cnatrainingtips Chapter 603 The Great Shaman of the Beastmen
Chapter 603 The Great Shaman of the Beastmen
In the back row were shamans and archers, with totem poles standing tall in the array, each entwined with shadow energy, like black snakes climbing the poles.
The 3,000-strong reserve force mentioned on the marching map arrived ahead of schedule.
No, that's not right—it's more than three thousand.
Lin Tian closed his eyes and expanded his perception to its limit.
Three thousand five hundred.
At least three thousand five hundred.
Adding to the remnants that had been regrouped after their initial rout on the northern front, the total number of Orc troops gathered outside the northern gate may approach four thousand.
Four thousand elite beastmen, while the entire garrison of the opposite Great Gorge City numbered less than fifteen hundred.
The Orcs were outnumbered three to one, and their individual combat strength was already a level above that of the Humans.
At the very front of the army, there was a person walking at the very front.
He wore a blood-red shaman's robe, embroidered with dark gold totem runes, each rune glowing faintly, as if it were alive and moving across the fabric.
With each step he took, he left a faint, dark red footprint on the frozen ground—a trace of shadow energy seeping from his feet into the earth.
He held a white bone staff in his hand, with three fist-sized shadow crystals embedded at the top. Black flames flickered inside the crystals, and each flicker caused the surrounding air to distort.
Behind him followed a hundred elite guards—not ordinary orc infantry, but shaman guards of level 78 or above, clad in black bone armor, wielding rune battle axes, their steps as synchronized as a war machine.
His level and information popped up on the system panel.
[Orcish High Shaman Bloodhoof] (BOSS)
[Level: 85]
The city wall fell silent.
Everyone saw that level—level 85, a boss-level BOSS.
This one was two levels higher than the barbarian leader that Lin Tian had killed before, and he was a shaman.
A shaman who can maintain the effects of five totems simultaneously is ten times more threatening on the battlefield than a warrior of the same level.
Fang Ping stood next to Lin Tian, his mouth opened as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything.
His fingers rubbed the hilt of the knife repeatedly until his knuckles turned white.
The shaman elder stopped three hundred meters from the city wall.
He looked up at the city wall, his gaze sweeping over the densely packed soldiers on it, before locking onto one person—Lin Tian.
"The one who killed my disciple, step forward."
His voice wasn't loud, but every word struck the city wall like a heavy hammer.
His voice, enveloped in shadow energy, echoed above the walls of Great Canyon City, extinguishing all the torches on the walls.
Some of the lower-ranking soldiers covered their ears, their faces contorted in pain.
The city wall fell silent again.
All eyes turned to Lin Tian.
Fang Ping stood next to Lin Tian, his hand unconsciously tightening its grip on the knife hilt.
He wanted to say something, but his lips moved and he said nothing.
Because he knew that in this situation, saying anything would be meaningless.
Colin walked over from the other side of the city wall and stood a step behind Lin Tian, his right hand already on the hilt of his sword.
The ten veteran commandos behind him followed, each with an expressionless face, but they had formed a semi-circular defensive formation, ready to charge at any moment.
Qin Zhi walked over from the inside of the city wall and stood next to Lin Tian.
"He specifically asked for you." Qin Zhi's voice was calm. "You can choose not to go. There are three hundred archers on the city wall, a defensive barrier, and all of us. He can't break through."
"But he'll keep blocking the entrance," Lin Tian said. "The reinforcements won't arrive for five days. If he blocks the entrance for five days, the morale of the people in the city will collapse."
Qin Zhi remained silent for three seconds.
She knew Lin Tian was right.
The shaman elder doesn't need to attack; he only needs to surround the Great Gorge City. In three or five days, the city's food will run out, morale will collapse, and some people might even secretly open the city gates and surrender.
"So I have to go," Lin Tian said.
Celia emerged halfway from the shadows, rested her head on his shoulder, and then melted back into the shadows.
She didn't say anything, but Lin Tian could sense her emotions—not fear, but a kind of obsessive anger.
Fang Ping finally spoke up: "Lin Tian, that's an 85-level boss."
"I know."
"He has three thousand five hundred beastmen behind him."
"I know that too."
"You fucking—"
Fang Ping didn't finish speaking.
Because Lin Tian had already climbed over the city wall.
Without using Star Leap or stealth, he simply jumped down from the city wall, landing on the frozen ground at the base of the wall, and then walked step by step toward the shaman elder.
The soldiers guarding the city wall all held their breath.
Lin Tian covered the 300-meter distance in half a minute.
Each step was firm and solid, the boots sinking into the frozen ground with a dull thud.
The cold wind blew against his face, making the hem of his clothes flutter loudly.
He walked slowly, not out of fear, but because he was using that half minute to go over all the battle plans in his mind again.
Three hundred meters.
Two hundred meters.
One hundred meters.
Fifty meters.
He stopped twenty meters in front of the shaman elder.
This distance is almost impossible for an 85-level shaman and a 74-level player to survive.
The shaman elder looked at him, his dark red eyes showing no anger or hatred, only something indescribable—perhaps curiosity.
"Level 74." The shaman elder's voice, amplified by shadow energy, echoed like thunder across the wasteland. "A level 74 human killed my level 83 disciple."
He tilted his head, as if looking at an interesting object.
"Tell me, how did you do that?"
Lin Tian remained silent.
He knew the shaman elder wasn't waiting for an answer, but was wasting his time.
In the time it took to say those few words, the orc army behind the shaman elder had already completed its battle formation. The heavy infantry formed two mobile shield walls on both sides, the wolf riders stood by on both flanks, and the shamans began to chant buff spells.
Every second buys the orc army more time to prepare.
The shaman elder raised his bone staff and slammed it to the ground.
thump.
Five totem poles rose up simultaneously from the ground around him.
The first one, the Crimson Totem—increases the attack power of the entire army by 30%.
A dark red light spread from the totem pole, like a blood-red ripple, sweeping across the entire orc formation.
All the orc soldiers' eyes turned dark red, their muscles swelled, and their breathing became heavy and rapid.
The second one, Shadow Totem - increases shadow skill damage by 50% and shadow resistance by 30%.
Black smoke billowed from the totem pole, enveloping a fifty-meter radius around the shaman elder, while shadow energy condensed behind him into a gigantic phantom of a black wolf.