Chapter 878 Attacking the Base: Facing Orobir

Chapter 878 Attacking the Base: Facing Orobir

"Hmmm, your method of dispelling the wards is quite ... different." Theron suddenly said in a whisper as Reign glanced at him with slight confusion.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, it's definitely effective, don't think I mean differently, it's just ... unrefined."

"You are not following the patterns of the wards, you're not trying to destabilize or truly dispel them, instead, you are simply using brute force to rip them apart before they could do a single thing."

"I have to say, this is the first time I seen a person that has such control over mana and uses it in such a way, most people try to destabilize the wards from within before turning them obsolete, causing them to stop working."

"What you are doing is akin to ripping apart a net, but doing it in such a manner that the ward doesn't even realize it, it is quite interesting and different from the ways I know."

"It's the fastest way, that's why I do it like that." Reign said as Theron agreed and even chuckled a bit. nOVelb1n

"That, my friend, is definitely true."

The team, having successfully infiltrated the enemy base, moved cautiously through the shadows. Theron and Reign continued to work in tandem, disabling magical wards and defensive arrays as they progressed deeper into the heart of the base. The rest of the group followed, their senses heightened, ready for any unexpected challenges.

As they neared the central command area, Lumi whispered to Reign, "We should cause some chaos, distract them while you take down their leader. Confusion will work in our favor."

Reign nodded in agreement. Lumi, with a mischievous grin, unleashed her Trickster abilities. Illusions danced through the air, creating phantom images of enemy soldiers and false sounds of approaching threats. The defenders of the base caught off guard, scrambled to respond, their attention diverted.

In the midst of the chaos, Reign, Gideon, and Seraphina advanced towards Orobir's location. The towering figure, clad in heavy armor and wielding a massive warhammer, turned to face them. His combat aura emanated a palpable pressure, signaling the immense power he possessed.

Theron, keenly aware of the unfolding situation, readied himself for a confrontation with the enemy commander. The hooded Siabas, Solis, Elara, and Athlaston positioned themselves strategically, prepared to intervene if needed as well as to stop any enemy Tier Vs.

Reign walked toward Orobir who was staring at them and clenching his Warhammer.

The battle raged on, a chaotic dance of blades, magic, and brute strength. Orobir, though powerful, found himself challenged by Reign's speed and precision. Reign, in turn, utilized his mana control to unleash devastating strikes against the towering elf.

"You talk too much," Orobir grunted, frustrated by Reign's constant taunts. He swung his warhammer with renewed determination, aiming to crush his elusive opponent. Reign, however, continued to evade and counter, his dual swords a blur of deadly precision.

As the skirmish unfolded, Theron noticed a shift in the enemy commander's tactics. The commander, recognizing Theron's proficiency in arcane arts, attempted to exploit a momentary distraction to land a decisive blow. Theron, perceptive as ever, countered the maneuver and redirected the magical assault back at the enemy.

In the midst of the chaos, Siabas, the hooded man, observed the battle with keen interest. His mysterious demeanor concealed a formidable set of skills, and he chose his moments carefully. When an enemy Tier V attempted to flank the group, Siabas stepped forward, unleashing a barrage of shadowy attacks that left the opponent bewildered.

Gideon, surrounded by adversaries, roared with determination. His massive weapon cleaved through the enemy ranks, creating disruptions and not allowing them to group up easily. The team's synergy, a blend of diverse abilities and combat styles, proved effective against the overwhelming odds.

Even though none were truly fighting together, their individual strength was so great that simply by fighting on the same side, they were able to hold off so many enemies at the same time.

"Enough of your little games!" Orobir suddenly roared as his combat aura exploded out of him.

A purple haze covered him before he struck down at Reign who once again blocked the attack, only to be shocked as his knees struck the ground that caved in by a good meter or so.

He was forced to go down on his knees, and even though this was not the first time such a thing had happened, he was still a bit surprised.

"Are you an idiot or something, of course, this would happen, his strength is already above yours, even with you planting your feet down and doing your best to stand your ground previously, he was still pushing you back with ease when pitting your strength against him."

"What did you think would happen after he used his combat aura, boy?!" Aethion roared in Reign's head, to which Reign chuckled as he knew he was right.

"Still smiling, I wonder how long you'll be able to do so?" Orobir asked as he pushed his hammer further, but Reign simply sighed.

"This combat aura is truly a great thing, unfortunately, fighters like you, who lean on their aggression and anger are just at too big of a disadvantage against me."

"I wanted to give you a chance, but you didn't capitalize on it." Reign said before smirking at Orobir who sensed danger, but before he could do a thing, he suddenly felt immense pain coursing through his body.

His combat aura immediately destabilized from the soul attack, and his head felt as if it was going to split in half.

"Without good control over your emotions, the combat aura is way too easy to be disrupted, only those that have the opposite kind of aura compared to you are worth mentioning in front of me." Reign said as he stood up and stared at Orobir who was now kneeling on the ground, both of his hands clutching his head.