Captain Hank thought that today's experience was strange enough.
First, he met a group of unreasonable scouts who were like bandits, and he was dragged by them to chase after the ferocious wolf riders. Then, he met a crazy scout captain who wanted to ambush the camp of the wolf riders, which was twice his size.
And now, when he saw the captain striding towards the orc camp, he only felt that today's "bizarre experience" might have an even more bizarre twist …
The feeling of waiting in the dark was not pleasant. Hank felt his legs go weak when he thought about the thirty-three beastmen and forty-two Wargs in the camp that was a hundred meters away.
It was not that he did not have the thought of escaping, but the scene of the scouts from Norland Village facing the orcs made him feel very conflicted. If Roddy said, "We can't win today, let's retreat first", Hank would definitely be the first one to turn around and leave. However, as the captain, Roddy was the first one to rush forward. Even if Hank wanted to run, the uncontrollable sense of shame in his heart made him unable to move his feet.
No matter how cowardly he was, Hank was still a citizen of the Cullen Kingdom with a trace of bravery in his heart. Even though he was afraid of the Orcs, it did not mean that he did not want to kill them. His comrades were all killed by the Orcs, and he was the only one who managed to escape. Such an experience not only brought him fear, but also endless hatred.
Although he did not have the thought of revenge, he still had some fantasies in his heart. Maybe these crazy people who were not afraid of death could really kill a few orcs?
If they were all sacrificed, should he go back and tell others about their heroic deeds?
After struggling for a long time, Hank finally gritted his teeth and made a decision. Even if he was called a coward, he must spread the heroic deeds of these scouts to every corner of the kingdom.
Even if he had to admit that he was a coward, he had to do it.
After making this decision, he still felt a bit excited about this wish. However, after letting his imagination run wild in the bushes for more than two hours, when he really couldn't help but raise his head, he discovered that the camp in the distance was still quiet, as if the sneak attack hadn't started yet.
These guys … could it be that they had left him here and slipped away?
He glanced at the campfire in front of the orc camp and saw a group of terrifying wargs. He was so scared that he shrunk his head and held his breath. After a long time, he finally had the courage to look up again. Just when he was wondering what kind of strategy that guy named Roddy had arranged, the figure of the captain suddenly appeared in his field of vision.
He — he just walked over?
In the distance, a staggering orc was chopping up meat to feed a Mount Wolf. Captain Roddy walked up to the orc and said something.
This scene really shocked Hank. He was dumbfounded, and the first thought that came to his mind was, "Could it be that these scouts colluded with the orcs?"
Before the second thought appeared, the saber light in the distance cut off all his thoughts.
The next scene made Hank completely dumbfounded. Rody bent down and started to drag away the corpses of the Orcs. He then started to dismember the corpses and feed them to the wolves. Rody then calmly led the wolves away.
In less than a minute, Hank finally could not bear the impact of the scene in front of him. "Wah!" He vomited on the ground, but he immediately covered his mouth. He closed his eyes and tried not to recall what he just saw. However, the silhouette of the scimitar was like a brand that was permanently rooted in his mind.
It was too scary. It was simply not a f * cking human …
His stomach turned upside down. When he recovered, Hank felt that he did not even have the strength to stand up. When he raised his head again, he saw that Captain Roddy was walking back to the camp.
Because of the departure of the Mount Wolf, three patrolling orcs in the distance seemed to have noticed something strange. At this moment, they were looking for the Mount Wolves that were lured away by Roddy. Roddy, who had not walked far, stopped at this moment.
Then, he took out the horn bow on his back and pulled out an arrow from the quiver.
Hank thought that he would see the scene of Roddy shooting the orcs to death. Who would have thought that the scout captain would actually shout a strange language in the distance. It sounded like the language of the orcs.
The three people in the distance actually stopped in their tracks. Then, they responded and walked towards Roddy. It seemed like they actually treated Roddy as their comrade.
Hank swallowed his saliva. He saw that Captain Roddy just stood there and waited for them to come over. It was as if he was not afraid of being discovered. When the distance between them was less than 30 meters, Roddy's arm that was holding the arrow suddenly moved.
Hank, who was lying in the grass, could not hear the sound of the bowstring. He could only see Rody's arm quickly pulling the bowstring three times. When he looked to the other side, he saw the three Orcs clutching their throats and kneeling on the ground. They then fell to the ground.
This scene happened without a sound. Everything in front of him was like a pantomime. Hank rubbed his eyes with all his might. In his mind, everything seemed to be too illusory, and he could not wake up from it.
In his eyes, the indifferent figure walked to the corpse of the orc and bent down to pull out the arrow from its throat.
Hank panted heavily as he tried to pinch his cheeks. However, he realized that the pain only made him more clear-headed. Thus, he began to convince himself to calm down. That fellow in the distance might really be a highly skilled scout captain. Next, he would have to conceal himself and coordinate with his teammates …
Just as this thought appeared in his mind, he saw Roddy walking to the center of the camp. He bent down to pick up firewood and threw it out to ignite the tent.
"Crazy … He's really f * cking crazy …"
Hank felt as if he had been punched in the face. He realized that up until now … he had never guessed the captain's intentions correctly, not even once.
A few seconds later, an Orc discovered the fire and rushed out of the tent. But the moment he lifted the curtain, an arrow pierced through his head without any warning.
Before a shocked expression could appear, the body that was still charging forward fell to the ground after running a few steps. After twitching a few times, there was no more movement.
Rody openly stood next to the bonfire with the bow in his hand. He would shoot at any tent where a person appeared. His posture was too leisurely. Hank, who was watching from a distance, never thought that someone would be able to remain calm in such a situation.
If not for the fact that the orcs were falling to the ground in different postures, Hank would have thought that Roddy was standing on the training ground practicing target practice.
The shouts were extremely frantic, and the Orcs had no idea what was going on. The first five Orcs to react were instantly killed the moment they stepped out of the tent. The remaining Orcs could only watch helplessly as their comrades fell to the ground with arrows sticking out of their heads. After a while, they realized that the culprit was actually standing right next to the campfire!
More and more orcs appeared from the tents. Roddy's right arm moved so fast that it became a blur. Hank's nerves were numb as he watched the scene unfold before him. The only thought that came to his mind was, "Is this guy going to massacre the entire camp by himself?"
Of course, such a thought was unrealistic.
The Orcs finally reacted and roared as they surrounded Rody. Eight of the thirty-three orcs had been killed by Roddy. Seeing that the enemies had given up on putting out the fire and were pouncing towards him, the scout captain raised his bow and shot an arrow into the sky. He then threw the bow away.
"He'll die if he fights recklessly."
As a bystander, Hank could clearly see Roddy's situation. The orcs had already surrounded Roddy and were about to drown him. However, in the blink of an eye, Hank suddenly lost sight of the scout captain!
Roddy had disappeared.
Just as Hank was dumbfounded and staring into the distance, at a loss for words, the sound of horse hooves could be heard. It broke through the darkness of the night and charged out from the shadows!
..
When Xhosa was woken up by the noise outside the tent, the dizziness caused by the wine had not subsided.
His mind was groggy. He opened his eyes and stared for three or four seconds before he gradually remembered that he was not in the tribal territory of Rohal's Hammer, but the border of the Kingdom of Karen.
When he confirmed this fact in his mind, the noise outside the tent became ear-piercing. Although he did not know what time it was, such noise was obviously not normal.
Could it be a sneak attack?
The first thing that came to his mind was the possibility. Xhosa felt an inexplicable pain from the wound on his back. The scene of his outpost being ambushed by humans more than a month ago flashed before his eyes. The ominous premonition suddenly made him inexplicably alert.
Xhosa quickly picked up his machete and rushed out of the tent while holding his breath. In the dark of the night, his men were waving their weapons and rushing towards the campfire. There were seven or eight corpses on the ground. Xhosa's heart skipped a beat and he shouted, "What's going on?!"
But the response he got was the sudden sound of horse hooves coming from the other side of the camp.
His heart seemed to stop for a moment. When he realized what it meant, the remaining pleasure and courage in his mind disappeared in an instant because of the rising fear.
"Enemies! It's cavalry! Get out of the way! "
He shouted to his men in front of the campfire to warn them. But the horses were too fast. Xhosa, who had poor eyesight in the dark, only felt that the horses appeared side by side as if they had appeared out of thin air. When a dozen orcs in front of the campfire turned their heads and tried to push each other away, the swift knights had already rushed in front of them.
"Damn it …"
Because Xhosa was standing next to the tent, he was in a completely bystander position at this time. But from this angle, he could clearly see how the subordinates he was once proud of were crushed by the humans …
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