From a distance, the scout team hundreds of meters away was completely in a mess, but only when you were close, you could find the soldiers' expressions of calmness. The sounds around the team were not "Go quickly" or "Escape quickly" but "Carter's side, turn more", "Ruger leads people to take a few more steps" and such a calm and calm command...

Everything is disguised, whether it is seemingly clumsy movements or scattered formations, they are illusions deliberately made by the soldiers.

When the Wolf Cavalry rushed out of the Cossack Village, several people in the team opened their mouths and seemed to be arguing something, but in fact they did not make any sound except for making intense movements. At this time, when the two teams started chasing again, Roddy finally breathed a sigh of relief and said softly: "Okay, they have taken the bait, everything goes as planned."

His calm words seemed to have some strange power, which invisibly calmed the scouts - this kind of confident and powerful self-confidence, like the backbone of the entire team, supported all the soldiers' courage to continue fighting.

The seemingly panicked team immediately began to turn directions and began to rush in a neat manner. Now almost everyone in this team is traveling in a stunning manner - they only carry short bows and arrow pouches, and even their weapons and armor are abandoned on the grassland. So when all the horses take "thorn leaf clover" again and start to rush in, the entire team seems extremely flexible and swift!

When the wolf cavalry in the rear were surrounded by chaos, all the scouts had completed the acceleration and started running at full speed.

The sprinting wolf chased after two hundred meters behind the team. Roddy turned around and clearly saw the figure holding a wooden stick. He immediately confirmed in his heart that the other party was indeed the witch doctor Sarota, who was very famous in his later generations. But when he understood these, he was not too nervous and nervous, but was extremely calm.

This state has almost never appeared since rebirth. The player Roddy, a long time ago, actually had a "vindictive" character in his heart. When Ruge poked his chest three times and was beaten up, it shows that he was definitely not a submissive person. So when Sarota ambushed him in an encirclement and almost caused him and Sodlor to be killed, the instinctive revenge mentality that spreads in his heart was mixed with the hatred of orcs, which made him fall into his current state.

It is not to fight to the death like crazy, but to use your mind to calculate the limits you can do and solve the enemy in the fastest, most violent and most cruel way!

There are both good and good strategies. Before this, Roddy basically took the "supporting" path. The battles like sneak attacks orcs are extremely powerful. After disassembling them, they just took advantage of the weaknesses of the wolf and were not considered a clever plan at all. But now, Roddy has taken dangerous moves and implemented a bold plan that no one - even these scouts - could not imagine!

The sound of horse hooves echoed in my ears, and the wind blowing towards me was still a little cold. Roddy, who had arrived at the back of the team, gave the second order to Soderol, who was in front of me - "Don't slow down after entering the swamp, run as I taught you!"

"yes!"

The short conversation was almost instantly drowned in the sound of the galloping horses. Soderol turned around and swept across the faces of the soldiers with a firm expression. The last thing he saw was Roddy's cold nod to him.

"Come with me!"

Soderor ordered to the scouts around him, clenched his reins with his fingers and rushed out first.

Before the morning battle, he never imagined that he would take such a responsibility - but it was not until this time that he realized that if he really wanted to become stronger, he could not hesitate in his heart.

From the moment when the Cossack village was decided in the morning, Roddy's plan made Soderol, Ruger and others feel his cruel and crazy side. At this time, the whole battle that might leave an indelible impression in their memory kicked off by the young lieutenant.

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Under the gloomy sky, it seemed that the heavy rain finally stopped for a while. The cold wind blew by, carrying the unique fragrance after the soil was soaked...

However, the originally quiet atmosphere on the grassland was suddenly broken by two teams running by.

The sound of horse hooves stepped in the mud, no longer as sharp as before, but the speed was still extremely fast. Soderol led the team forward in a faster pace, and gradually lined up with the scouts behind him.

The wolf cavalry chasing behind did not understand the intentions of these scouts. The orcs waving a scimitar on the back of the wolf screamed strangely. The opponent's adjustment of the formation caused the speed to be slower, which made them slightly excited because they narrowed the distance between the two sides.

The legs of the wolf are slightly shorter than the war horses, and the heart and lung structure also determines that their endurance is destined to be incomparable to war horses that are naturally suitable for long-distance running. Although the orcs' cultivation has greatly improved this situation, the wolf can't catch up with the war horses after a distance of more than five kilometers.

This situation has been staged several times. For the scouts in Nolan Village, as long as they are not bitten in the first five kilometers, they must have no need to worry - but such "try" was completely overturned after adding a powerful witch doctor to the orc team.

The green light cast before the wolf cavalry set off was a range of witchcraft like "bloodthirst" - "The Power of the Barbarian Bull".

With a 5% increase in strength and a 25% increase in endurance, Sarota did not choose to cast the "Bloodthirst Skill" as soon as possible, because the wolf cavalry were still hundreds of meters away from the human scouts. Once the bloodthirst Skill was over, Sarota still regretted it, so he took the safest way to chase these damn humans.

"Joy slowly."

Seeing the wolf cavalry in front and behind him gradually closer, Sarota's mouth raised slightly, revealing a slightly cruel smile—

"Running to the grassland is not a wise idea. Ignorance is really seeking death."

On muddy sections, the wide foot pads of the wolf can prevent them from falling too deep, so the road is wetter and slippery, which is beneficial to these wolf cavalry. The scouts in front seem to be in a panic, probably because of the different quality of war horses and they lined up in long lines. Walking about a kilometer, it will be a large swamp area. At that time, these humans will definitely fall into a fatal trap because of the mud pit that is simply indecipherable!

By then, are these humans still meat on the chopping board?

He sighed in his heart again that the opportunity in front of him seemed to be falling from the sky, but he was slightly stunned, feeling that something seemed to fly over from his sight.

At this time, the distance between the two sides had reached about 70 meters. Sarota observed the battlefield carefully with a little vigilance and found that a black shadow rose in the sky fell on the ground in front of the team with the muffled sound of the wolf running, and was then shattered by the whistling team.

"Oh."

He laughed secretly. Sarota really felt threatened at that moment. After all, the archer in the opponent's team had left him with a very deep impression. The moment he saw the arrow appear, he never thought that the other party would fail.

The bolder you are, the younger you are. A distance of more than 70 meters, I think there is no accuracy at all while riding a horse and turning around and shooting arrows while chasing fast.

His evaluation of the archer was a little bit derogatory. Sarota looked at the shadow that appeared again in the sky without caring about to sneer, but saw the shadow falling into his team without bias!

"Dong!"

It was impossible to see where the arrow was shot. The muffled sound of the wolf falling to the ground had not disappeared. The wolf knight who was tripped and was terrified and shouted in horror. Sarota turned his head suddenly, and the rear of the team with his eyes swept quickly. As the arrow went down, one wolf was shot to death, and three wolf knights were tripped. The two wolf knights fell to the ground and were trampled by the knight who followed him, and they were spitting blood in their mouths. They saw that they could not survive!

How is that possible?!

A trace of chill spread in my heart. When I turned my head and looked at the team of humans that were getting closer and closer, I could see clearly who was shooting an arrow.

The human, who was riding on the horse with a short bow, seemed to be confidently attached to the last of all scouts. When Sarota just focused his eyes on him, he turned around, took an arrow, raised his bow, and scattered it. After a series of smooth movements, Sarota's pupils suddenly shrank, and instinctively pulled the reins in his hand to the side.

The next moment, the "puff" sounded beside him, and the arrows pressed against the wooden stick in his hand fell to the ground.

Sarota felt cold sweat oozing from behind.

This must be a coincidence. This must be a coincidence.

He didn't accept such facts at all. He could still master the initiative under such harsh conditions, and the other party's archery skills could be called a magical skill! If every arrow could have the accuracy just now, I'm afraid...

As soon as this idea came into my mind, I heard the screams of the wolf cavalry after falling to the ground after being caught in an arrow.

Sarota's lips pursed, and his hands holding the wooden stick turned a little white. He immediately issued a loud order to the orcs beside him: "Scatter! Spread a little!"

There is no way to get beaten. The wolf cavalry can only bear such a blow before approaching the enemy, and Sarota can bear this sacrifice - as long as the opponent is eventually thrown into the net, he is confident that there are a hundred ways to torture this guy to death!

As a superior, the witch doctor Sarota had the right idea at this time. Death in the bloody battle is ordinary, but this kind of aggrievedness of being beaten is a torment for anyone - but as time goes by, when Roddy shot out ten arrows, causing the team to fall down more than seven people, the witch doctor was finally completely angered!

"Bloodthirst!"

The red light lit up again, and the wolf cavalry, who were only more than forty meters away from the scout team, suddenly began to accelerate, and the loose formation rushed forward, as if they were about to directly swallow the human who was pulled into thin strips in the next moment.

Sarota showed a ferocious expression. His eyes almost spurted out flames and looked at the human beings who were still running away in front of him. He only thought about the scene of tearing the other party to pieces in a few minutes, but he ignored the subtle changes in the surrounding scenery for a while.

His eyes were staring at the human being who kept turning around and shooting arrows in the distance, but he saw the other party put away his short bow and seemed to have given up his plan to continue shooting arrows. Sarota, who thought the other party was feeling suppressed because of his "bloodthirst technique", vaguely saw that the other party seemed to have a strange smile when he turned around.

illusion?

How could you laugh when you die?

This thought quickly dispelled his slight uneasiness. When he looked forward, the wolf cavalry in front had already raised the throwing net in his hand - because the human who was still arrogant just now had been forced to reach a range of thirty meters.
Chapter completed!