"Bang bang bang."

The sound of the weapon slicing through flesh was completely covered up, and all that could be heard in Xhosa's ears was the muffled sound of flesh being knocked away by the horse.

Screams sounded one after another, and Xhosa stepped forward to step forward, but found that he could not help at all - because such a rapid attack was impossible for the orcs without wargs to defend... In their field of vision, those knights

From appearing to disappearing, it takes no more than three seconds!

The night has become the biggest obstacle for the orcs to counterattack, but it has also become the biggest cover for human raids.

"Go to the warg quickly! Go quickly!"

Xhosa tried to calm down and gave orders loudly. Three or four of the orcs who were attacked by the cavalry not far away were chopped and flew away. Three others were hit with their chests dented, vomiting blood in their mouths, and completely losing their combat effectiveness. The remaining ones gradually left the tent one after another.

The orc who got up heard his order and immediately ran towards where the warg should have been. However, after running a few steps, he discovered that a team of seven people had appeared in the darkness again!

In a neat line, with maximum impact and lethality, when these cavalry roared past, the orcs had no time to parry, let alone the so-called "counterattack" - the war horses passed by quickly, and four or five orcs

Got chopped and flown out again...

"How could this happen...how could this happen..."

Kosa's hand holding the scimitar was shaking. He never thought that a team of thirty-three wolf cavalry would suffer such a blow. Although the opponent seemed to have only two seven-man teams in total, he understood that in the orcs,

At night with limited vision, enemies on horseback are a complete nightmare!

"Tell me where the wargs are?! Damn it, who's watching the wargs?"

He was cursing like this, but the orcs beside him were running in a panic. They wanted to look for the wargs, but due to their eyesight, they couldn't see the group of sleeping animals just a hundred meters away. In the end, there was

The orc remembered the way to communicate with the warg, imitating the howl of the warg, and only confirmed the location after receiving the warg's response.

It was only then that they realized that the location of these wargs seemed a bit far away.

The burning fire in the tent gradually illuminated the surroundings, and Xhosa realized that his surroundings had turned into a sea of ​​flames. He roared angrily, and suddenly realized that he didn't know what order to give - to let his subordinates gather together, or to let them charge.

Mount a warg in the past to fight back?

After thinking for a few seconds, he finally pointed to the distance and shouted: "Run! Run towards the wargs! Don't wait here!"

Then he called two of his subordinates to protect him, and prepared to rush towards the direction of the warg together, but before he took a few steps, a handful of blood was splashed on his face without any warning...

A warm feeling came, and the unique salty smell of blood rushed straight into his nose. At this moment, the hair on Xhosa's back suddenly exploded as he was running. The feeling of extreme danger immediately made him raise his scimitar to block it.

Side of the body——

"Click!"

The sound of metal colliding made his ears ring a little, and the huge force hit him, causing his body to stagger a few steps and almost fall. However, although Xhosa looked big and round, he was extremely agile. He rolled on the spot, and when he stood up, he was already using his scimitar to protect him.

In front of him, he squinted at the attacker who appeared unnoticed.

Everything happened in a flash of lightning. When he raised his eyes, the first thing Xhosa saw was the fallen body of his subordinate... The top of the opponent's neck was completely bare, and his head had gone somewhere long ago, and blood spurted out.

Splashing, the scene is weird.

Next to the body was the short attacker who suddenly appeared.

In the eyes of the orcs, this guy wearing black leather armor can really only be called "skinny". He is a head shorter than Xhosa, his shoulders are half narrower, and his waist is probably not as thick as Xhosa's thighs... His image cannot bring anyone to the world at all.

Any visual impact from the orcs would even make Xhosa feel like he could trample the opponent to death with just a lift.

"Kill him!"

A shout came out immediately. When Xhosa stood up, another subordinate had already swung his sword to attack the thin attacker.

angle!

In his mind, human beings cannot resist the all-out attack of the orcs after all. If the opponent resists forcefully, he will definitely be hacked to death with both himself and his knife!

Wait... knife?

In the dim light, Xhosa noticed that the opponent did not use the long sword commonly used by humans, but two bright scimitars!

A premonition of danger suddenly arose in his heart, but at this time Xhosa's attack had already been made, and there was no room for maneuver.

Opposite Xhosa, Rody made a decision that was completely unexpected by the orcs - he raised two scimitars and made a blocking posture one behind the other.

Such a gesture made Xhosa a little stunned for a moment. Not to mention himself, even the subordinate next to him was a master of infinite strength. With such a knife, the least common human being would end up with a broken arm...

But the next scene really overturned this "common sense".

"Kaka!"

With two crisp sounds, the force that exploded out after the scimitars came into contact with each other completely pressed on Rody's body. The jaws of his hands were instantly broken due to this - but with the support of a powerful attribute, Rody resisted.

This is enough to crush any scout's attack!

The "Wanderer Suit" gave Roddy twice as much strength as Xhosa at this time. Although his body seemed far less powerful than the orcs, in terms of strength alone, he was indeed the strongest man on the entire battlefield at this time.

The most powerful existence!

"ha!"

With a loud shout, Rody raised his hands fiercely and pushed the two orcs away completely. When the other party froze for a moment, Rody suddenly stepped out with his quick steps and swung his two swords.

He slashed at the orc who was closer with four knives in a row!

Xhosa on the side was involuntarily retreating because of the huge force that broke out when Roddy pushed away. The scene in front of him made him feel like he was seeing a rotating windmill - the two scimitars in the hands of the human being.

He turned his arms wildly and "smashed" the weapons in his subordinates' hands one after another!

He watched helplessly as the scimitar in his men's hands was knocked out by such force, and then his chest was opened and his neck was cut in half. The brutal attack method even made Xhosa tremble at this moment!

After all, things like "attributes" are not something that the mainland's "aboriginals" can understand at all. Just like no one would have thought that Roddy could easily shoot orcs before - they would not understand the "piercing" damage of bows and arrows.

With a 25% bonus to the attack power of "unarmored" orcs, I don't understand what kind of terrifying "war machine" Roddy will become after possessing a Ranger suit!

At this time, Xhosa found that he had no way to retreat, and finally rushed forward - but before he could swing out the scimitar in his hand, he saw Rody's figure suddenly approaching, and when he reversed his steps, he disappeared.

into your own field of vision!

This is the "shadow dance" that once caused Soderol a lot of trouble.

"how--"

He suddenly turned around and tried to look for Rody's shadow, but Xosa saw an arm flying out in front of his eyes. Before he could feel the surprise in his heart, the severe pain in his left arm made him break out in a cold sweat...

Fast, really too fast.

In a daze, that indifferent face seemed to flash before his eyes, and then his chin was kicked directly. His whole body flew diagonally upwards, and an unknown number of teeth were broken. When he fell to the ground, in front of his eyes.

Everything seems to be still spinning...

In the darkness, the figure stepped forward in front of him.

"Are you the leader?"

When the standard Sabine language came out of the other party's mouth, Xhosa's already numb brain seemed unable to even produce the emotion of shock.

The sound of horse hooves echoed on the battlefield, and the screams of the orcs being chopped away as they ran were endless. The bleeding left arm was in severe pain, making Xosa grit his teeth. He wanted to retreat, but saw that the opponent was already approaching him.

He stepped forward and stepped on his chest.

"I don't have much time, so I'll keep it short."

Rody casually sliced ​​off the scimitar and his fingers in the opponent's hand. Amidst the screams, he bowed slightly, confirmed the warhammer mark on Xhosa's body and whispered: "Tell me about your tribe's current territory.

Range."

……………………

The fire burning in the tent became brighter and brighter, finally becoming a point of light on the horizon that no one could ignore.

Soderol, who was looking around on horseback, frowned when he saw this. As if he had finally found his target, he led his men behind him and rushed towards the place where the fire appeared.

The scouts behind him were silent, each of them looking serious and vaguely angry - Soderol was the same, with uncontrollable anger on his tense face.

Starting in the evening, Soderol and his fourteen team members wanted to catch up with Rody and help him, but they didn't know that the opponent's horse had good endurance, and the sky was completely dark, so he was completely exhausted while running.

After being lost, Soderol finally had no choice but to lead the team to the Cree Village to check the situation - but what they saw next completely shocked these young scouts...

Flames burned, corpses were everywhere, and no one in the looted village survived.

A total of 134 people died, including the elderly, women and children, and no one was spared. The heads were randomly discarded on the ground, most of the supplies were looted, and the rest was basically burned by the fire.

Many corpses were directly cut off by scimitars, which shows how terrifying the powerful impact of the wolf cavalry is, but the worst ones are the female corpses in the corners - obviously the way for the orcs to vent their desires is not simple.

Killing.
Chapter completed!