Sally could hardly recognize the road ahead due to the jolting of the warhorse's galloping. At this moment, she could not help but regret that she did not properly practice horsemanship in the past. Although nobles had to learn to ride horses, in order to prevent deformities in their legs, a girl like her would not spend too much time on horsemanship. Therefore, the rusty Sally did not know how to make the warhorse move faster. She only knew how to blindly whip it.
Turning her head back, she could vaguely see under the moonlight that only a small portion of the orc wolf riders had split off to deal with Old Gerson and the others. The remaining ten wolf riders were still rushing straight at her!
This was an absolutely unexpected situation. At this moment, Sally also truly realized … how determined her brother was to get rid of her.
After tearing apart the bottom line of morality, Sally was truly caught unprepared by the fangs of the shadow.
The warhorse under her had slowed down slightly due to the absent-mindedness of its owner. With such a gap, the wolf riders following behind had instantly closed in on the dangerous attack range of 30 meters.
She had calculated everything, but in the end, she still did not calculate her brother.
Sally's eyes could not help but reveal despair. The shadow of death had already shrouded her. She had not even completely understood why her brother, who had always lost to her in the past, had won so thoroughly this time. Could it be that all the previous scheming and scheming, was he deliberately numbing her? Could it be that the information she had gathered was not enough? Could it be that she was really not as smart as him?
The confidence that she had accumulated for a long time seemed to be instantly destroyed by these Orc wolf riders that had no sense of beauty. Letting a girl who had never held a sword face a team of Orc wolf riders like wolves and tigers, no matter how one looked at it, the outcome was doomed.
Desperately trying to escape, Sally found that she was unable to shake off the horde of wolves that were howling horribly behind her. She did not even dare to look back, for fear that if she made a wrong move, what awaited her would be a fate more terrible than a tragic death.
20 meters.
The Wolf Cavalrymen, whose night vision was not good, squinted their eyes slightly. They completely relied on their hearing to identify Sally's position. The Wolf Cavalrymen at the front had already lifted the net in their hands and began to swing it …
Although his eyesight wasn't good, this Wolf Rider was still confident that he wouldn't miss when he threw the net. He recalled that the one he was chasing seemed to be a human female. He even began to imagine the scene where he would be the first to "enjoy" her … Although Sir Sarota had ordered them not to leave any survivors, before or after the prey died, these barbaric beasts who had been drooling over the delicate human body for a long time would definitely not let go of any opportunity to satisfy themselves.
The excited roars of the Wolf Riders echoed across the plains, filled with undisguised lust.
However, in the next moment, the orc who was about to throw the net suddenly trembled!
"Pfft —"
He had no time to react at all. A horizontal arrow shot straight into his ribs. The sound of the arrow hitting the leather armor was like being hit by a stone in the wind. The arrow pierced into the orc's body, causing his body to involuntarily tilt to the side …
In the next moment, the net that he was about to throw was slanted to the side due to the change in his movement. The net that had not been unfurled immediately wrapped around another Wolf Rider's wolf, causing the opponent's mount to directly trip to the ground!
"Bang!"
The fallen mount wolf directly threw the Wolf Rider away. The Orc, who was hit by the arrow on the side and did not have time to let go of the net in his hand, was forcefully pulled off the mount wolf. As soon as he landed, he was ruthlessly trampled by his comrades who could not slow down in time. He was directly trampled into meat paste.
Screams replaced the excited roars just now, causing the atmosphere of this originally unsuspenseful chase to suddenly become strange.
The sudden change in the night made the wolf cavalry troops confused for a moment. They weren't suited for fighting at night. If it wasn't for the witch doctor's instructions and Sally's group 'stupidly' lighting the torches, these wolf cavalry troops wouldn't have been able to locate their target so quickly. But once the light source disappeared, their disadvantage at night became even more obvious.
Just like now, although they were attacked, they did not even know where the arrow came from!
In the darkness, Roddy rode on his horse, pulling his bow and aiming at the black shadows in the distance … The silhouettes of the Orcs on the grassy slope were incomparably clear in Roddy's eyes. To be honest, if he was shooting from a bird's eye view, Roddy might not be able to find the enemy's traces in the dark. But at this moment, the special angle and timing allowed him to launch a sneak attack effortlessly!
However, hitting the target in one shot could only be considered good luck. His archery skills that were usually 100% accurate would be greatly reduced in such an extreme environment. To be able to hit the target from 50 meters away was already an extraordinary performance of Roddy's. At this moment, he had already quickly nocked the second long arrow and pulled the horn bow.
After reaching the level of Roddy's archery skills, there was no longer any complicated movements or chants in the mind of a beginner. Instead, it had completely turned into instinct. The calculation of wind speed and angle in the mind was no longer materialized, but gradually became a part of the subconscious …
The threshold of Level 30 for a "Ranger" was to see if a person could turn this skill into battle instinct. As a Level 59 Shadow Hunter that was about to touch the threshold of Level 60, Roddy could still display an unimaginable level of battle even though he only had Level 2 physical ability.
"Whoosh —"
The sound of the arrow piercing through the air sent chills down the spines of the Orcs, and the howl that followed sent chills down their spines. The second arrow hit the shoulder of a Warg, causing it and the knight behind it to fall to the ground in pain.
It must be understood that in the era of cold weapons, the accuracy of bows and arrows could not reach more than 30%. In the past, if one wanted to intimidate the Orcs, it usually required a group of more than 50 people to shoot. According to common sense, an archer would not be able to pose any threat to a team of Wolf Riders.
Although they had received this education before the battle, when the remaining seven Wolf Riders faced Roddy, these Orc scouts felt a sense of panic that they had never felt before!
From the beginning to the end, these Orcs had been instilled with similar concepts such as "humans are weak" and "our strength is overwhelming". Even their leader, the Witch Doctor Sarota, had told these brave Orc Wolf Riders, "When facing humans, you do not need to have any fear, because they are born with a fear of us. When they wave their scimitars, humans will only tremble in fear!"
But the actual situation made them have no choice but to re-evaluate the strength of humans. Two arrows, three Wolf Riders fell off their horses, one dead and two injured. The team had instantly lost 30% of its combat power!
Just as these Orcs were hesitating to look for Roddy, another arrow shot out consecutively, causing another Orc to fall off his Mount Wolf!
"Damn it, I can't let all these years of playing games go to waste!"
Roddy, who had gritted his teeth and continued shooting, understood that he needed to start tactical evasion. He shot the seventh arrow, kicked the horse's abdomen and ran in the other direction. Squinting his eyes to make sure that Sally's shadow had gradually gone further away, Roddy then relaxed slightly and focused on the battle in front of him.
Speaking of which, Sally's escape was his goal, but Roddy was not confident that he could escape with his life under the siege of these Wolf Riders. So when he saw the Wolf Riders finally charging towards him, he immediately began to run.
There were only six Wolf Riders left. Just now, Roddy's last arrow had hit one of the Orcs in the arm, but it did not kill him. At this time, the Orc broke the arrow shaft and took out the net with a ferocious look. He silently urged his Mount Wolf to speed up, ready to ruthlessly retaliate against the human who caused them such a heavy loss. But even they did not notice that the entire team of ten people had been disrupted by Roddy alone. They had unknowingly given up on their most important target.
The Wolf Riders were not stupid. If they allowed such an accurate archer to shoot freely, it would only take a few minutes for them to be completely annihilated. So they desperately rushed towards Roddy. They only wanted to get close to this terrifying archer as soon as possible.
The Wolf Riders rushed down from the grassy slope and accelerated towards Roddy. In almost less than ten seconds, they were within fifteen meters of Roddy. Under the dim light, the Orcs could even rely on their hearing to determine his position. The Orcs once again threw the net in their hands. And this time, while Roddy secretly scolded his mount for being too slow, he also knew in his heart that it was already too late to stop the Orcs.
Listening to the sound of the net spinning through the air, he suddenly pulled the reins the moment the Orc made his move, causing the warhorse to change direction. In order to balance his center of gravity, he even completely hid on the inside of the warhorse. Such a rapid change in direction could easily break the warhorse's leg. But at this moment, Roddy had no other choice. He could only bet that his warhorse could survive this turn.
"Crash!"
The net almost missed the warhorse's butt. Holding his breath, Roddy let out a sigh of relief. He knew that he had successfully avoided this fatal blow. But before he could turn over and return to the horse's back, Roddy, who was holding the saddle tightly, felt the warhorse beside him suddenly tremble!
"Oh no!"
Almost instinctively, he let go of his hands and used the counterforce of his legs to jump back. In the next moment, the warhorse's leg actually broke, and it neighed and rolled away!
Even though he relied on his experience to jump off the warhorse at the critical moment, Roddy, who fell to the ground, did not feel much better. He tried to curl up his body to reduce the damage, but due to the huge inertia, he still rolled seven or eight times on the ground before he stopped. The horn bow on his back almost made him vomit blood, and the two swords were thrown to the ground. After he stopped, it took more than two seconds for Roddy to recover from the stunned state. And the first thing he did after he regained consciousness was to pick up the horn bow and quiver, and jump to the side!
"Whoosh —"
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