"Any color can go, and maybe every color can't go!"

Xunying Thief panted for a while and said: "There must be a pattern, but I can't think of the pattern..."

His voice became weaker and weaker: "I have been observing for a long time... and I can't guess the connection. I can only follow the route that the elves walked in... It looks like a simple maze."

"Can't the poisonous needle be seen?" the orc leader asked again.

"Yes...they're hard to see when they're inserted in the grass." The Swift Shadow Thief struggled to take out a poisonous needle from his body and handed it to the orc leader: "It's made of shipbuilding nails...it's very hard. The long ones are inserted in the Underground...short outcrops...just enough to pierce the instep."

The orc leader took the iron needle and found that the shadow thief's face began to turn purple, and black blood began to ooze from the corners of his eyes, nose and mouth.

When the orc leader got the iron needle, the Swift Shadow Thief's hands were already frozen in the air, and his pupils were dilated and dim. Obviously, his life was in critical condition, so he stopped the thief from continuing to speak, and called 10 shamans to treat him at all costs.

The orc leader ordered the retreat just in time, and four hundred new orc warriors and a dozen warlocks responded. At least half of the attacking troops retreated, while the rest of the orcs were all killed in battle under the accelerated shrinkage of the elves.

The orcs and warlocks who responded did not dare to stay for long and quickly withdrew. Although half of the attacking team withdrew, many people in this half were also poisoned. Most of the poison is from the armor pierced by the arrow branch, and the arrow is inserted into the flesh, and a small part is the poison from the poisoned needle.

The orc soldiers who charged ahead and were poisoned earlier were either killed directly or died of poisoning. There were also a considerable number of people who were poisoned and unable to act during the retreat, and were directly killed by the elves who caught up behind them.

The 50 shamans in the orc team were busy treating and detoxifying the poisoned soldiers. The orc leader called a shaman to ask about the wounded.

"The situation is not very good!" The orc shaman was worried: "There are at least 10 kinds of toxins mixed, and each soldier has to disperse them at least three times to disperse the main toxins.

If you hit more than two arrows, you need to dispel at least 5-6 times to dispel the superimposed toxin components. For the remaining traces of toxins, our shamans cannot treat them for the time being.

Those toxins with less components can no longer threaten the lives of the wounded soldiers, they will only be weak for a period of time. There are too many poisoned people, and the number of our shamans is too small. We can only give priority to keeping the lives of the soldiers. "

"You guys did a great job!" The orc leader nodded.

He handed the poisonous needle brought by the Xunying thief to the shaman: "This is a poisonous needle that has not been stained with blood. It may be helpful for you to treat soldiers."

The shaman took the poisonous needle, probed it with magic for a while, took it out and gave it to other shamans, then turned around and came back: "Boss, the poison on this poisonous needle is very complicated." The shaman frowned and said, "But it is in the air. It will decompose in the medium, and it will be decomposed in a maximum of two hours."

"Two hours?" the orc leader asked, "Does it mean that after two hours, it will be a non-toxic ordinary iron nail?"

"Yes! Leader." The shaman said: "If the elves don't poison the poisonous needle in another hour, the poison on the ground will not pose any threat to us orcs."

"Do you think it's possible?" the orc leader asked with a wry smile.

"This..." the shaman was speechless.

"This is a swampy area, and there are no big trees." The orc leader sighed and said, "Otherwise, we can use the logs to roll over and destroy their poison needle array, and the soldiers can follow the logs' rolling traces to attack the elves."

"Boss, do you mean not to continue the attack?" Shaman asked.

"If you shamans and warlocks have a way to burn all the grass or cloth strips on the ground there, we can attack."

The orc leader glanced at the shaman and said: "The elves are distinguished by the color of the linen strips on the ground. Is there any poisonous needles there? Burn all the strips of them. If no one can see them, you can fight them." .But, can you do it?"

The orc shaman said: "The elves have at least 600 mages, while we shamans and warlocks only have about 200 people. The difference in magic power is too far, and elf archers are also a great threat to our magic profession. Unless …Warlocks can summon all the infernals to assist in combat."

"That's impossible! Our goal is to capture Proudmoore's Menethil Harbor. If the soul fragments are exhausted halfway, what else can we do after arriving at Menethil Harbor? Although we have siege stones How to make siege tools, but here is a swamp. There is not enough big wood, let us make siege catapults." The orc leader said.

"If only we had flying mounts!" the shaman sighed looking at the elf formation in front of him.

"Fortunately, the alliance doesn't have too many flying troops!" The orc leader said with a smile: "We will attack after dark, and neither side will see the color of the cloth strips on the second surface at night. In addition, give the two people on the border of the wetland Message from the Legion that they enter the wetlands and attack Proudmoore's Nethil Harbor together."

"So now..." the orc shaman asked.

"After treating the wounded soldiers and making the necessary defensive arrangements, all rest." said the orc leader.

"Sir, the orcs have stopped attacking." An old ranger commander came over and said.

"I see, Owl Ranger has a reconnaissance team, what are they doing?" Habayashi Xueying asked.

"It's resting. Except for a small number of people who are doing defense, everyone else is resting." Said the leader of the ranger troop.

"Rest?" Habayashi Blood Eagle asked strangely: "You read that right? This doesn't fit the combat style of orcs. They are always brave and not afraid of death. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com"

"That's right, they are resting! The behavior of the orcs is very strange. Could it be that they gave up their attack?" said the ranger captain.

"No!" Habayashi Blood Eagle shook his head and looked at the sun in the sky and said, "What do they want to do so early? It's not even noon yet."

"Could it be that they found out that our poison will dissipate in only two hours, so they have to wait?" the ranger captain said.

Yubayashi Xueying thought for a while and said, "It's possible, they have thieves coming, and it's not difficult to bring one or two poisonous needles back. How much poison do we have?"

"There are about six bottles per person. If the arrows, iron needles, and caltrops are all poisoned, they can be painted three times at most." The ranger captain said.

"That is to say, if we want to maintain a poisonous state, we can't support it until dark, right?" Habayashi Xueying asked.

"Yes!" said the ranger captain.

"What are you going to do?" Habayashi Xueying asked.