Captain Hank thought today's experience was bizarre enough.
First, I met a group of unreasonable scouts who were like bandits, and they were dragged by the other party to chase after the ferocious wolf cavalry; then I met a scout captain who went crazy, thinking of going to attack the wolf cavalry camp with more than twice the number of people...
But now, when he saw the captain walking towards the orc camp, he only felt that today's "bizarre experience" might have an even weirder turn...
The feeling of waiting in the dark is not pleasant. Hank felt his legs go weak when he thought of thirty-three orcs as strong as bulls and forty-two wargs in the camp more than a hundred meters away in front of him.
It's not that he didn't have the idea of escaping in his mind, but the scene of the scouts from Nolan Village daring to face the orcs made him feel extremely contradictory. The first guy to turn his head away from here. But Rody, as the captain, was the first to rush forward. Even if Hank wanted to run, the uncontrollable sense of shame in his heart made him unable to move.
No matter how timid he is, Hank is still a citizen of the Karen Kingdom with a trace of blood in his heart: although he is afraid of orcs, it doesn't mean he doesn't want to kill them—his comrades were all killed by these orcs, and the whole team was left with himself After escaping, this kind of experience brought people not only fear, but also boundless hatred.
Although he couldn't bear the thought of revenge, he still had some fantasies in his heart—maybe these lunatics who are not afraid of death... how many orcs can they really kill
If they all died heroically, should I go back and tell others about their deeds
After struggling in his heart for a long time, Hank finally gritted his teeth and decided: even if he was called a coward, he must spread the "heroic devotion" of these scouts to all corners of the kingdom.
Even if he admits that he is a coward, he will do it.
After making such a decision, he still felt a little excited about this wish in his heart. However, after thinking about it in the grass for more than two hours, he couldn't help raising his head, only to find that the camp in the distance was still quiet. It seemed that the sneak attack hadn't started yet.
These guys... don't throw themselves here and slip away, do they
His eyes swept over the bonfire in front of the orc camp, and he saw the group of wolves that made one's heart tremble - for which he shrank his head in fright, and held his breath involuntarily. It took a long time before he had the courage to look up again, and just when he was wondering what tactics that guy named Rody had arranged, the captain's figure walking indifferently appeared in his vision.
He—he just walked by
In the distance, a staggering orc was chopping meat and feeding in front of the warg, and the captain Roddy walked straight up to the other party, and then... said something.
This scene really shocked Hank—he was dumbfounded, and the first thought that came to his mind was, "Could it be that these scouts are colluding with the orcs?"
Before the second thought appeared, the passing light of the knife in the distance cut off all his thoughts.
The scene that happened immediately after that made Hank completely dumbfounded—Rody bent down and began to drag away the corpse of the orc, and started cutting up the corpse to feed the wolves, calmly leading the wolves away...
After less than a minute, Hank finally couldn't bear the impact of the scene in front of him. He vomited on the floor with a "wow", but then he covered his mouth fiercely. He closed his eyes and tried hard not to recall the scene he just saw, but the silhouette waving the scimitar was permanently rooted in his mind like an imprint—
It's horrible, it's so fucking inhuman...
His stomach was overwhelmed, and when he recovered, Hank felt that he had almost lost the strength to stand up. When he raised his head again, he found that Captain Roddy was walking back to the camp.
Because the wargs left, it seemed that three patrolling orcs noticed something strange in the distance, and they were poking their necks and looking into the darkness, looking for the wargs lured away by Rody—and it was not far from here. Roddy stopped at this moment.
Immediately, he took off the horn bow on his back, and drew out an arrow from the quiver.
Hanke thought that he would see Rody shoot and kill the opponent in the next moment, but he never thought that the scout captain would open his throat and yell a strange sentence into the distance—it sounded like it was those orcs. language.
But the three people in the distance stopped in their tracks, and then walked towards Rody while responding, apparently they regarded Roddy as their companions.
Hank swallowed his saliva. He saw that Captain Roddy stood there waiting for the other party to come over, as if he was not afraid of the other party discovering him at all—that is, when the distance between the two sides was less than 30 meters, Roddy's The arm holding the arrow suddenly moved.
Hank, who was lying in the grass, couldn't hear the sound of the bowstring. He could only see Rody's arm pulling the bowstring three times quickly. When his eyes turned to the other side, the three orcs knelt down while clutching their throats. On the ground, then fell to the ground.
This scene happened without a sound, and everything in front of me was almost a silent drama. Hank rubbed his eyes vigorously, only feeling in his mind that all this seemed to be an too illusory dream, and he never woke up.
In his eyes, the still indifferent figure was walking to the orc's corpse, bending down and pulling the arrow out of the other's throat.
Hank took a deep breath and tried to grab his cheek, but found that there was no other effect except the pain to make him more awake... So he began to persuade himself to calm down—the guy in the distance may really be a powerful scout Captain, and he will definitely hide his body next, and then cooperate with his teammates...
As soon as he had this idea, he saw a hundred meters away, Rody walked straight into the center of the camp, bent down to pick up firewood in front of the campfire, and threw it out to set the tent on fire...
"Crazy... so fucking crazy..."
Hank felt as if he had been punched, and his whole face was cramping, because he realized that until now... he and Ben hadn't even guessed the captain's intentions even once.
It took more than ten seconds for the shouts to resound in the camp. Some orcs noticed the fire and rushed out of the tent screaming. The moment he lifted the curtain, an arrow shot through his head without warning. …
The expression of astonishment did not appear in time, and the body that was still rushing forward ran out for several steps and fell directly to the ground, twitched a few times and then became silent.
Rody stood by the bonfire so openly, holding the horn bow in his hand, and shot an arrow at any tent that appeared, his posture was too leisurely... Hank, who was witnessing everything from a distance, had never Who would have thought that someone could remain calm in such a situation!
If it weren't for those orcs shooting arrows down in various postures, Hank would really think that Roddy was standing on the school field practicing target shooting!
The shouts were extremely flustered, and the orcs didn't understand what happened at all. The five orcs who reacted first were all instantly killed as soon as they walked out of the tent, and the remaining orcs watched their comrades fall down with arrows stuck in their heads. It was only after a while that the instigator was found standing by the bonfire!
More and more orcs appeared from the tent, and Rody's shaking right arm almost turned into a phantom. Hank accepted the unimaginable scene in front of him numbly, and his only thought was: "Does this guy want to be alone?" Slaughter the entire camp?"
Naturally, such an idea is unrealistic.
The orcs finally came to their senses and surrounded Roddy with howls. Originally there were thirty-three orcs, eight of them were directly shot by Rody at this time, and when he saw the enemies who gave up fighting the fire and rushed towards him, the scout captain raised his horned bow fiercely and pointed towards the sky He shot a Ming Dy arrow, and then threw away the horn bow casually.
"If you fight hard, you will die..."
As a bystander, Hank can naturally see Rody's situation clearly. The orcs surrounding Rody have already surrounded Rody, and it seems that they are about to drown him—but in the blink of an eye, Hank's vision is... All of a sudden, the captain completely lost track of him!
Roddy disappeared.
And just when Hank opened his mouth wide in astonishment, looking at the distance and didn't know what to say, the sound of horseshoes suddenly came... At this moment, he stepped through the darkness of the night and rushed out of the shadows!
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When Xhosa was awakened by the noise outside the tent, the dizziness caused by drinking wine was still lingering.
With a dazed mind, he opened his eyes and stared for three or four seconds before he gradually remembered that the place he was in now was not the tribal territory of Rohar's Hammer, but the border of Karen Kingdom.
When I confirmed this fact in my heart, the voice outside the camp became harsh—although I don't know what time it is, but it is obviously abnormal for such noise to appear.
Could it be that someone sneaked in
Immediately thinking of such a possibility, Xhosa felt an inexplicable pain from the wound on his back. The scene of his outpost being attacked by humans more than a month ago appeared in front of him, and the ominous premonition suddenly made him inexplicably alert.
Quickly picked up the scimitar, Xhosa rushed out of the tent holding his breath. In the dark night, the shadowy subordinates were waving their weapons and rushing towards the campfire. There were seven or eight corpses lying on the ground——Xhosa thought Yi Lin yelled and asked, "What's going on?"
But the response he got was the sudden sound of horseshoes from the other side of the camp—
His heart seemed to stop for a moment at this moment, and when he realized what this meant, the joy and courage remaining in his mind disappeared instantly due to the rising fear.
"There are enemies! It's cavalry! Get out of the way!"
He loudly warned his subordinates in front of the bonfire, but the war horse came too fast, and Xhosa, who had extremely poor eyesight in the dark, only felt that the war horses appearing side by side seemed to appear from the void, like a dozen orcs in front of the bonfire. When they turned their heads and pushed each other to escape, the swift knights had already rushed in front of them.
"damn it…"
Because Xhosa was standing next to the tent, he was completely on the sidelines at this time. However, from this angle, he could clearly see how the once proud subordinate was crushed by human beings...
On the one hand, there are one out of ten or one out of a hundred warriors in the tribe, and on the other hand, there are only seven or eight human knights. It sounds like they are of equal strength, but when the other party charged past unsuspecting on horseback in the dark, Xhosa found sadly that his The blind subordinates are like straw under the scythe... powerless to resist.