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This was Enrico's honest admission, and even the thought of it was terrifying. Jin Luosha's light power completely suppressed his dark power. No matter how ingenious Enrico's tactics were, they would be laughable against Jin Luosha's overwhelming power. Therefore, if he hadn't confirmed that Jin Luosha was no longer in the northwest, Enrico wouldn't even have considered engaging in a direct battle with the orcs, as it would have been a certain defeat.

However...

"But if we can just hold out today, as long as we can win today's battle, then with the solid defense of the entire northwest, even if that light magic girl returns, I can still face her head-on."

Thinking this, the young Dark Magic Apprentice abruptly altered the signal in his hand. Soon, the entire rebel army's front line automatically parted. The orcs, who were fighting against them, naturally charged forward, only to face a dark spear forged entirely from magic. Then, with a deafening "boom," hundreds of human soldiers and dozens of orc warriors were reduced to ash, and several times as many were wounded. Following this, the rebel army's front line closed ranks, encircling the remaining enemies. At the same time, a dark red magical aura enveloped a large number of rebel soldiers. These previously exhausted warriors immediately had red light shining in their eyes, roaring as they charged, momentarily holding their own against the orcs.

After unleashing two powerful dark spells in quick succession, Enrico sighed to himself. The "Dark Dragon Spear" was manageable, but the eighth-level spell "Bloodthirsty War Drum" was essentially a spell that drained the soldiers' life force. Although it temporarily restored and enhanced their strength, they would soon become utterly exhausted, and their fate would be to be ripped apart by the enemy. However, with the battle reaching this point and the entire battle line on the verge of collapse, he had no better choice. Without using these self-destructive moves, they couldn't hold out for even an hour.

Haha, the soldiers believed in him, the 'War Magician,' but who could he turn to for salvation?

Just as Enrico himself was beginning to feel despair, the goddess of fate once again favored this young man. In the distant southern sky, three fiery red orbs suddenly ascended, hovering for a full minute before detonating with a thunderous roar.

"Victory! Our army has taken the three cities—"

"We have won—"

"Hooray! Long live the Light God! Long live the Dark God! Long live the Magician—"

At that moment, in the eyes of all the fighting rebel soldiers, the light of the three small signal orbs outshone the sun, for it was victory, life, the flash of the future, and the gods' favor and blessing once again.

Even the wounded rebel soldiers rallied, charging at the enemy without a second thought. Faced with this terrifying, berserk-like momentum and the unfavorable news from the rear, the orc commanders finally chose to retreat.

Cheers reverberated across the desolate battlefield, continuing even as the sun dipped below the horizon.

In the distance, on a towering mountain overlooking the battlefield, two other figures also witnessed this moment of victory.

"Kekekeke—quite a talented kid. It seems my masterpiece hasn't been disgraced in his hands." A golden skull, bathed in the sunset's glow, gleamed as it gestured haughtily toward the distant battlefield below, speaking in a hoarse, grating voice. "Every spell he uses perfectly matches the changes on the battlefield. Such talent surpasses even those so-called archmages. Kekeke, but, I say, golden-feathered bird boy, aren't you the sworn enemy of that little apprentice? You just watched him achieve victory and did nothing?"

Standing beside the Lich "King of the Undead" was none other than Qigefei, the young Sword Emperor of the Golden Eagle tribe, who had been lingering in the northwest. In response to the golden skull's question, he merely shook his wings and calmly replied, "What should I have done? Helped the Orc King earn merit?"

"Kekekeke, it seems you have some... how should I put it? Admiration, appreciation, or perhaps even concern for that boy? Ah, could it be that during the long battles, you've developed a special, transcending race and gender affection for him?" The "King of the Undead" laughed weirdly, only to be struck by Qigefei's sword. However, as a Lich, he was immune to all physical attacks. Even though his golden skull was split in two by the sword, it immediately returned to its original state. He continued, "But your master has tasked you with retrieving the Black Crystal Bone Dragon and eliminating the rebel army's threat to the orc alliance. Kekeke, don't forget your mission."

"No need to worry, everything has already been planned." The Golden Eagle youth coldly replied, his eyes filled with a fierce fighting spirit.

Heroic Werewolf Scroll Chapter 63: Who Schemes as Night Falls on Black City

At midnight, the soldiers celebrating their victory had already fallen into a deep sleep. Although their joy had not yet fully subsided, their exhausted bodies could no longer hold out. Fortunately, Enrico had already mobilized another group of soldiers to take over the city's defense, and the orc army was far away, so he could rest assured and let the soldiers who had fought during the day get a complete rest.

However, the rebel army, having just taken over the city, was still lacking in many aspects. The city, having changed hands several times, was already scarred, and even the magic alarm system couldn't be activated. Therefore, while they could defend against large armies, they were powerless against a few top-tier experts.

Moreover, the one who came tonight was a top-tier expert among experts.

In the red moonlight, a black shadow flashed by. None of the city's guards could clearly see the fleeting change of light and shadow, let alone discern that the shadow was a young eagle tribesman with golden wings.

It was none other than the "Eagle King" Qigefei.

Qigefei, now a Sword Emperor-level expert, could achieve astonishing speed even without manifesting his combat energy. He easily passed through the rebel army's perimeter and landed on the city lord's mansion in the city center. However, while his movements could elude the rebel soldiers, they couldn't escape the notice of his old adversary, whom he had fought dozens of times. Therefore, the moment he landed, the entire city lord's mansion rippled with dark magical energy, indicating that the master of the house had already prepared for battle.