All-Class Anti-Mage - Chapter 49 - Fallen Orc

“Hello there! I’ve come specifically to find you!”

As Yang Zhen finished his shout in the orc language, Babala, with tears in his eyes, asked, “How do you know the orc language? What are you looking for?”

“You know the orc language too?”

“Of course! Everyone in the Blue Moon Legion knows orc language.”

“Alright, forget I said anything.”

Yang Zhen thought to himself that this path was no longer viable, but he was certain that these green-skinned orcs wouldn’t harm them. They should be familiar with the soul guiding ritual chant; when he had chanted it last time at the Magical Beast Forest near the small town, he had received the worship of the surrounding beasts.

However, what Yang Zhen didn’t anticipate was that the orcs would respond not with worship, but with a torrential rain of arrows!

Babala’s combat instincts from training proved effective. Just as the orcs raised their bows to shoot, he instinctively ducked behind a large tree that Lulu had bumped into. Yang Zhen didn’t think the orcs would just open fire without hesitation. By the time Babala reacted and tried to pull Yang Zhen behind the tree, it was too late-the arrow rain was already upon them!

Having experienced the power of the giant spear, Yang Zhen knew that no matter how strong his physique was, he couldn’t withstand the sharp arrows of the orcs. He quickly raised his greatsword in front of him, creating a barrier as he deflected the arrows, but the fierce impact still forced him to retreat step by step!

“Thud! Thud!” Two arrows bypassed his defenses, piercing his left shoulder and left arm. He couldn’t possibly block all the arrows with his greatsword. While he could unleash fifty stabs with the anti-magic sword in a second, managing ten stabs with the greatsword was already his limit!

To stop the orcs from attacking further, he could only use his psychic consciousness to communicate with the surrounding magical beasts, commanding them to intervene in his capacity as a beast taming grandmaster. But once again, Yang Zhen failed; even the nearby fourth-tier shadow wolf wouldn’t heed his commands. No matter how he issued instructions, the magical beasts around him merely sat in place, doing nothing.

After retreating a few steps, he took an arrow in his waist to hide behind the sturdy tree. This time, the rain of arrows struck the thick trunk entirely, and both Yang Zhen and Babala, leaning against the tree, could feel the force of the projectiles-the tree trembled slightly!

Even the most patient person would lose their temper in this situation, and Yang Zhen was not exactly known for his good nature. He stood the greatsword upright by the tree, extended his right hand, and pulled out the two arrows from his left side and one from his lower back.

“You’re severely injured! You need immediate medical attention!” Babala’s eyes bulged out; how could he be more barbaric than us barbarians?

“Can you treat me?” Yang Zhen glanced at the serious-faced barbarian. Babala opened his mouth but couldn’t say a word; he could only do simple bandaging, and for injuries like Yang Zhen’s, he could only watch helplessly, especially since the arrows were poisoned. Yang Zhen smiled and patted his nervous cheek, saying, “No need! Just watch how I deal with these bastards!”

With that, Yang Zhen lifted his greatsword again and vanished before the barbarian’s eyes. Babala slapped his forehead, realizing he forgot that Yang Zhen was an assassin, but… who ever heard of an assassin using such a large dagger?

After several barrages of arrow rain, a leader among the Orcs waved his hand from a distance, prompting nearly a hundred sturdy archers around him to cease their attack. The leader, his eyes tinged with a dark aura, scanned the surroundings. Immediately, dozens of orc warriors wielding heavy swords advanced towards a large tree. He then issued commands to another orc beside him.

“Go tell Lanxia that the invading humans are extremely powerful, and we cannot hold them off for long. Please ask Lanxia to…” His command was never completed, for as Yang Zhen appeared behind him, the orc leader’s head rolled off his shoulders.

With such a large dagger executing a fourth-level ultimate skill aimed at beheading, it was bound to sever the head. Moreover, could the force of Yang Zhen’s anger-infused blow be small? The orc who hadn’t fully heard the command screamed as nearly a hundred orc archers nearby simultaneously turned and aimed their arrows at Yang Zhen.

Yang Zhen had to kill the messenger orc preparing to send the message, or else he could not withstand another wave of orc warriors. The deadly poison within him had already begun to act, and he faced an unprecedented crisis. The poison paralyzed his nerves, and the sixth halo, which could evolve during combat, unexpectedly stopped changing.

However, when he used Shadow Assault and thrust his greatsword at the orc, he witnessed a scene he could never have believed. The messenger orc pulled out a magical beast hide scroll, and the material of the scroll was made from magical beast hide!

If someone said that the Orcs used scrolls, Yang Zhen wouldn’t be overly surprised. But a magical beast hide scroll? Yang Zhen would never believe it. Orcs might wear magical beast hide as armor, signifying a connection to the magical beast bloodline, but they definitely lacked the ability to craft such hides into scrolls.

Yet, this scene was real before his eyes. Paralyzed by the poison, Yang Zhen couldn’t even draw his anti-magic sword in time… his greatsword missed its mark. The space scroll had already transported the messenger orc away!

Yang Zhen’s crisis was not over, as nearly a hundred orc archers still aimed their bows at him. Meanwhile, the sounds of Babala fighting with dozens of orc warriors could be heard in the distance, and Yang Zhen had to hurry to join them. The barbarians’ swordsmanship was even worse than his, yet he possessed the assassin’s ultimate skill, while Babala had nothing.

Just as nearly a hundred orc archers drew their bow and arrows, the human who had been nearby vanished again. Before they could decide whether to shoot, Yang Zhen had already appeared among them. His jagged greatsword, like the Fallen God’s scythe reaping lives, swung through the group of orc archers, instantly cleaving seven of them at the waist!

They were archers specially trained by the Orcs, growing up with nothing but the bows in their hands. Once an enemy closed in, it spelled their doom!

In Yang Zhen’s hands, the assassin’s ultimate skill lacked elegance, embodying only bloody violence. He executed all his assassination techniques right in front of everyone, yet no one could block the jagged greatsword in his hands. Many orc archers attempted to overpower him with their natural strength, but Yang Zhen merely caught them by the neck and hurled them ten meters against a tree, turning them into pulp!

These archers had to be eliminated; otherwise, Yang Zhen would hesitate to rush in and rescue Babala. As nearly a hundred archers stubbornly refused to flee were cut down by him, Yang Zhen began to feel a heaviness in his head. The poison was spreading rapidly; if it weren’t for the odd strength of a little piglet guarding his heart, he wouldn’t have had the willpower to stop most of the toxins from reaching above his neck!

Surrounding magical beasts sat quietly on the ground, their eyes clouded with confusion. Each magical beast scrutinized Yang Zhen, assessing the figure standing there. They ignored the deaths of the orcs, and even the suffering that Yang Zhen and Babala endured seemed to them like a mere play.

What did they stand for? Yang Zhen no longer had the time to ponder; as long as they didn’t attack, he still had a chance!

He shook his head fiercely, lifting it like a ferocious lion, directing his gaze towards Babala. The barbarian was covered in blood, surrounded by dozens of shorter orc warriors. From a distance, Yang Zhen could hear the sound of weapons striking flesh.

Yang Zhen felt a twinge of regret; why hadn’t he saved all the scrolls for the barbarian? If he had, those orc warriors wouldn’t have had the upper hand. Unfortunately, he didn’t know that even if he had given the scrolls to Babala, the barbarian wouldn’t have used a single one! In Babala’s mind, there were comrades who only ate two meals a day, and who would soon reduce it to one. Pulling a scroll like Yang Zhen would be a complete waste!

This was a dire test; Yang Zhen had little strength left to move. He needed to conserve some willpower to counteract the poison, but how could he save the blood-soaked Babala? The moment the barbarian fell, it would follow with him!

Yang Zhen sheathed his greatsword and lowered himself to pick up the orc bow and quiver lying on the ground, loading an arrow onto the bow! With a “thud,” he angrily tossed aside the broken bow, muttering, “Broken bow!” If these fallen orc archers were to come back to life and heard Yang Zhen’s opinion of their bows, they would likely die of anger once more!

Once again, Yang Zhen nocked an arrow, and the memory of the ranged assassin’s ultimate skill surged within him. He drew back his bow and unleashed a level three Piercing Arrow, penetrating four orc warriors surrounding the barbarian! Before the remaining orc warriors could react, he fired off three more Piercing Arrows, and more than half of them fell to the ground!

When had these orcs ever seen such deadly arrows? Their companions fell as if struck down by a strong wind, except that while grass could rise again, their comrades would never get back up. As only four remained, they scattered in a panic.

Yang Zhen’s limit was three Piercing Arrows at once. For the last one, he had to draw the bow again, which was a hassle. He quickly nocked another arrow, spinning around sharply as he released it! A fifth-level Whirling Arrow shot forth, tracing a graceful arc of death through the air, effortlessly bypassing a large tree, striking each of the fleeing orc warriors one after the other!

“Are you sure you’re a melee assassin?” Babala, bloodied and propped up by his greatsword, stared in disbelief. A melee assassin wielding an enormous dagger had already surpassed his expectations, and now this assassin was demonstrating exceptional archery skills! The barbarian felt his brain was starting to short-circuit… truth be told, it had never functioned particularly well.

“Well, actually, I’m a dual cultivation assassin, and also a sword cultivator,” Yang Zhen replied curtly, cutting off any further questions from Babala. Who knew what new inquiries would arise in his mind?

“Can you move?” Yang Zhen followed up with urgency. If that messenger orc escaped, he knew another wave of orcs would be coming soon; they needed to flee!

“No!” the barbarian straightforwardly shook his head, being both direct and honest.

Yang Zhen shook his head in frustration, acknowledging that he had just asked a pointless question. If Babala could move, would he still be leaning on his sword like that? With the barbarian’s constitution, requiring a cane meant he was in a dire state, just like Yang Zhen himself.

Attempting to take a step, Yang Zhen felt no response; the potent neurotoxin had severed his control over his lower limbs. He believed that soon he wouldn’t even be able to move his arms. It was at this moment that the group of magical beasts that had been watching them finally reacted. Instead of attacking the two, they bolted in the same direction, fleeing in panic.

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