Part One Getting Involved Chapter 6 Reminiscing about the Killing Time 1
Asa followed Captain Sanders and ran out of the camp. Although Sanders was wearing steel armor, he was actually faster than him in light clothing. Other soldiers who were awakened by the whistle also hurriedly picked up their weapons and ran over.
Everything was clearly visible under the bright moonlight. Several figures of varying heights stood quietly at the intersection outside the camp, and the soft moonlight could not alleviate the ominous atmosphere emitted by the weapons in their hands.
The tallest one among them is an ogre. Even among the same kind, its body is very huge, twice as tall as an average person and five times as strong. It is wrapped in specially made iron armor from head to toe, and its hands are
Each pair carried two maces, one large and one small, that matched his body. The moonlight reflected sharp cold light on his armor and weapons.
Next to them were two werewolves. In order not to hinder their high agility and speed, they only wore a set of hard leather armor to protect their vital parts. Although the bolas in their hands were not as huge and terrifying as the weapons in the hands of the ogres, they were still powerful.
It is still enough to shatter any armor. There are also three lizardmen. Their armor is the same as that of the werewolves, and their hands are holding large knives that are as long as a man. The two orcs on the edge each hold an extra-large sword in their hands.
of machine crossbow.
Among this group of murderous orcs, there was a figure that was very thin and small in comparison. He had neither armor nor weapons. He only wore a cloak to hide his race and face.
Sanders' face was whiter than a piece of paper in the moonlight. He had no idea that the situation would be so bad.
More than a month ago, he received an order from the leader of the Holy Knights, asking him to secretly lead a team of soldiers to the western wasteland to detect the abnormal behavior of the orc tribe. For more than ten years, the western troops have continued to attack orcs of various races.
During the campaign, almost all the orc tribes in the western wasteland were driven out to death. So even though his superiors specifically told him to be careful, he only thought he would encounter some sporadic attacks.
The orcs do not know how to smelt and forge. Whether they are production tools or weapons, most of them are simple stone tools. Therefore, even if their physical fitness and combat effectiveness are far superior to humans, they are still vulnerable to a well-equipped army.
The various orc races never interact with each other. These primitive and ignorant sub-humans even refuse to contact any other civilization at all. They simply stick to their own unique way of life and beliefs passed down from generation to generation. One tribe after another quietly waits.
It was razed to the ground by the iron hooves of the human army.
Now these common senses have been shattered by the facts before them, and it will be a shattering with a strong smell of blood. This well-armed mixed army of orcs in front of them will never just come to show them.
This is the top of a barren mountain, surrounded by cliffs. Sanders chose to station here because it has a good view and is easy to defend and difficult to attack. Even if the orcs want to sneak attack at night, they can defend themselves well. There is only one single person here.
If you guard the intersection carefully, you won't let any orcs get to it.
Of course, as long as you stand at this intersection, no one can escape.
The cloaked figure among the orcs suddenly moved, seemed to nod, and gave a gentle blessing.
This is a very standard human pronunciation, very relaxed and casual, like a note of agreement when drinking tea in the sun and listening to a friend's chat.
The ogre next to him seemed to have had a valve in his body opened by this soft voice, and it seemed like a beast with its head and neck tied. Now the restraint was suddenly loosened by a light touch, and it immediately let out a sound.
With an earth-shattering roar, he rushed towards the crowd. With his huge body and heavy armor, every step made the ground tremble slightly, and he had the power to crush all the lives in front of him. All the soldiers showed fright.
A look of fear.
As soon as he saw those orcs, Asa was thinking about how to escape. He knew the situation very well. Since these orcs could be calm enough to sneak up the mountain to guard the intersection, he was absolutely sure to kill more than a hundred of them.
Everyone was slaughtered. And he knew better what it meant to have an ogre that was heavily armored and wielding such heavy weapons. Generally speaking, just one ordinary ogre was enough to be dealt with by twenty or so well-armed soldiers.
Already.
The cliff is very high. Even if there is the Dono River below, the height is enough for a person to smash into a meat pie on the rocks at the bottom of the water. But Asa knew that there was a tree in the middle of the cliff behind, and he even tried to use urine when he urinated.
He knew the location of the tree on the cliff and the thickness of the branches, which was enough to slow down the impact of the fall to a safe level.
Seeing the ogre rushing towards this side, he was about to turn around and run away when he noticed a figure next to him suddenly flashed out. It was Sanders holding a sword and shield and rushing towards the ogre by himself.
The morale of the army was low, and he wanted to use his own strength to deal with the ogres to revive morale.
Human figures intertwined, as if the mountain itself was making loud noises and shaking. The ogre's hammer blow, which could have beaten ten cows to pieces, only hit the ground. The contact between Sanders and the ogre was quick.
The soldiers had to be unable to see clearly what was happening. After the sound of metal collision, the ogre fell on its back with a bang. Sanders flew back high, performed a beautiful backflip in the air, and landed steadily back.
In front of the formation, he waved the long sword in his hand and chanted a mantra. The long sword slowly emitted a burst of blue-white fluorescence, as powerful as a warrior jumping out of an epic myth. Hundreds of soldiers woke up from their fright and gathered together.
He let out a burst of excited shouts, deafening.
Asa didn't scream, only he could see clearly that the ogre fell by himself.
The moment the two of them crossed paths, Sanders used amazing agility to avoid the hammer blow, jumped on the ogre's shoulder, raised his sword and thrust it into the eye slit in the middle of the helmet. At the same time, the ogre himself
He fell on his back and swung up the hammer with his other hand. Sanders blocked the hammer blow with the steel shield in his left hand and used the force to fly backwards, but the tip of the sword was only a little short of piercing the Ogre's eyes.
With a clang, Sanders dropped the small steel shield in his left hand. The one-inch-thick shield made of fine steel had completely deformed. Even the curved shield designed to resist heavy weapons such as hammers and axes could not bear the force and strength of the shield.
That kind of weapon is useless.
Through the moonlight, Asa saw that the fingers on Sanders' left hand that held the shield just now were completely deformed. It was hard to tell that they were still fingers...
Sanders inserted the sword into the ground, held the twisted fingers in his right hand, and pulled them back to their original shape one by one. The light of restoring magic emitted from his hand. There was a crackling sound between his fingers, and a large amount of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
His expression didn't waver at all, and Ruju's eyes kept staring coldly at the ogre getting up in front of him.
Looking at Sanders' calm, sculpture-like face, a hot fighting spirit quickly spread from somewhere in his body. Asa clenched the knife in his hand. He suddenly didn't want to run away.
Sanders took off his steel armor. The armor has no meaning anymore. Only agility and speed are the only ways to win. Hold the long sword that has been imbued with the spiritual blade with both hands. As long as you find the right opportunity, there is no need to pick on the weakness of the armor.
He also had the confidence to penetrate it, and turned around and shouted: "Give me a blessing." Two priests sandwiched in the crowd began to chant incantations, and a hazy white light resonated on them and Sanders.
Two orcs suddenly jumped on the shoulders of the werewolf next to them, and fired their crossbows at the two priests who had clear targets.
A priest's head immediately exploded like an egg, with blood and brains flying everywhere. The soldier behind him fell to the sky without even making a sound, with blood pouring out from the fist-sized hole in his chest like a spring.
There was an experienced warrior next to another priest. He raised the wooden shield in his hand to block the priest at the right time. As a result, the broken hand and the fragments of the wooden shield were embedded into the priest's body along with the spiked iron ball.
Face. The soldier let out a cry and fell down with the priest in his arms in a strange posture.
Sanders suddenly charged towards the ogre, knowing that he had to kill this most lethal behemoth as quickly as possible, at least before the two orcs reloaded the two crossbows.
The figure under the cloak said a few words, and all the orcs except the two orcs immediately rushed towards the crowd. One of the werewolves met Sanders, who was rushing towards the ogre.
The distance of dozens of meters seemed to be within reach due to the astonishing explosive power of the lizard men. Almost as soon as the soldiers began to notice the movements of the orcs, three lizard men had already rushed in front of them.
The soldiers at the front were as fragile as straw under the lizard man's long sword, and four or five fell down with just one blow. The lizard man's prostrate attack posture was slashing at the abdomen, and with one swing of the long blade, several people were killed.
Blood and internal organs gushed out together. Every attack by the werewolf that followed caused at least two soldiers to fly up, and their flesh and blood were scattered everywhere after being hit by the huge meteor hammer.
Asa alone received the attack of a lizard man. He rushed towards the blade. The damage range of such a long weapon was too large, and it was better to attack than to hide. The strength of the lizard man was only slightly better than that of humans.
As the weapon becomes longer, the weight becomes heavier, and the trajectory of the swing will be obvious. Asa's first sword was placed near the hilt of the opponent's knife that was difficult to exert force, sparks flying. The second sword risked the danger of hurting both sides, forcing the lizard man to return on his own.
The sword resisted, and when the fourth sword was struck, the lizard man had to drop the big sword and pull out the small ax from his waist to parry, while at the same time jumping back sharply.
Asa struck back with his sword, his fighting spirit became strong, and he suddenly became heroic and shouted: "Come here with two people. We can win."