The Orcs whizzed past Roddy, but they couldn't hurt Roddy at all. But to him, rolling down from a galloping horse was definitely not a pleasant experience —
"Motherf * cker, motherf * cker, motherf * cker, it hurts so much!"
Roddy's eyes were almost red from the pain of rolling so far on the ground. He cursed like a machine gun, and shot three arrows consecutively to vent his anger!
The Orc who brandished his sword turned around, trying to catch Rody's figure. However, he heard a 'ping' sound in his ears and his vision blurred. The Orc's temple had been pierced by an arrow. Blood and brain matter splattered out as the Orc's body tumbled beneath his mount.
The other two arrows hit the enemy, but due to the poor vision, the Orcs were not killed immediately. Instead, they stopped for a moment and continued to charge forward on their wolves. At that moment, there were only five Orcs left who were charging at Roddy, and one of them was injured.
Compared to the previous team of ten people, it was already a miracle that Roddy managed to kill half of them by himself. But facing the remaining five Orcs, he couldn't even stand on the ground and fight against them. Roddy didn't see himself as a bug. Although he knew that he had a life-saving bug that he could use, it didn't matter what level he was. Facing the charging Wolf Riders, he was no different from a straw under a sickle.
Run? Facing a cavalry, running was the dumbest choice. No matter how fast his legs were, he couldn't run out of the enemy's field of vision in an instant. If it was the Ranger Roddy from before, he might have a chance to turn the situation around with his skills. But now, he was only at level 2. The only thing he could do was to grit his teeth and kill as many Orcs as possible before the enemy came into contact with him. Only when the number of enemies decreased, would his chances of escaping increase.
This was a gamble. Roddy knew that he was standing in front of the God of Death. Although he had experienced this countless times, he knew that if he failed, he would just have to wait for the prompt to revive in the graveyard.
But now, what he had to face was real death.
The only weapon he could use to fight back was the horn bow in his hand.
Taking a deep breath, Roddy stared at the scene in front of him. He gathered his concentration and lifted the Horn Bow.
In a world that seemed to have slowed down, the noise of the environment seemed to have completely disappeared, leaving only the buzzing sound of the bowstring slicing through the air.
This voice was like the scythe of the Grim Reaper, quietly cutting through the dark curtain of night.
In just five short seconds, the Orcs were attacked with even more terrifying precision than before.
The first three Wolf Riders were hit in the chest by the arrows, and the huge impact knocked them off their mounts. After they hit the ground, they rolled and howled in pain. However, the remaining two Wolf Riders were already charging at full speed!
Ten meters.
The Orc warrior, who was familiar with fighting on the wolf's back, had already swung his scimitar forward, ready to use the inertia to tear Roddy apart!
But Roddy was still standing in the same spot, staring straight ahead without blinking.
The bow was pulled to the fullest, and a long arrow shot out.
Crack!
At such a close distance, the arrow pierced through the head of the first Wolf Rider. The huge penetrating force killed the Wolf Rider instantly. The Orc on the wolf's back lost his balance and was thrown forward.
But this was not the result that Roddy wanted. His original plan was to kill the Wolf Rider and let it fall to the ground while blocking the last Wolf Rider behind him. But now, the remaining Orc actually went straight over the Wolf's corpse and swung his scimitar at him without hesitation!
Roddy could not dodge and could only roll on the ground awkwardly. But this time, he was one step too slow.
Hiss —
He had never experienced such a real feeling of being hit by a Horseman. Roddy, who was once just an otaku, at this time, his whole body was blown far away by the horizontal impact. In a trance, it was as if he was not hit by a knife, but by a stick, causing him to completely lose control of his body.
Fortunately, because of Roddy's dodging movement, he finally avoided the fate of being cut in half. But the pain from the wound on his back, delayed by the adrenaline for a few seconds, was still transmitted. At first, it was cold, followed by a terrible burning pain, as if he was being burned by a flame.
Roddy uncontrollably sucked in a breath of cold air and almost fainted from the pain. He wanted to make a sound, but a strange moan came out of his throat.
It was not that he had never been injured before. "Earth Splitter" provided players with pain simulation. Roddy, who had been injured countless times in the past, had a certain degree of immunity to pain that was almost numb. But that pain was limited to the mechanical electric shock when playing games. Compared to the pain brought by real lacerations, it was completely incomparable.
The sharp pain made it difficult for Roddy to even move. But when he thought that he still had to face a Wolf Rider riding a Wolf, he clenched his teeth and forcibly stood up with a mouthful of hot blood and adrenaline. He picked up an arrow scattered on the ground and placed it on the horn bow that he had never let go of. He tried to pull the bow with all his strength, but failed because of the terrible wound on his back.
"F * ck!"
The angry cursing sounded weak. In his somewhat blurry vision, the Orc had already turned around and rushed towards him again. The Orc raised his scimitar and swept it through the air, locking onto Roddy's neck. Roddy desperately pulled the bowstring half way, but because his movements were too distorted, the arrow flew past the Orc's crouching body. It missed.
His heart instantly turned cold. His fingers trembled as he tried to search for the arrow, but found that the quiver on his back had already fallen to the ground.
Damn it, I should have used the bug to recover my HP first!
It was too late for Roddy to call out the interface to level up now. From the time he fell off the horse until now, when he once again faced the enemy's scimitar, it had only been less than 30 seconds.
The angry Wolf Rider seemed to have already seen the scene of Roddy's head being separated from his body. However, it was also at this moment that the most unexpected scene in this battle suddenly happened in front of Roddy.
Suddenly, there was the sound of hurried hooves. When the sound appeared, it seemed that the warhorse had already rushed in front of him. Roddy looked at the Wolf Rider that was already in front of him, but only felt a strange darkness in front of him.
"Bang!"
The muffled sound of flesh hitting flesh, the roar of the Mount Wolf in pain, the neighing of the warhorse, and in between, there was also a short scream. Roddy watched a warhorse and the Mount Wolf in front of him collide with a loud bang. The violent impact caused the two Knights on the horse to fly past his side.
Roddy was stunned, and then he felt that the scenery around him was a little white. Then his legs went soft, and he uncontrollably sat on the ground.
This was not because he was scared, but because he had lost too much blood, and his body was completely unable to support it.
"What is this, Kamikaze Agents?"
There was no light around. Roddy opened his eyes and felt that the scenery in front of him was getting more and more blurred. He could not recognize who used such a stupid way to help him out of trouble. But obviously, no matter who it was, using such a suicidal way to help him out of trouble would not end well. He did not think too much, the only thing he could remember at this time was two words.
"Level up."
Trying his best to endure the suffocating pain, Roddy shook the sticky blood on his fingers, gritted his teeth and shouted, "Character interface!"
Then, while he was in pain, he waved his hand in the air, gritted his teeth and said, "Level up!"
After this sound, the whole battlefield fell into silence.
Next to Roddy, the Mount Wolf that was inexplicably knocked away did not die. The burly guy was a little stunned after being hit, but after a few seconds, he realized what he should do. He pushed away the Mount Wolf that was pressing down on him. The pain in his legs made him unable to stand up, so he could only fumble in the dark for the scimitar that was thrown on the ground. When he finally grasped the hilt of the scimitar and looked at Roddy, his eyes widened and his mouth opened in surprise …
Under the dim moonlight, he saw that the human who was originally knocked away by the scimitar actually slowly stood up from the ground. He raised his head as if nothing had happened, took a deep breath, and then relaxed his neck.
The "ka ka" sound of bones rubbing against each other echoed in the wilderness, making the Orc's hair stand on end for a moment.
Roddy exhaled and casually picked up a scimitar that was dropped on the ground. He leisurely chopped left and right a few times, as if he was adapting to the weight of this weapon. In the dark and tragic battlefield, his posture was as relaxed as a person shopping in a supermarket on the weekend. When he walked over, a few strange songs came out of his mouth. The tune was something that the Orc had never heard before.
"Calabash Brothers, Calabash Brothers, seven flowers on a vine, not afraid of wind and rain, lalalala …"
When he walked in front of the Orc whose leg was broken because of the fall, Roddy stopped humming and kicked away the scimitar in the Orc's hand. Then, he looked at the Orc whose face gradually became ferocious and wanted to fight back with all his might. Suddenly, Roddy asked in the Sabine language, "Hey, let me ask you something. Is Witch Doctor Sarota alright?"
A stunned expression appeared on the Orc's face.
But Roddy did not seem to want to get any answer …
"Oh, actually, I don't really care about this topic. I just want to practice my spoken English."
"Puff —"
Blood splattered and the sturdy Orc's head was instantly separated from his body.
"Cough, cough …"
A weak cough came from beside him. Roddy casually waved his hand and the scimitar stood on the ground with a thud. He turned his head and stared at the grassland not far away. It was obvious that the knight who "bravely" knocked away the Wolf Rider was lying on the ground …
"Please don't be Sally … please don't be Sally … please don't —"
Although Roddy prayed in his heart that the person who carried out the suicide attack was not Sally, but when the linen dress came into view, Roddy still cursed in his heart.
"Oh … f * ck!"
The only thought in his mind was, "I finally let you run away, why did you come back?!"
But then he also understood that the other party had just saved his life. To put it more seriously, this was a life-saving grace. But obviously, Roddy did not have the consciousness of kowtowing and kneeling after being saved. Now that the situation was critical, who would have the mood to think about other things?
Looking back at his surroundings, he saw a few silhouettes moving not far away. Clearly, a few orcs that hadn't died yet were staggering towards him. Roddy raised his eyebrows and decided to go to Sally's side first. Seeing that her eyes were closed and seemed to have fainted, he immediately reached out and patted her cheek and shouted, "Hey! Wake up! Don't fall asleep. Hey! Can you hear me? Pinch me hard with your fingers if you can hear me! "
He held onto Sally's hand that was hanging limply at the side. This was a method he used in the game before. After a player was seriously injured, he had to confirm if the other party was still conscious. And under normal circumstances, the pain caused by the system would often make them unable to speak, so the rescuers would let the other party answer the question through their fingers.
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