At this time, there will be no courts to uphold justice, and no one will stand up to call for justice for these dead villagers... If you die, you are dead, and no lord will go to war for this—the massacre of the village happened , For Suo Deluoer and others, it may be an unforgettable event in a lifetime, but for the ruling class of the kingdom, such news will be completely forgotten after a few meals.
Those with a little brain would understand that those nobles definitely had no reason to go to war.
Because of such a clear understanding in his mind, Sodloor would only feel deeply powerless when he was indignant, but what followed was a strong desire to fight the orcs desperately.
Regardless of whether these villagers knew each other or not, the behavior of the orcs was tantamount to provoking humans—he couldn't help thinking... If he turned a blind eye and left silently, would he be the next one who was decapitated
After simply clearing up the battlefield, Soderol finally decided to lead the soldiers towards the depths of the grassland. If you can find those orcs, maybe you can sneak attack, if you can't find them, let them go. While such an action might sound reckless, no one disputed the decision after witnessing the horrors in Cree Village.
Only at this time, the hatred of human beings towards alien races can make them burst out with amazing courage—and knowing that Rody and the team in Nolan Village are working hard for this, so Suo Deluoer has no heart at all. I thought about the word "avoid war".
Hatred is as simple as that, you kill me, I kill you, if you can stop it, you can block it, if you can't stop it, you die, there is no more possibility, no second chance.
The blood flowing in the veins once made the scouts on horseback look forward to the possible battle, but as time passed, when they saw the fire on the horizon, they gradually remembered a fact: what is going to happen now , is entirely a real, life-and-death battle.
"Ready to fight! Array!"
Looking at the orange-red camp that was approaching in front of him, Soderol gave an order loudly. The sound of swords being drawn out of their sheaths sounded one after another. Amidst the noisy sound of horseshoes, fourteen scouts barely formed a conical charge formation. Because it was in the dark night, it was difficult to grasp the distance between them, and the horses galloped forward. The speed is not fast, crooked, like a train that is about to get out of control.
Suo Deluoer tried his best to control the speed to ensure that everyone can maintain this formation and rush to the enemy's face - he is very clear... such a fire on the grassland should be caused by the arson of the temporary camp, combined with Rody's previous actions , I am afraid that the two sides have already fought against each other at this time!
I couldn't help being a little excited, no matter how the next battle would happen, the appearance of my number 15 riding a horse would definitely cause a blow to the morale of the enemy.
All kinds of associations flashed in my mind: If Rody was at a disadvantage at this time, would he be able to deter the enemy after launching a wave of charges
If Luo Di just led someone to light the fire and then ran away, should he follow the traces all the way to catch up
Soderol thought a lot, but he never thought about the scene where Rody defeated the orcs. Because of emotion and reason, he did not believe that a team of fourteen or five people like himself could have any impact on the enemy who slaughtered an entire village.
"Get ready to speed up!"
When the voice was called out, the team had already come within two hundred meters of the camp. Although they tried their best to maintain the integrity of the formation, after all, the scouts who entered the battlefield for the first time in the dark night were a little nervous. After that, the soldiers on both sides began to loosen due to their poor equestrian skills, so the whole team rushed forward like wings that could not be stretched.
Suo Deluoer narrowed his eyes and concentrated his attention on searching for possible enemies, but what suddenly appeared in front of him was a large area that he did not expect.
The gathered wargs appeared in front of the team without warning.
"How is this going?"
There was no way to process such a message in his mind. There were only wolves but no orcs. This made Suo Deluoer stunned for a moment, and then instinctively turned the team aside—because their formation was used to kill orcs. In the densely packed pack of wolves, not only is it meaningless, it may also cause unnecessary casualties.
But with such a sudden change of formation, the little vigor that the entire team had just formed suddenly dissipated, and it was obvious that they could not condense more combat power in a short period of time. Although Suo Deluoer understood the consequences of this, there was nothing he could do about it, because the riding skills of his subordinates were really uneven, and it was impossible to enforce orders and prohibit them.
The scattered team of scouts circled around the wolves. Each of them looked nervously at the blazing camp, trying to find the enemy, and soon found seven or eight strong men with machetes in their hands. And the figures gathered together...
This is undoubtedly the orc.
The burning light of the camp allowed Suo Deluoer to see everything clearly - the number of orcs, their location, the possible direction of escape, the combat power they can have, etc. information immediately came to mind, but when he turned his head and wanted to command his subordinates However, he was a little annoyed to find that... the team behind him had been completely scattered, and it was impossible to make corresponding adjustments.
In desperation, he had no choice but to shout "Follow me", trying to make up for the flaws in the formation with pure momentum, but before rushing towards the enemies, he heard a strange sound of horseshoes not far away.
When he looked to the other side, the small team... rushed out of the darkness and appeared in front of him without warning.
The pupils seemed to dilate at this moment, and Suo Deluoer was completely shocked by everything that appeared in front of him - tall military horses, neat formations, soldiers wearing armor and holding long swords staring at the front like a torch, leaning forward , skillful and powerful slashing...
The invisible morale reached its peak the moment the long sword was swung.
There was no shouting, no messy slogans, the perfect formation of fourteen cavalrymen ran over the orcs with that incomparable momentum!
As if a roaring torrent submerged several tender grasses, under the shadow of swords and swords, orcs flew upside down, their corpses were crushed by war horses, and there was no more sound.
Everything happened too quickly, and after the rumbling sound passed, Soderol and the team behind him advanced less than 50 meters. But at this time, the second lieutenant had already felt the powerful momentum of that team when they charged—to be honest, he had seen many private guards of nobles, and even his family had led troops to fight against them. It was a small-scale war, but because of this, he could understand the level of these knights in front of him!
If you compare the soldiers behind you with others, you will be humiliating yourself!
In the peaceful years, most of the knights only pursued the strength of individual force, but never paid attention to the collective cooperation that can better exert the power of cavalry. In order to make his troops have enough combat power, Suo Deluoer really put in painstaking training for a long time, but it is obvious that the cooperation of these soldiers is really not good. The team that wanted to play a "miracle effect" couldn't even organize a decent charge...
On the other hand, the team in front of them directly flattened the enemy in a standard charge formation, and judging from the chaos of the battlefield, they have been charging here for a long time!
This means that after more than three charges, they can still maintain such a neat and sharp formation to harvest all the enemies!
After just a few glances, Suo Deluoer was shocked by this fact and couldn't breathe.
He gradually stopped, and the cavalry gradually dispersed in the distance, as if they were looking for some fish that had slipped through the net in the dark. Kill those sons of bitches" or something like that.
"K... Carter?"
The voice was vaguely familiar, and Soderol had a strong memory, and immediately thought of the guy in Nolan Village who chatted nonsense with the scouts all day long—but in such an impactful scene, he didn't dare to confirm this fact at all. .
No matter how you think about it, a guy like Carter can't connect with the cold and powerful cavalry just now.
Looking around, it seems that there are no living orcs in this burning camp. There are all kinds of corpses scattered on the ground. When he squinted his eyes and looked carefully, he was extremely surprised to find that there was not a single beastman among them. is human.
The scouts behind also gradually stopped, looking around in amazement, they were not able to roughly judge what happened just by clues like Soderol, but when they saw such a scene, they were originally worried. The uneasy heart also suddenly changed from extreme nervousness to extreme amazement.
"Dismount and clean up the battlefield."
Soderol sighed, turned over and jumped off the horse after the order was given, he had already seen the figure at the campfire in front of the camp. He would never recognize Roddie's iconic armor and figure, and when he confirmed his existence, Soderol finally confirmed a fact—
This camp that should have belonged to the orcs was really killed by him with a team of scouts.
When he walked towards the burning bonfire, the scene in front of him had an inexplicable and powerful impact: the burning camp was full of flames, but the figure sitting in front of the bonfire was always sitting there quietly. There seemed to be something still in front of him, roasting above the campfire.
Beside Rody, there were corpses of orcs. Those who were far away basically had arrows stuck in their throats, while those who were close had their chests cut open or their heads were chopped off by machetes.
The linen bandages were wrapped around Rody's hands, with some blood oozing from them, but other than that, there were no other wounds on his body. The scimitar was placed on the ground on both sides of the body, the quiver leaned crookedly to the side, there was only one arrow left in it, and the horn bow was thrown at his feet. The other party looked at the campfire, slightly lost in thought.
"Roddy, I—"
"Did you bring someone over?"
Turning his head, Rody smiled, and his expression didn't change much from usual, but Soderol felt that seeing such a smile in such a situation made him feel a little awkward.
Thinking of the slaughtered village, he really couldn't respond with a smile, so he could only nod his head in response.
"Have you eaten?"
"ah?"
Soderol was stunned, he didn't expect Roddy to ask such a question.