Chapter 2387 Tactics

Chapter 2387 Tactics

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The potions the acolytes threw were the infamous [Chututlu Bombs], one of Emery's ingenious alchemical creations. The bombs erupted upon impact, unleashing a massive wall of flames that ignited the battlefield. As the fire dissipated, it left behind a sinister, highly corrosive residue that clung to everything it touched.

"What grade is that? It's stronger than a tier 5 spell!" Magus Siiri exclaimed, her astonishment evident as she watched the destruction unfold.

Emery gave a slight nod, then calmly explained that the Chututlu Bomb was originally designed as a tier 6 potion, effective against magus-level opponents. But since the acolyte would lose points for using magus-grade items, he equipped them with the tier 5 version. More than enough to handle the orcs.

The devastation was immediate. Dozens of orcs were killed outright in the fiery explosion, their bodies either charred or melted by the acid-like residue that clung to them.

Those who survived the initial blast were left writhing in agony as the corrosive substance ate through their armor and flesh, their pained cries echoing across the desert. Even the powerful orc warchief, who had led the charge, was caught in the inferno, visibly wounded and struggling to recover.

This sight broke the orcs' momentum, their morale plummeting at the sight of their leader injured and their forces crumbling. Seizing the rare opening, Ha Ron sprang into action, his figure a dark blur as he streaked toward the wounded warchief. But multiple orc champions moved swiftly, positioning themselves in front of their leader. They roared their defiance, shields raised and weapons poised, ready to defend their chief to the death.

Unfazed, Ha Ron swung his blade, channeling his energy into a devastating [Shadow Edge]. The blade cleaved through the air, a dark arc of power slicing straight through one of the champions, splitting him cleanly in two. The force of the strike carried through, grazing the warchief with a deep, brutal cut that left blood splattering across the sand.

Despite the wound, it wasn't enough to bring the warchief down.

"Ghak'zrak uhnak!"

Having trained together numerous times at the academy, the acolytes quickly fell into formation alongside their Chizpur counterparts, creating a nearly impenetrable wall of defense. With the stone creatures standing resolute, the acolytes were now able to execute their attacks with greater ease, racking up kills against the stunned orc warriors.

Emery glanced over at Magus Sirri, whose expression was a mixture of surprise and admiration. He understood the underlying mechanics of the academy's guidelines and knew that the assistance of the young Chizpur creatures was still within the rules.

With a confident smile, he turned to Sirri and said, "Please count their points properly."

The battle raged on for two hours, the sun hanging low in the sky and casting long shadows across the desert. Despite having decimated nearly half of the enemy horde, the young acolytes were visibly fatigued—many of them gasping for breath, their swings slowing, and their reactions growing sluggish.

Yet, rather than retreating to regroup, Emery made a crucial decision. He permitted the acolytes to take the tier 5 recovery pills, designed to restore their health while enhancing their spirit pool regeneration. As the acolytes consumed the pills, a vibrant energy coursed through their bodies, refreshing their spirits and fortifying their resolve. They could feel their strength returning, fueling their desire to continue the fight for a few more hours.

Magus Sirri, watching from the sidelines, shook her head in disapproval. "It's unwise to push them this hard," she muttered. "You should pull them back and let them fight another day."

Emery acknowledged her concerns; he understood that constant reliance on potions and pills could have lasting effects, particularly for acolytes who hadn't yet undergone a full magus transformation. Natural healing was preferable, especially in the long run. But Emery had his reasons for keeping them in this prolonged fight.

Minutes later, the reasoning behind his decision became evident.

"They are here," Emery announced, as he focused his divine sense on the horizon.

A subtle shift in the air accompanied the revelation, their figures emerging over the dunes in disciplined formations. The dark elves force approaches the battlefield.