Dungeon of Pride, Laplace-467 Chapter 467

However, before they could take a step inside the camp, a gust of wind that dispersed the powder, came from inside the camp.

"Looks like we have some clever rats on our doorsteps. Since you all are already here, I might as well enjoy myself too" An orc many times bigger than the High orcs and red in colour, walked out from within the camp surrounded by similar looking orcs.

"Diluvian High Orcs!!" Bastian grit his teeth and stated the name of the race of orcs that massacred their alliance.

The orcs that came out, were on a different level than even the high orcs and were truly a source of nightmare for them.

"GUGA? I was wondering how brave the ones that dared to break into our camp were but it seems like the ones over here are mere baits. It looks like I wouldn't even need to step up to crush them".

Beldoom said looking at the three humans who looked already exhausted after fighting some mere foot soldiers. It then glanced at the orcs and the high orcs who were lying on the floor clutching their nose in pain.

"I see it was that repugnant powder huh? It's like you humans keep on coming up with these devious ideas" Beldoom spat, it then spoke some garbled words towards its subordinates who then fixed their eyes on the target.

Twenty five menacing Diluvian High Orcs, slowly approached the three humans who seemed to be in a dilemma as to what to do.

Bastian who was the proxy leader of this group, gulped. There was no way he was not feeling the pressure against these many Diluvian High orcs. Forget about their chances, he couldn't even see a glimmer of their victory if they fought this group of orcs.

They had no other options than to put their hopes on the stench powder and hope that it would also work on the Diluvian High orcs. Thinking so, Bastian and his team threw a pouch of stench powder towards the approaching orcs with all their strength.

However, as if they already knew what the humans were planning, they did not even bother avoiding the pouch and simply allowed the powder to spread around them.

The stench powder was powerful enough to render even a big maxed level High orc grovel in the ground, there was no way it wouldn't affect the Diluvian High orcs whose sense of smell was many times superior to ordinary orcs.

In fact, the effects of the stench powder was many times more powerful on the Diluvian High Orcs. That is only if they inhaled it, the twenty five or so diluvian High orcs marched on ignoring the stench powder around them.

"W-What it doesn't work?" the assassin cried out in shock. He was the one who brought the stench powder from the town in hopes of immobilising his enemies with this.

"Watch out, they are coming" Bastain shouted, he had already switched to his shield and sword. He used his shield to block the huge incoming club from one of the Diluvian High Orc but was still pushed far into the back in the process.

It was not only him both the other warrior and the Assassin were having a tough time contending against a single Diluvian High orc.

"GUGAGA… you humans think you are the only ones who are smart? [Wind Blast]" Beldoom laughed and used the Wind magic to disperse the powder once again. It knew that the humans had lots of this powder in their space ring and they would only be encouraging their enemy to use more of it on them if they showed any weakness against it.

Thus, using its [Coordination] skill it commanded all of the Diluvian High orcs to hold their breath for tens of minutes and ignore the powder. Doing so, not only made the enemy think that it was ineffective on them, they wouldn't be using any more of this powder on them during the fight. 𝗳𝗿𝐞ℯ𝙬𝗲𝗯n𝗼νel.𝒄𝑜𝘮

Orcs can easily hold their breath for tens of minutes thus it was no problem for the Diluvian High orcs to hold their breath while fighting.

BANG… one of Bastian's comrades, the assassin was sent far into the distance and crashed into a tree. After a while, including Bastian, all three of them were rendered bloody from head to toe and were barely holding on. fr𝚎e𝙬𝚎𝚋𝚗૦ν𝚎𝒍.c૦m

Clearly, they were far too weak to face a Diluvian High orc yet.

"GUGAGA… I think it's time for the one pulling their string from behind to come out" Beldoom muttered when suddenly a huge explosion erupted from inside their camp.

A huge wall of fire rose from the ground and divided their camp in half.

What was going on? Before Beldoom could ponder on it further, his keen senses picked up multiple scents approaching this place. The enemy was not only outside the camp, but had managed to creep inside too.

Somehow, they were able to fool their senses and sneak inside their camp.

"Snort, foolish humans even if you sneak in, General Berimal is inside. There is no need for me to worry about the intruders inside, I will simply deal with the ones that are approaching now. But before that, finish the ones in front of you" Beldoom said commanding the orcs.

The Diluvian High orcs in the front roared and applied more strength in their attacks, battering and pummelling the humans. They were just about to finish the assassin who was the weakest link in the group when suddenly an arrow brilliant blue in colour pierced through the darkness of the night and bore through the head of the Diluvian High Orc that was trying to deal the finishing blow.

<strong>THUD…</strong> that Diluvian High Orc fell down limply onto the ground.

A single attack! The other Diluvain High Orcs froze in shock, they couldn't believe one of their own was taken out by a single blow.

WHISTLE…

Another arrow came piercing the night and took out another orc sending the entire group into a frenzy.

This time though, Beldoom was able to see the direction the arrow came from. It was from their back, more precisely from the camp. One of the intruders were responsible for it.

Beldoom had no doubt in his mind, the ones that had already intruded inside their camp was the ones that were pulling the strings from the shadow. Judging from their scent, there were four of them inside.

However, what confused Beldoom was that after firing a few shots, it was as if that presence had disappeared from the place. Even he an orc commander, couldn't detect where that presence was anymore.

What's more, they have also stopped firing altogether. As much as Beldoom wanted to find the perpetrator and punish them, he had to focus his attention on the ones approaching from the front first.

From their scent, the enemy was more than twenty and given how they managed to arrive here they must be somewhat strong. Beldoom was not wrong, the ones that arrived at the camp, were Xandros and his group.

"Guild leader we found three people passed out, they are surrounded by the orcs" a subordinate reported to Xandros.

The level 504 adventurer calmly nodded his head, took out his weapon from the space and walked out of the bushes to approach the fallen warriors. His comrades boldly walked beside him.

"Are you alright… can you hear me?" He bent down to check the condition of Bastain and his group who were badly injured and were in need of immediate treatment.

"Ugh… puff" Bastian tried to open his mouth only to spit out a mouthful of blood. Xandros brought a healing potion from his space ring and sprinkled it onto the injured man.

"Ack… pl…ease… save… m..y… comrades" perhaps because the healing worked, the man was somehow able to form some words before losing consciousness.

"Yeah, don't worry" Xandros said putting the man down slowly.

"Take him to the backlines and tell the mages to cast healing on them" Xandros ordered, he had quite the favourable impression of the man who wanted to save his friend even while he himself was beaten down to the point where it would not be wrong to say that they would die if they did not heal them.

"Comradeship… huh? I didn't think I would find such great quality from some of the adventurers in this remote place". Xandros glanced at the backlines where the adventurers who were held captive inside the camp were.

"Don't worry you friends who were captured, are all fine. Although they still have their slave collar on, an alchemist should be able to get it off" There was no way the unconscious warrior would be able to hear him. Nonetheless, Xandros said it out loud.

"Now then… it seems like we are late for the show" Xnadros could see the huge wall of fire that was inside the camp, his keen eyes told him that it was no ordinary flames but infernal flames.

Whoever, that did this, had saved the captives and told them that they were from their guild. Although Xandros did not know why they would do that, he could just find that out when he meets that person.

According to the adventurers that were held captives inside the camp, the one that saved them was a maid wearing an armour who claimed that they were from the Tyrant Mountain. Xandros wanted to talk with that person and if possible, scout them to his guild.

"GUGA?!!" … the Diluvian High Orcs and the other High Orcs that came to their senses now, tried to attack the man who had disturbed them from killing their prey.

But before they could even take a few steps forward, a blade energy that came out of nowhere, decapitated all of the orcs in front at once.