blow. Maxime barely dodged, feeling the breath of the axe cleaving the air near his face. He knew he couldn't match the brute strength of this creature. He decided to exploit his agility, circling the orc leader, analyzing his movements.

As he dodged, the house behind him was completely destroyed by the orc's powerful blow.

A few cries of distress echoed through the house, but Maxime couldn't deal with them at the moment.

The orc continued to swing his axe in Maxime's direction, but only succeeded in destroying the surroundings, without touching the human he was aiming at.

With a grunt, the orc changed strategy and feinted to the right before delivering a violent diagonal blow. This time, Maxime couldn't dodge completely, and the axe blade grazed his arm, tearing his armor and leaving a bloody gash.

"Tch, this orc has at least the power of a knight," Maxime murmured, looking at the imposing orc in front of him.

But he had agility on his side and continued to fight the orc with his flexibility, wounding him slightly.

He was very careful, because if he was hit again, he could be seriously wounded and thus be at the mercy of the orc.

While Maxime engaged the orc leader, the other mercenaries had already thrown themselves into the fray to protect the villagers and repel the orcs who were wreaking havoc all around them. The village square was transformed into a veritable battlefield, with each mercenary engaged in a relentless struggle.

Andrew, the young man with the flaming red hair, rushed into the fray, his sword drawn and ready to slice.

His movements were swift and precise, and his sword sliced through the air with frightening efficiency.

An orc attacked him from the left, swinging a club with a furious snarl. Andrew ducked and ducked under the blow, then, in one fluid motion, straightened up and thrust his blade into the creature's side, which collapsed with a howl.

No sooner had he withdrawn his blade than another orc lunged at him, but Andrew met it with a blow to the chest, pushing it back with a powerful swing of his sword.

A few yards away, Ernest, the young blue-haired archer, positioned himself high on the roof of a ruined barn.

His arrows whistled through the air, striking their target with deadly accuracy. His next arrow pierced the eye of an orc trying to surprise Rodrigo from behind. His next arrow pierced the throat of another, preventing the creature from reaching a fleeing village girl.

Rodrigo, the brown-haired young man with the imposing build, was fighting an orc head-on.

The orc struck Rodrigo on the shoulder with a heavy sword, but to the orc's surprise, the blade of his usually sharp sword made a strange noise and bounced off Rodrigo's skin.

A thin layer of broken rock could be seen.

Taking advantage of his opponent's surprise, Rodrigo counter-attacked, his axe slamming down hard on the orc's skull, causing him to collapse heavily. Rodrigo then turned to another enemy and raised his left arm, which had just been covered in rock, to protect himself from a blow.

As the battle intensified, an elegant, graceful figure appeared in the midst of the fighting.

Laura stood there, her piercing gaze scanning the battlefield with calm determination. Her entrance did not go unnoticed, and the orcs who crossed her path were immediately drawn to her.

Her beauty transcended the scene, but what was even more striking was the intimidating aura she naturally exuded when holding a sword...

She wielded a long, slender sword with exceptional mastery.

With a fluid, calculated gesture, she dashed into the fray, striking with frightening precision. Her blade seemed to dance around her, tracing sparkling arcs in the air.

Every movement was precise, every blow delivered with an elegance that contrasted with the brutality of the orcs' assaults.

She pivoted gracefully, avoiding a brutal attack from an orc who was trying to take her by surprise. Her blade split the air in a precise movement, piercing the orc who collapsed to the ground without a shout.

Maxime, watching the battle unfold, nodded to Laura as he continued to restrain the orc leader.

She understood immediately and moved to his side.

Their synchronization was perfect: Maxime feinted and circled, and Laura nimbly sliced through the gaps Maxime created in the orc's defense.

"Together, we'll get there faster", she breathed as she passed by him, her eyes glowing with battle fire.

The orc leader, cornered and enraged, tried to repel them with violent blows, but Laura and Maxime dodged with perfect harmony, instinctively adapting to each other's movements.

Maxime could soon see the moment of weakness he had been waiting for. The chef was becoming increasingly angry, his blows more chaotic and powerful, but less precise.

Maxime, seeing an opening, launched himself to deliver the final blow.

But suddenly, the orc leader shouted a hoarse command, and suddenly 3 orcs who were occupied by a few mercenaries suddenly charged in his direction at the cost of many wounds.

In a direct charge like this, it was difficult for Terry, Izo and Piedro, who were fighting them, to catch up easily.

Andrew, seeing the orcs converging on Maxime and Laura, rushed forward without hesitation. He thrust his sword into the back of one of the green-skinned monsters, bringing it to its knees. Read new chapters at My Virtual Library Empire

Ernest, still aloft, unleashed a swift arrow that whistled through the air and hit another orc, stopping him dead in his tracks.

Terry, Izo and Piedro caught up with this one and took advantage of the opportunity to finish him off.

Charles, fighting nearby, spotted the last orc rushing towards Maxime. He hesitated for a moment, then finally stepped in and used his body to face the sheer power of the orc.

Unfortunately, he was too weak and was sent flying into a house while spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The house collapsed on Charles, his life and death unknown.

But he gained a few precious seconds for Andrew and Ernest, who joined forces to hold back the last orc and then kill him.

Maxime remained focused on the orc leader, who now seemed finally weakened by his wounds and his own exhaustion.

With a swift, decisive blow, Maxime drove his sword deep into the orc's chest. The giant creature flinched, reaching for Maxime with a trembling hand, but Laura came up from behind and drove her sword into the orc's chest too, before quickly withdrawing it.

The orc leader howled in pain, staggered and finally collapsed.

The two stood back, watching as their opponent collapsed heavily to the ground.

30 seconds later, all the orcs had been wiped out and the battle was over.

Indeed, his men could now easily be considered the elite of the elite among ordinary humans.

Some thirty adult orcs were easily exterminated without casualties, only a few mercenaries slightly wounded and Charles whose situation was still unknown.

As the last orc fell, silence fell. The villagers, at first terrified, dared to emerge from their hiding places, looking at their rescuers with a mixture of amazement and gratitude.

Maxime blew slightly to calm his breathing, then exchanged glances with Andrew, Ernest, Rodrigo, Laura and the rest of the mercenaries, each of them still alert despite the absence of new enemies.