Shireuga panted as he tried to catch his breath. The fight was dragging on because Crockta and an unknown gnome riding on a wyvern had appeared out of nowhere.0

“Anor! Use your strength! Raise the dead!” exclaimed Tiyo.0

“Just maintaining Boro is hard enough!”0

“Didn’t you revive a bunch of orcs last time?!”0

“I have to get on the ground to do that. It’s scary. I’m running out of strength…”0

“Dammit, you are useless!”0

“What? Fu…” Anor made muffled sounds as Tiyo put his hand over his mouth to prevent him from cussing.0

The sound of chatter above Shireuga’s head got on his nerves, but there was no way to shoot or bring it down. The wyvern swiftly swerved and dodged the attack even when the orcs threw weapons and fired arrows at them.0

Luckily, the artifact’s artillery fire gradually subsided. The gnome seemed to have run out of energy as he was no longer able to freely fire his magic bullets.0

The orcs were slowly recovering their chance of victory. The Great Warriors were chopping off the heads of dark elf archers one by one and blocking the attacks of the dual sword wielder through coordinated attacks. Even the strongest warrior couldn’t hold up to multiple Great Warriors targeting him.0

Crockta, the orc warrior from...0