In the era of cold weapons, a mount with thick skin and flesh paired with a sharpshooter with powerful attacks resulted in the creation of a "tank" with terrifying firepower.
The Wolf Riders were shocked by the huge monster in front of them, but when they saw that the armored monster was just an elk, the fear in their hearts immediately dissipated. They had hunted many elks in the forest along the way. Although the one in front of them was much bigger than the ones before, in the eyes of the orcs, "herbivores" were always no different from lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
So they simply sped up. Some raised their nets, some swung their machetes, and they rushed straight at Roddy.
At the same time, Roddy used the "Mongolian Style" to catch the first arrow.
Because the distance of the "Mongolian Style" was about 15 centimeters longer than the "Mediterranean Style", it meant that at least 15% or even 20% more strength was needed to pull the bow to the predetermined position. As a result, the arrows Roddy used now were completely different from the ones before.
The body of the arrow was longer, the arrowhead was heavier, and the shaft was thicker. The arrow that had been adjusted (Note 2) was almost the same as a thinner short spear. These arrows would not explode, and they only had the purest physical lethality.
So when the first arrow was released, the orcs immediately realized that there was a problem.
"Bang!"
The orc who was shot in the chest did not groan in pain. Instead, he fell straight down from his mount!
The weight of more than 100 pounds still could not stop the huge force when the arrow stopped. The widened T-shaped arrowhead lost its stability, but greatly increased its lethality. It did not "penetrate" the armor, but directly smashed the opponent's chest!
And just as the arrow was released and the bowstring was still vibrating slightly, the second arrow was already on the bowstring with a wave of Roddy's fingers.
The large tail groove that was designed to counter the "Mongolian Style" and the "Magician's Hand" pushed Roddy's shooting speed to the extreme. After activating the "Rapid Shooting" skill, his arm movements were so fast that they almost turned into a blur!
At a distance of 30 meters, Roddy aimed completely based on his feelings. Because when the shooting speed reached this level, it was meaningless to rely on his eyes to determine the direction of the arrow. He was now like a machine gun that had pulled the trigger. He directly suppressed the enemy with the number of arrows!
The sound of the bowstring cutting through the air was continuous.
Although he had gone through a lot of training, the accuracy of the 'Mongolian Style' was still not as good as Rody's usual 'Mediterranean Style'. The first three arrows either missed or hit the warg. However, after some adjustments, when the speed increase of the 'Rapid Shooting' skill stacked up to 25%, his attack had a 'qualitative change'.
Four arrows per second.
The four or five Orcs charging at him did not even see what was going on before they fell head-first to the ground, as if they had been hit by an arrow at the same time. Roddy was almost like a cannon at that moment. With his strength alone, he had achieved the suppressive effect of a squadron's shooting!
Although the "Train King" could only move forward unhurriedly, a distance of thirty meters was a matter of two or three seconds for both sides. And in these two or three seconds, seven Wolf Riders had already been shot down by Roddy.
The instant the two sides crossed paths, the 'Train King' used its huge antlers to send a Warg flying, while the Wolf Riders on both sides brandished their blades in an attempt to slash at the Train King's legs, only to find their weapons being forcefully broken apart amidst the intense friction.
The three layers of steel scale armor were not something their weapons could penetrate.
Two nets were thrown onto the protruding plates on both sides of the saddle, but before they could be dragged away, Roddy's arrows had already killed the two Wolf Riders. At such a distance, the advantage of the Mongolian Style of shooting was undoubtedly displayed. Roddy gritted his teeth and madly rained arrows on both sides. Like a machine gun firing at close range, he nailed all the Wolf Riders within a ten-meter radius to the ground!
The Wolf Riders also howled as they tried to drag Roddy off the Elk, but they discovered that the "Train King" was too tall, so most of them could not attack Roddy at all. Even when they got close, the horizontal slashes of their scimitars would be blocked by the protruding plates. Even touching Roddy became a problem for them!
In just one exchange of blows, Roddy had already shot thirty-six arrows, killing and injuring thirteen people. As for the Wolf Riders, other than leaving a few slashes on the "Train King's" armor and hanging two nets, they did nothing else.
Roddy gasped for breath. Although he had withstood the charge by himself, the intense and rapid firing of arrows had strained his arm. His fingers were also trembling violently.
But there was no excuse for war. He made the "Train King" turn around and run in another direction, while he turned around and continued shooting.
The advantage of mounted archery was once again on display. The Wolf Riders needed to circle around before they could get close to Roddy again, but his firepower never stopped because he had enough arrows and stamina. He had been suppressing them from the beginning to the end!
Standing on the special saddle of the "Train King," Roddy's arrows were almost limitless. At the same time, he had the advantage of having a "high vantage point" in his field of vision. In the end, he decided not to let the "Train King" escape. Instead, he turned around and charged straight at the Wolf Riders.
This was because after sixty arrows were fired, only twelve of the original thirty Wolf Riders were left.
At this moment, these Orcs hadn't even touched the "Train King"'s butt.
In the face of such a great disparity in casualties, even the bravest Orcs hesitated. Apart from having an advantage in a face-to-face collision, the Beastmen were basically getting beaten up the rest of the time. The closer they were to the Beastmen, the higher their chances of being killed. This cruel outcome caused the Beastmen to stop in their tracks. Then, they turned around and ran at the same time.
This was the first Wolf Rider troop in the entire Davinci Forest that chose to run away because they were outmatched.
The Orcs felt humiliated. They didn't want to believe that their entire troop had been defeated by a single person. But the arrows flying past them forced them to face reality.
"Retreat! Retreat! "
They gritted their teeth and urged their wargs to speed up. But before they could run far, they saw a group of thirty to forty human riders surrounding them …
In the past few minutes, Sodelor had already mounted his warhorse again and gathered most of the soldiers of the "Dragon Spear Knights" to rush over. At this moment, seeing that there were only twelve Orcs left, they clamped their horses' abdomens without another word and began to charge head-on with tacit understanding.
They had done too many things like "beating up Orcs" on the Nehemia Steppe. Hearing the "familiar" howls of the other party, the Dragon Spear Knights seemed to have returned to the time when they braved the heavy rain to charge at the enemy.
But compared to that time, they could be said to have been reborn. Twenty-six of the soldiers who used to only be level five or six had now become advanced knights. At the same time, all of them held more powerful weapons in their hands and wore expensive armor.
More importantly … they had an iron will in their hearts that was stronger than the equipment they wore.
But these Wolf Riders who belonged to Godard didn't realize what kind of role the humans in front of them were. In their eyes, the human troops wearing gorgeous armor were all "just for show." They had charged all the way from the borders of the kingdom to here, and all the troops they encountered along the way … were as fragile as thin paper under the charge of the wargs.
Compared to Roddy, who was standing on the elk behind them and shooting continuously, they were more willing to face these "fragile" human riders.
So looking at Sodelor, who had already raised his longsword and was using "Battle Aura" to form a clone, the leader of the Orcs shouted, "Kill them! Leave this place! "
Three seconds later, this Orc, who had been grinning hideously, had his head chopped off with a frozen expression on his face.
"Kill!"
The Dragon Spear Knights had never been afraid of a head-on charge, not to mention that these Orcs were already an arrow at the end of its flight and didn't even have decent armor on them. With just one charge, 11 of the twelve Orcs were cut down, and the remaining Orc's arm was chopped off. After passing through the line of defense, his face was full of shock, and he widened his eyes in disbelief.
And just as he turned his head to look at his companions who were left with broken limbs, an arrow that fell from the sky directly pierced through his throat, causing this Orc to fall to the ground, dead.
Standing on a tree, Natha slowly put down her short bow and looked at the battlefield before her with a grave expression.
The Orcs were ultimately stronger than the humans. Although they were protected by armor, three of the Dragon Spear Knights were still injured, and two of their warhorses lost their mobility. Although no one died, bone fractures were unavoidable. A veteran even had a large cut on his stomach, causing blood to flow continuously and even drip down the horse's abdomen to the ground.
However, his expression didn't change at all, and he continued to hold his longsword tightly as he followed the team …
At this moment, under the lead of Titus and Wellington, Sally's forty private troops had finally arrived. Looking at the unstoppable army in front of them, many people secretly took a deep breath.
There were many things that couldn't be achieved through simple training. Military discipline, willpower, and outstanding strength could only be obtained through the tempering of countless battles.
"Treat the wounded! Get into a defensive formation, and be careful of other enemies! "
Roddy jumped off the "Train King" and loudly gave orders. Akasha quickly rushed over to save the wounded. Sally glanced at her and also began to cast divine spells, unwilling to be outdone. Naifei, on the other hand, stared blankly at the Orcs in the forest who were pierced with arrows, not knowing what to say.
She witnessed the scene of Roddy killing 18 Orcs from afar. When they fought together in the magic training field, Roddy gave Naifei the feeling that he was a rookie who was trying hard to learn magic. But on the battlefield, those countless times of practice made Roddy have such terrifying destructive power.
Such a scene had a great impact on Naifei, who was only 14 years old. She had never thought that "magic" could have such a great effect in a war. Compared to Roddy's powerful ability to reverse the situation, she had only sat on the horse and cast a few simple magic spells from beginning to end, and even made a few mistakes in the process …
She suddenly regretted that she didn't practice as hard as Roddy, but now she couldn't help at all …
"Naifei!"
"I'm here, brother Roddy!"
Seeing that Roddy was looking for her, Naifei had an indescribable feeling in her heart. But she never thought that Roddy would rush over and directly carry her …
"Brother Roddy, what's going on? What are you doing? "
Roddy didn't say much. He raised his hand and waved to the distance, and the Needle Tail Sand Cone standing on the tree trunk fluttered its wings and landed on the ground. Because the tree trunk was a little high, the Keda Duck finally landed on its butt. It looked a little miserable.
But he didn't care about this. He pulled the buckle on the saddle of the Needle Tail Sand Cone and put Naifei on it. At the same time, he said in a low voice, "Now return to Elsen City. Pay attention to the shield along the way to keep warm, do you hear me?"
The appearance of the Orcs had completely disrupted Roddy's plan. The situation was out of his control. The first thing he thought of was to make sure that Naifei was far away from these dangers.
Reaching out his hand to smooth Naifei's hair, Roddy continued, "Go back and tell mother that I'm safe here, so she doesn't have to worry …"
The words were stuck in his throat. Naifei's eyes were red as she pulled the buckle and jumped down …
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Distance (Note 1): The distance between the tail of the arrow and the bow window after the arrow is pulled.
Roundness (Note 2): This refers to the hardness of the arrow shaft. The higher the weight of the bow, the harder the arrow used.
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