From a distance, the scout team a few hundred meters away is completely in a mess, but only close up can you find the calm and calm expressions of these soldiers. The words of "run away" are calm and calm orders like "Carter slow down, turn around more", "Luge leads the people to walk a few more steps"...
Everything is camouflaged, whether it is the seemingly clumsy movements or the scattered formations, it is an illusion deliberately made by the soldiers.
When the wolf cavalry rushed out of the Cossack village, several people in the team opened their mouths as if arguing about something, but in fact they didn't make any sound at all except for violent movements. At this time, when the two teams started chasing again, Rody finally breathed a sigh of relief, and said softly: "Okay, they're hooked, and everything is going according to the original plan."
His calm words seemed to have some kind of strange power, which invisibly calmed down the emotions of the scouts—this kind of firm and powerful self-confidence, at this moment, was like the backbone of the entire team, supporting the courage of all soldiers to continue fighting .
The seemingly flustered team immediately began to change directions, and started galloping neatly. Now almost everyone in this team travels in a state of recklessness—they only carry short bows and quiveres, and even abandon their weapons and armor on the grassland. So when all the horses took "Acanthus" again and started galloping, the whole team seemed extremely flexible and fast!
When the wolf cavalry surrounded them in disorder, all the scouts had already accelerated and started running at full speed.
The sprinting wolf chased him two hundred meters behind the team. Rody turned his head and saw clearly the figure holding a wooden staff among them, and he immediately confirmed in his heart that the other party was indeed the very famous witch doctor Sarotta — It’s just that when he understood this, he didn’t feel overly apprehensive or nervous, instead, he was extremely calm.
This kind of state has hardly appeared since rebirth. The player Roddy a long time ago, in fact, has always had the character of "revenge" in his heart—Rugge poked him three times in the chest and was beaten up, which already shows that he is by no means Submissive temperament, so when Sarota ambushed him in a siege posture, and even almost let him and Soderol be murdered, the instinctive revenge spread in his heart was mixed with the hatred for orcs , together let him fall into the current state—
It's not about desperately and madly smashing, but calculating the limit of what you can do with your mind, and solving the enemy in the fastest, most violent, and cruelest way!
Strategies can be both positive and strange. Before this, Rody basically followed the path of "complementing the positive and the strange". A battle similar to a sneak attack on the orcs was extremely powerful. After dismantling it, it just took advantage of the weakness of the warg. Well, it's not a good idea at all. But now, Roddy resorted to a dangerous strategy and implemented a bold plan that no one—even these scouts—could imagine!
The sound of horseshoes echoed in my ears, and the wind blowing in front of me was faintly chilly. Rody, who had already come to the rear of the team, gave the second order to Soderol who was in the front—"Don't slow down after entering the swamp, follow the Run the way I taught you!"
"yes!"
The brief conversation was almost instantly drowned in the sound of galloping war horses. Soderol turned his head and scanned the faces of the soldiers with resolute expressions, and the last thing he saw was Roddy nodding to him indifferently.
"follow me!"
Suo Deluoer ordered to the scouts around, clenched the reins with his fingers, and rushed out first.
Before the morning's battle, he had never imagined that he would take on such a responsibility—but until now, he realized that if he wanted to really become stronger, he could not have any hesitation in his heart after all.
From the moment he decided to counterattack the Cossack village in the morning, Rody's plan made Sodlor, Luge and others feel his cruel and crazy side. And at this time, the whole battle that might leave an indelible impression deep in their memory was kicked off by this young second lieutenant.
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Under the gloomy sky, the seemingly endless heavy rain finally stopped for a moment at this moment, and the cool wind blew past, bringing with it the unique fragrance of soaked soil...
However, the originally peaceful atmosphere on the grassland was suddenly broken by two passing teams.
The sound of the horse's hooves stepping in the mud was not as crisp as before, but the speed was still extremely fast. Suo Deluoer led the team to accelerate forward, but gradually formed a long and narrow line with the scouts behind him.
The wolf cavalry chasing behind did not understand the intentions of these scouts. The orcs wielding scimitars on their backs screamed strangely. A little excited by the distance.
The legs of wargs are slightly shorter than those of warhorses, and their heart and lung structure also determines that their endurance is destined to be incomparable to warhorses that are naturally suitable for long-distance running. Although the breeding of orcs has greatly improved this situation, but more than five kilometers The distance of the warg is impossible to catch up with the horse.
This situation has happened several times. For the scouts in Nolan Village, as long as they are not bitten in the first five kilometers, then they certainly don’t have to worry about it—but there are many such "attempts" in the orc team. After a powerful witch doctor, he was completely overthrown.
The green ray of light cast by the wolf cavalry before they set off was actually the same ranged witchcraft as the "Bloodlust" - "The Power of the Bull".
With a 5% increase in strength and a 25% increase in stamina, Sarota did not choose to cast "Bloodthirst" at the first time, because at this time the wolf cavalry were still hundreds of meters away from the human scouts. After the end, he still didn't catch up with the other party, and Sarota was too late to regret it, so at this time he took the safest way to chase these damned humans.
"Run slowly."
Seeing the wolf cavalry in front and behind him gradually narrowing the distance with satisfaction, the corners of Sarota's mouth slightly raised, revealing that slightly cruel smile—
"Running to the grassland is not a wise idea, ignorant human beings are really looking for a dead end."
On the muddy road, the wide pads of the wargs can prevent them from sinking too deep, so the road is more slippery, which is beneficial to these wolf cavalry. Row, walk another kilometer or so, and there will be a large-scale swamp area. By then, these humans will definitely fall into a deadly trap because of the unrecognizable mud pit!
At that time, these human beings will not be meat on the chopping board
Once again he sighed in his heart at the opportunity in front of him like a pie falling from the sky, but he was slightly startled, feeling as if something flew over in his vision.
At this time, the distance between the two sides has been drawn to about 70 meters. Sarota carefully observed the battlefield with a little vigilance in his heart, and found that a black shadow raised in the sky fell on the ground in front of the team amidst the muffled sound of the wolf running. , and was crushed to pieces by the roaring team.
"Ah."
Smiling secretly, Sarota really felt threatened at that moment just now. After all, the archer in the opponent's team really left a deep impression on him. The moment he saw the arrow appear , I never thought that the other party would miss.
It's true that the older you are, the younger you are. At a distance of more than 70 meters, riding a horse and turning around to shoot arrows in this fast-running pursuit, I think there is no accuracy at all.
The evaluation of the sharp archer was lowered a bit, Sa Luota looked at the black shadow that appeared again in the sky indifferently, and was about to sneer, but saw that the black shadow fell into his side impartially. In the team!
"Boom!"
I couldn't see where the arrow was shot, and the muffled sound of the wolf falling to the ground hadn't disappeared, and the terrified screams of the wolf knight who couldn't dodge and was tripped rang out—Sarota turned his head sharply, his eyes quickly Behind the passing team, when the arrow went down, a warg was directly shot to death, and three wargs were tripped over, and two wolf knights fell directly to the ground, and were stepped on by the following knights so that they spit blood out of their mouths , Seeing that I can't survive!
How can it be? !
A coolness spread from the bottom of my heart, and when I turned my head to look at the human team that was getting closer and closer, I saw clearly who was shooting the arrow.
This human holding a short bow and riding on horseback seems to be very confidently attached to the rear of all the scouts. Just when Sarota focused his eyes on him, he watched the human turn around, nock the arrow, raise the bow, and scatter. Let go, after a series of smooth movements, Sarotta's pupils shrank suddenly, and instinctively pulled the rein in his hand to the side.
A light "poof" sounded next to him, and the arrow fell to the ground while sticking to the wooden staff in his hand.
Sarota instantly felt cold sweat seep from his back.
It must be a coincidence. It must be a coincidence.
He didn't accept this fact at all in his heart. To be able to still take the initiative under such harsh conditions, the opponent's archery skills could already be called miraculous! If every arrow of his can have the same aim just now, I'm afraid...
As soon as this idea was formed in his mind, he heard the screams of the wolf cavalry again after being shot by an arrow and fell to the ground.
Sarota pursed his lips, and the hand holding the wooden stick turned a little white, and immediately gave a loud order to the orcs beside him: "Scatter! Spread!"
There is no way to be beaten. The wolf cavalry can only bear this kind of blow before they get close to the enemy, and Sarota can still bear this sacrifice-as long as the opponent is finally caught by the net, he is confident that there are a hundred ways Torture this guy to death!
As a superior, the witch doctor Sa Luota's thoughts at this time are correct. Death in a bloody battle is a common thing, but this kind of frustration is a kind of torture for anyone—but As time passed, when Luo Di shot out ten arrows and caused the team to fall with more than seven people, the witch doctor was finally completely irritated!
"Bloodlust!"
The red light lit up again, and the wolf cavalry, who were only 40 meters away from the scout team, suddenly started to accelerate, and the loose formation rushed forward, as if they were going to pull the formation into a slender strip in the next moment Humans directly annexed the general.
Sa Luota showed a ferocious expression, his eyes almost spewed flames and looked at the human beings who were still running fast in front of him, he only thought about the scene of smashing the opponent into thousands of pieces in a few minutes, but he ignored the surrounding scenery for a while subtle changes.
He fixed his eyes on the human who kept turning back and shooting arrows in the distance, but he saw that the other party put away his short bow, and seemed to have given up on continuing to shoot arrows. He thought that the other party felt oppressed by his "bloodthirsty technique". Sarota, however, vaguely saw that the other party turned around, and seemed to show a strange smile.
illusion
How can you laugh when your death is imminent
This kind of thought quickly dispelled his slight uneasiness. When he looked forward, the wolf cavalry in the front had already raised the throwing net in his hand—because the human being who was so arrogant just now had been forced to approach within thirty meters.
The throwing net was spinning in the air, which seemed to have foreshadowed the ultimate fate of these human beings—but just before it was thrown, an accident happened.