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Chapter 22 Intense Battle: Orc Sea (Bonus Chapter for Recommended Tickets)

The summer in the Misty Mountains always comes and goes in a hurry.

Here, for at least half the year, the temperature is within the range of winter. The remaining half is divided between spring and autumn. Only occasionally does the sun generously spread its light and heat across this land.

The ice and snow melt as a result, and a brief flood season arrives. Numerous temporary streams also form in the mountains.

Fang Senyan plunged his hand into the incredibly cool stream in front of him. The chill seemed to pierce straight into his bones. He splashed some of the icy water on his face. Annel.Sophora, standing beside him, conjured a natural spell: Detect Poison, and nodded in satisfaction after observing the unchanging magical light:

"The water source here is not contaminated, Guardian."

Fang Senyan cupped the clear stream water and drank a few mouthfuls. The droplets that slipped through his fingers streamed down his neck like icy threads, flowing into his chest. The ground vibrated slightly as the giant treant, Mr. Farrell, arrived downstream. He stepped directly into the water with his thick legs, casually tearing off the spears, stone axes, and other things embedded in his wooden body.

Mr. Farrell chuckled like a child in his muffled voice, then lay down directly in the center of the stream, allowing his body to fully absorb the water. Several elves flashed emerald-green healing spells from their hands, rapidly healing the wounds on his body. The giant treant said in a muffled voice:

"There are still so many dirty orcs in the Misty Mountains."

Elder Disais Rootbeard looked quite old, with snow-white hair and beard, but his attire was remarkably avant-garde, always on the cutting edge of continental fashion. He looked into the distance and said hatefully:

"Every time we gather enough manpower, these orc bastards disappear without a trace. But once we don't have enough people and try to go deep into the Misty Mountains, we attract these hordes! We believe this is largely due to the effective command of the strong orcs distributed among them."

The group rested for half an hour, then set off. Just after crossing a small hill, Fang Senyan suddenly smiled and said:

"I'm actually hoping that more orcs will come. The more we kill now, the less pressure there will be in my next plan. Franklin, how can your illusions help us now?"

After Franklin was released from prison, he didn't rush to continue searching for Mr. Wright, the leader of the team from back then, to complete his mission. Instead, he wisely came to Fang Senyan and his group to latch onto them. Coincidentally, Fang Senyan was also aware of the crisis, so the two sides hit it off and brought him along.

Hearing Fang Senyan's question, Franklin immediately knew that this was a test, similar to a job interview, so he said seriously:

"That depends on which aspect you want me to focus on. I can either use illusions to confuse the orcs, making it difficult for them to find the correct target, or I can use illusory rays to strike the enemy. However, although the accompanying elves are powerful, I've noticed that most of them are focused on ranged attacks. I think what the team lacks now is a filler who can charge ahead."

"Well said." Fang Senyan looked down the hillside again. Large groups of orcs were constantly pouring in, gathering under the leadership of the strong orcs, preparing to launch an attack: "So what's your plan?"

Franklin didn't answer, obviously intending to take action directly. He raised the staff he had just obtained with both hands, then chanted a long and obscure incantation. It could be seen that his target was the giant treant, Mr. Farrell.

As Franklin chanted, dense white mist began to float out from Mr. Farrell's body, but the treant himself felt nothing unusual.

The dense white mist swirled very quickly, soon gathering on the empty ground next to Mr. Farrell, eventually forming a thick, dense giant cloud, resembling the treant in size.

After about a dozen seconds, Franklin's spell ended. The white mist began to dissipate, revealing another giant treant beside Mr. Farrell, looking exactly like him!

Franklin wiped away some sweat and said proudly:

"My illusion has the same vitality and defense as Mr. Farrell, but its normal attack power is reduced to 33%, and it can only inherit Mr. Farrell's passive abilities. It can’t gain his active abilities, and it cannot be healed."

Fang Senyan's eyes lit up:

"How long can it last?"

Franklin said:

"Thirty minutes. The higher my intelligence, the longer it lasts. Because Mr. Farrell is very powerful, after I copied him, I can no longer use any illusion-related abilities."

"Understood." Fang Senyan said, "Can you use this ability on contractors?"

"No problem. But the person being made into an illusion has to cooperate." Franklin said.

At this time, the orcs on the hillside had begun to charge. The giant treant, Mr. Farrell, simply uprooted a tree from the side and carried it in his hand, dirt and stones flying everywhere, and strode to the edge of the hillside.

The illusion created by Franklin had already directly blocked Mr. Farrell, taking the brunt of the first wave of attacks from the orcs—these attacks included lit spears, burning axes, and so on, which did extra damage to treants, but the illusion didn't care about these.

The elves also began to attack. Each elf was a natural archer, their longbows even had green branches and leaves, seemingly primitive, yet exquisite. The arrows they fired had a foot-long light green glow at the front. Once they pierced into the orcs' bodies, the glow would grow violently like roots, digging firmly into their muscles and internal organs, causing extra pain.

Annel.Sophora was waving his staff. It could be felt that he was mobilizing the natural forces around his body. These energies, which were originally full of life, became even more vibrant and vigorous after gathering on his staff, forming a ball of light at the top.

Once a strong orc dared to enter his range, the ball of light at the top of the staff would shoot out a gentle white light, entering the strong orc's legs as if injecting something. Then, it could be seen that the strong orc's legs grew and expanded strangely! As if undergoing accelerated secondary development! In this process, the rest of the body remained in a normal state, so in the end, the strong orc's legs often grew beyond the limits of their body, flesh and blood splashing and shattering, very tragically!

Annel.Sophora's ability could be said to be a deliberate and strange enhancement of the healing art in another direction. As a result, the ability that was originally meant to save people became a terrifying ability to kill and injure! This showed that Annel.Sophora was indeed a maverick among the elves. His thinking was often bizarre and unconventional. No wonder Fang Senyan's Sun Ladder gave him such a strong inspiration.

Obviously, the orcs and strong orcs were also subordinates of the Dark Lord, so Fang Senyan and the others discovered that even if these friendly forces killed these creatures, they could still get Destiny Points, but the number was very small. Ten orcs only gave one Destiny Point, and one strong orc gave one Destiny Point.

If they killed them personally, then the orc would give one Destiny Point, and the strong orc would give ten points.

Although the elves' offensive was fierce, the number of orcs was still overwhelmingly dominant, and they quickly rushed to the top of the hillside.

At this time, the giant treant, Mr. Farrell, suddenly raised the "wooden club" in his hand high, and then gave a violent sweep!

The illusion created by Franklin absorbed most of the ranged damage for Mr. Farrell, so at this time, the powerful treant was still full of energy. The tree trunk he wielded was originally seven or eight meters long. With one sweep, at least a dozen orcs were smashed away, falling down the hillside, the final impact point of the tree trunk striking the hillside, directly forming a terrifying explosion pit. The orcs near this explosion pit were a bloody mess, dying tragically.

At this time, Fang Senyan saw that the orcs pouring in below were still continuous, like a tide, he suddenly said:

"Pay attention, I'm going to use the ability given to me by the Supreme God."

Fang Senyan's words were addressed to the elves. The treant, Mr. Farrell, was the most curious of them all, because he had heard the elves describe Fang Senyan's Virus Overlord ability as miraculous before. This time, he accompanied them, not without the intention of seeing it for himself.

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1." Fang Senyan counted down slowly, then activated the Virus Overlord ability. The illusion of the eerie plant, the Sun Ladder, reappeared behind him. The invisible and intangible virus aura, like the tide of time, spread rapidly in all directions!

At this time, a loud "thump" came, the ground was shaking slightly. The giant treant, Mr. Farrell, whose branches and leaves were rustling all over his body, suddenly knelt heavily on the ground, his raised tree trunk also fell to the ground with a "thump". On his wooden face, the expression was actually terrified and twisted:

"Why, why is there such a plant!! Impossible, this feeling ahhhhh!!"

This chapter is to make up for last night. There will be three more updates today.