The effect of [Herculean Strike] was far more powerful than he had imagined.
Roddy's level, attributes, and attack power were completely superior to Knight Barr's. The Epic grade battle axe in his hand had increased the damage by 85% to the maximum, so his attack had the effect of an "instant kill"!
The battle axe directly cut the knight's body in half. His upper body spun and flew out, and blood splattered everywhere. His lower body fell to the ground because his feet were caught in the stirrups, and became a pile of flesh and blood.
"Plop!"
Only until Roddy's warhorse continued to charge for nearly 20 meters did he hear the sound of a corpse falling to the ground behind him. But he did not look back, and directly turned the horse around and continued to rush towards the scattered enemies.
The effect of "Bloodlust" to increase attack speed was not suitable for cavalry, so Roddy simply chose to directly jump off the warhorse after arriving at the camp, and with the battle axe in hand, he began to fight with his sword!
In such a chaotic battle, Roddy did not need any exquisite battle axe techniques at all. Just left and right slashes were enough to cause great damage. And from time to time, he would cast "Herculean Strike" on the battlefield like a war drum, repeatedly blasting the enemy into the sky with a dull thud.
The lethality of Sodelor and the others was unparalleled. Because they were well-equipped and had the protection of two priests, they did not lose any soldiers even after charging back and forth until their horses were exhausted. And when the reinforcements of the Wellington Knights arrived, the remaining hundred or so infantrymen had no room to fight back.
"Save them! Don't be stingy with potions! "
Roddy could see the heavy losses of the soldiers in the camp, and there was an indescribable anxiety in his heart. He was not afraid of injuries, but he was afraid of soldiers dying. This was his team that he had saved up bit by bit, and even the slightest mistake would make Roddy's heart ache.
And when he saw Henry and the others again, there were only seven or eight guards left standing in the caravan.
"Lord Roddy!"
Buffon shouted in a hoarse voice. Beside him, Henry, who was holding the shield with all his might, sat on the ground due to his heavy injuries. It was obvious that he could not even speak. Without saying a word, Roddy reached into his pocket and took out a bottle of "Intermediate Healing Potion" and threw it over.
The pale Henry could not open the cork because of his trembling hands. Buffon simply used his teeth to bite open the cork and poured the potion into Fatty's mouth. At the same time, a golden light flashed, and the two priests' "Recovery" finally began to save the wounded on a large scale.
Henry, who had seven to eight wounds all over his body, was out of danger with the help of potions and magic. However, he was so weak that he could not speak. Rody looked around. There were not many soldiers wearing the standard armor of the caravan among the corpses. However, the battle had caused the caravan to suffer a lot of losses. He clenched his fists and took a deep breath as he thought about his next move.
The enemies in front of him, along with the two stronger knights, could only be called "executors". What Roddy needed to find was the "mastermind".
Wellington's team rushed over and joined forces with Sodelor and the others to round up the remaining enemies. It was obvious that they had a tacit understanding to capture the prisoners of war for interrogation. Not long after, Randolf also arrived at the camp with the Wood Elves. At this time, the battle had completely subsided, and only the groans and screams of the wounded could be heard.
"Ruger, continue to lead the team to clear out the enemies."
"Carter, scatter four teams and continue to guard the surroundings."
"Don't mess up the formation. Leave two reserve teams and be careful of any possible battles."
"Sodelor, send someone to support Natha's team."
Roddy gave orders one by one. His gaze swept over the [Pet Attribute Pane] and [Map Pane]. After confirming that Nokia was on standby in the river not far away, his originally angry heart gradually calmed down. The battle had ended in victory, but he needed to learn from his mistakes and not immerse himself in self-blame and anger.
He slowly exhaled and habitually rummaged through a carriage filled with military supplies for a dozen arrows and replenished the quiver on his back.
The next step was to wait for the troops to gather and temporarily rest. Roddy went to check on the wounded who had been treated and then went to the center of the camp. He was ready to wait for Wellington, Sodelor, and the others to return before discussing the next step of the plan. But as he walked, he slightly narrowed his eyes and paused. He inadvertently swept his gaze over the forest behind him.
Roddy felt as if … someone was staring at him from afar.
But as his gaze swept over, Roddy tried to sense carefully, but he did not find any clues. He frowned and opened the interface. The state of "Environment Sensitivity" was on. He then opened the [Map Pane], but there were no suspicious targets. His gaze swept over the edge of the battlefield. The soldiers who were scouting according to orders did not find anything unusual. Roddy finally stopped thinking about it. He strode to the center of the camp and waited for Sodelor and the others to complete their respective tasks and report back.
About ten minutes later, Wellington, Ruger, Carter, and even Randolf arrived at the center of the camp. But Sodelor, who was supposed to rush back, still had not arrived.
"The battle over there is not easy to settle?"
Roddy asked curiously as he looked at the Knight of Wellington.
"Impossible. The enemy has basically been settled by us. Knight Bussell was shot dead, and they have no strength to fight back."
The Knight of Wellington was very sure about this. The doubt on Roddy's face gradually dissipated. After all, the highest level and the most experience in battle was the Specter Knight. No one would take his words lightly.
Several captains began to report the number of casualties. What made Roddy satisfied was that none of the soldiers he brought had died. The advantage of their level and equipment was undoubtedly reflected in this battle. But what he needed to reflect on was … because the team had arrived late, the guards of the caravan had lost fifteen soldiers.
This number was basically due to the two priests who pulled the wounded back from the brink of death. If it weren't for them and the potions, the number of deaths would have multiplied several times in three days.
After a simple inquiry for three to five minutes, Sodelor's team finally arrived. But when Roddy got up and looked over, he found that the other party's face was tense and they were running at full speed.
His heart tightened, and he immediately felt that something was wrong.
"Where's Natha?"
When Sodelor pulled the reins in front of Roddy and jumped down, this was the first question Roddy asked because he didn't see his' disciple 'in the team that came with him.
"Natha isn't there! Did anyone see her? "
Sodelor's words made Roddy freeze. He carefully looked at Sodelor, and his expression didn't change much. He then looked around and repeated Sodelor's question in a deep voice, "I didn't see her. Did anyone see her?"
Everyone looked at each other. Finally, Randolf, who was standing at the back, said, "I … talked to Natha before I left the battlefield over there. She said she would keep watch over there."
Roddy nodded at Randolf. He didn't doubt his words because there was no need to lie about this. So he immediately asked the others, "After this, did anyone else come into contact with Natha?"
Carter ran to ask his subordinates, and the others carefully recalled and finally confirmed that Randolf was the last person to see Natha. Roddy listened to everything expressionlessly, but he felt increasingly uneasy. Natha definitely wasn't the kind of person who would casually disobey orders. If it was because the enemy was strong, she would definitely choose to fight there without hesitation.
But now, the fact was that there were no signs of fighting, and Natha was nowhere to be seen!
In other words, Natha must have gone missing due to some external factors.
Roddy clenched his fists and lowered his eyes to hide the uneasiness in his heart.
A few minutes later, Carter brought back news. Everyone confirmed that no one saw Natha after the battle ended.
Roddy took a deep breath and immediately ordered, "All members, immediately stop all actions and immediately assign teams to search for Natha. If there are any clues, report it!"
The originally relaxed atmosphere after the battle suddenly became tense. Roddy's face had a gloomy expression that had never been seen before. He had just calmed down, but because of Natha's disappearance, there was a trace of anxiety and panic that he had never felt before.
Everyone was also puzzled. Although Natha's strength was not as strong as Roddy's, how could a Wood Elf who could travel freely in the forest suddenly disappear?
"The meeting will be postponed for now. Everyone, act according to orders."
After saying this, Roddy picked up his short bow and battle axe and jumped on his warhorse. "Once you find any clues, use the Whistling Arrow to send a signal!"
After saying this, he rushed out of the camp and disappeared from everyone's sight in the blink of an eye.
*****
"Lord Bishop, this Wood Elf seems to have a high status …"
"Nonsense. If she doesn't have enough power, how are we going to solve Lord Goethe's financial problems?" A slightly arrogant voice replied, "Nobles like Juan are not trustworthy. He hid this information from us. Does he really think that I don't know what these Wood Elves mean?"
The black robe with silver runes flowing on it was fluttering in the wind. The middle-aged man who was called 'Bishop' was holding a dark golden staff in his hand. He was walking leisurely in the shadows of the forest as if he was just taking a stroll after lunch.
Behind him were six young men in gray robes. One of them, who had a sturdy body, was carrying Nata, who was wearing a black and red leather armor. He was following behind the group in silence.
They should have been very conspicuous, but under the invisible Shadow Barrier, the outside world could only see traces of slight distortions in the air. The "Shadow Protection Barrier" allowed them to disappear into the shadows of the trees. Even their sound and smell were covered.
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