"Bang bang bang."
The sound of the blade slicing through the flesh was completely covered up, and what Xhosa could hear was almost all the muffled sound of the flesh being knocked away by the war horse.
The screams sounded one after another, and Xhosa stepped forward, but found that he could not help at all—because such a quick attack was completely defenseless for the orcs without wargs...In their field of vision, those knights never From appearing to disappearing, it takes less than three seconds!
The dark 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! Go!"
Xhosa tried his best to calm down and gave orders loudly. Three or four of the orcs who were attacked by the cavalry not far away were chopped off and flew, and three others were hit with sunken chests and vomiting blood from their mouths, completely losing their combat effectiveness. The remaining orcs who got up from the tent one after another heard his order and immediately ran towards the original position where the wolf should be, but within a few steps, they found a team of seven appeared again in the darkness!
In a neat one-word formation, with maximum impact and lethality, when these cavalry roared past, the orcs had no time to parry, let alone the so-called "counterattack" - the horses passed by swiftly, and four or five orcs rushed past again. was chopped off...
"How could this be...how could this be..."
Xhosa's hand holding the scimitar was trembling. He never thought that a team of thirty-three wolf cavalry would suffer such a blow. Although the opponent seemed to have only two teams of seven in total, he understood that in the orc At night with limited vision, enemies on horseback are a complete nightmare!
"Tell me where the Wargs are?! Damn, who's watching the Wargs?"
Cursing like this, but the orcs beside them ran in a panic. They wanted to look for the wargs, but because of their eyesight, they couldn't see the sleeping animals that were only a hundred meters away. The orc remembered the way to communicate with the warg, imitating the howling of the warg, and only after receiving the response from the warg did he confirm the location.
It was only at this time that they realized that the positions of these wolves seemed a little far away.
The flames burning in the tent gradually illuminated the surrounding area, and Xhosa realized that his surroundings had become a sea of flames. He roared, and suddenly realized that he didn't know what order to give—whether to let his subordinates gather together, or let them rush over Riding a wolf to fight back
After thinking for a few seconds, he finally pointed to the distance and shouted: "Run! Run towards the Warg! Don't wait here!"
Immediately, he called two of his subordinates to protect him, and prepared to rush towards the direction of the warg together, but within a few steps, a handful of blood splashed on his face without warning...
A warm feeling came, and the unique salty smell of blood rushed straight into his nostrils. Xhosa, who was running, felt the hairs on his back suddenly explode at this moment, and the extremely dangerous feeling immediately made him raise his scimitar to block it. side -
"Crack!"
The sound of metal collisions made his ears ring, and the huge force hit him, causing his body to stagger a few steps and almost fell down. However, although Xhosa looked big and round, his movements were extremely fast. In front of him, squinting at the assailant who appeared without anyone noticing.
Everything that happened was just a flash of light. When he raised his eyes, Xhosa first saw the scene of his subordinate's corpse falling down... The other party's neck was bald, and the head did not know where it went, and the blood spurted out. Splashing, the scene is weird.
Next to the corpse was the short assailant who suddenly appeared.
In the eyes of the orcs, this guy in black leather armor can really only be called "thin and small". 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 Any visual impact of the orc even made Xhosa feel that he could trample the opponent to death by lifting him up.
"kill him!"
Immediately there was a shout in his mouth, and when Xhosa got up, another subordinate had already swung a knife and attacked the thin attacker. Xhosa saw the position, and used all his strength to make a horizontal cut, and blocked all the opponent's defenses in coordination angle!
In his heart, human beings are ultimately unable to resist the all-out attack of the orcs. If the opponent resists, he will be hacked to death by himself with a knife!
wait...knife
In the dim light, Xhosa noticed that the opponent did not use a long sword that humans are used to, but two gleaming scimitars!
A premonition of danger suddenly rose in his heart, but Xhosa's offensive action had already been made at this time, and there was no room for maneuver.
Opposite Xhosa, Rody made a decision that was completely unexpected to the orcs—he raised two scimitars, one in front of the other in a blocking posture.
Such a posture made Xhosa a little stunned for a while, not to mention himself, even the subordinate next to him is the master with infinite strength, such a slash, the lightest human being in "common sense" will end up with a broken arm...
But the next scene really overturned such "common sense".
"Crack!"
There were two crisp sounds, and the explosive force from the contact of the scimitars completely crushed Rody's body, and his hands were instantly broken—but supported by a body of powerful attributes, Roddy stubbornly resisted. This is enough to chop any scout's attack!
The "safari suit" gave Roddy twice the strength of Xhosa at this time. Although his body looks far less than that of an orc, but in terms of strength alone, he is indeed the most powerful man on the entire battlefield at this time. The most powerful existence!
"ha!"
With a roar, Rody raised his hands violently, and pushed the two orcs away with a bang. When the other party became stiff for a moment, Rody stepped forward with his swift steps, swiping his two knives repeatedly, He slashed at the orc who was closer to him four times in a row!
Xhosa on the side was retreating involuntarily because of the huge force that Roddy pushed away, and the scene in front of him made him feel like he saw a spinning windmill—the two scimitars in the human hand followed The arms turned wildly, and "smashed" on the weapons in the hands of his subordinates one after another!
He watched helplessly that the scimitar in his subordinate's hand was thrown out of his hand by such a force, and then his chest was slashed open, and half of his neck was chopped off. That kind of brutal attack method even made Xhosa tremble incomparably at this moment!
After all, such things as "attributes" are simply not understood by the "natives" of the mainland, just like no one would have thought that Roddy could easily shoot orcs - they would not understand that the "piercing" type damage of bows and arrows has a great impact on "indigenous people" The 25% bonus of the attack book of the "unarmored" orcs, and I don't understand what a terrible "war machine" Roddy will become after he has a safari suit!
At this time, Xhosa realized that he had no way to retreat, and finally rushed forward—but before he swung the scimitar in his hand, he saw Rody's figure suddenly approaching, and when he reversed his steps, he disappeared in the air. In your own field of vision!
This is the "shadow dance step" that once made Suo Deluoer suffer a lot.
"how-"
He suddenly turned around and tried to find Rody's shadow, but Xhosa saw a piece of arm flying out in front of his eyes. Before the surprise in his heart arose, the severe pain in his left arm made him break out in a cold sweat instantly...
Fast, it is too fast.
In a trance, that indifferent face seemed to pass before his eyes, and then his chin was kicked directly, his whole body flew upwards obliquely, and an unknown number of teeth were broken—when he fell to the ground, the eyes in front of him Everything seems to be spinning...
In the darkness, the figure stepped forward.
"Are you the leader?"
When the standard Sabin language was spoken from the other party's mouth, Xhosa's already numb brain seemed unable to even produce the emotion of shock.
The sound of horseshoes echoed on the battlefield, and the screams of the orcs being chopped off while running could be heard endlessly. Xhosa gritted his teeth in severe pain from the bleeding left arm. He wanted to back up, but saw that the opponent had already arrived Stepping forward, he stepped on his chest.
"I don't have much time, so I'll make a long story short."
Rody casually chopped off the scimitar in the opponent's hand along with his fingers. Amidst the screams, he bowed slightly, confirmed the warhammer mark on Xhosa and whispered: "Talk to me about your tribe's current territory range."
……………
The flames burning in the tent became brighter and brighter, and finally became a point of light that could not be ignored on the horizon.
Seeing this, Suo Deluoer, who was scanning around on horseback, frowned, as if he had finally found his target, he led his subordinates behind him and rushed towards the place where the fire appeared.
The scouts behind were silent, all of them had serious faces with faint anger—the same was true for Soderol, with uncontrollable anger on his tense face.
Starting in the evening, Soderol and his fourteen team members wanted to catch up with Roddy and help, but they didn't know that the opponent's horses had excellent endurance, and it was completely dark, so they ran completely. In desperation, Suo Deluoer decided to lead the team to Keri Village to check the situation—but what he saw later completely shocked these young scouts...
The flames were burning, dead bodies were everywhere, and no one survived the looted village.
A total of 134 people died, including the elderly, women and children, and none survived. Human heads were randomly discarded on the ground, most of the supplies were looted, and the rest were basically burned by fire.
Many corpses were directly cut off by the scimitar. It can be seen how terrifying the powerful impact of the wolf cavalry is, but the most miserable ones are the female corpses in those corners—obviously, the way for the orcs to vent their desires is not simply killing .
The world is always so cruel, and when such things happen, there is no way to expect a miracle.