"Bang, bang, bang."
The sound of weapons cutting through flesh was completely covered. All Xhosa could hear was the muffled sound of bodies being knocked away by warhorses.
Screams rang out one after another. Xhosa wanted to step forward, but he found that he was of no help at all. Because such a rapid attack was impossible for the Beastmen without their wargs to defend against … In their field of vision, the knights only took less than three seconds to appear and disappear!
The night became the biggest obstacle to the Orcs' counterattack, but it also became the biggest cover for the humans' surprise attack.
"Go find the warhorses! Go quickly! "
Xhosa tried hard to calm down and ordered loudly. Not far away, three or four Orcs who were attacked by the cavalry were cut away. Three of them had their chests caved in and vomited blood, completely losing the ability to fight. The rest of the orcs who had gotten out of their tents heard his order and immediately ran towards the place where the wargs were supposed to be. However, they had only run a few steps when they found another team of seven people appearing in the darkness!
The neat formation maximized the impact and lethality. When these cavalry roared past, the Orcs did not even have time to block, let alone the so-called "counterattack". The warhorses swept past, and four or five Orcs were cut away again.
"How could this be … how could this be …"
Xhosa's hand trembled as he held onto his scimitar. He never thought that a team of thirty-three Wolf Riders would suffer such a blow. Although the other side seemed to only have two teams of seven people, he knew that in the night where the Orcs' vision was limited, the enemy on horseback was a complete nightmare!
"Tell me where the warhorses are! Damn it, who's looking after the warhorses? "
Although he was cursing, the Orcs around him were panicking and running. They wanted to find the warhorses, but because of their vision, they could not see the group of sleeping animals only a hundred meters away. Finally, some Orcs remembered the way to contact the warhorses and imitated the howl of the warhorses. After getting a response from the warhorses, they confirmed the location.
But at this time, they found that the position of the warhorses seemed to be a little far.
The burning fire in the tent gradually lit up the surroundings. Xhosa found that the surroundings had become a sea of fire. He roared, but for a moment, he did not know what order to give. Should he let his men gather, or let them rush over and ride the warhorses to counterattack?
After thinking for a few seconds, he finally pointed to the distance and shouted, "Run! Run towards the warhorses! Don't wait here! "
Immediately, he called for his two subordinates to protect him and prepared to rush towards the direction of the Warg. However, before he could take a few steps, a handful of blood splashed onto his face without warning.
A warm feeling came, and the unique salty smell of blood rushed into his nostrils. Xhosa, who was running, instinctively had goosebumps all over his back. The feeling of extreme danger immediately made him raise his scimitar to defend himself.
Crack!
The sound of metal colliding shook his ears, and the huge force made his body stagger a few steps and almost fall. However, although Xhosa looked big and round, he was extremely fast. He rolled on the ground, and when he got up, he had already used his scimitar to protect himself. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the attacker who had appeared out of nowhere.
Everything happened in the blink of an eye. When Xhosa raised his head, the first thing he saw was the corpse of his subordinate falling to the ground … The corpse's neck was bare, and his head was nowhere to be seen. Blood was splattering everywhere, and it was a strange scene.
Beside the corpse was the short assailant who had suddenly appeared.
In the eyes of the orcs, this guy in black leather armor could only be called "skinny". He was a head shorter than Xhosa, and his shoulders were half as narrow. His waist was probably not as thick as Xhosa's thigh … His image did not bring any visual impact to the orcs at all. It even made Xhosa feel that he could trample him to death with just a lift of his hand.
"Kill him!"
He immediately shouted. When Xhosa got up, another subordinate had already brandished his scimitar to attack the skinny attacker. Xhosa looked at the position and used all his strength to make a horizontal slash, blocking all the opponent's defensive angles!
In his mind, humans were ultimately unable to resist the full attack of the orcs. If the opponent tried to resist, he would definitely be chopped to death together with his scimitar!
Wait … Scimitar?
In the dim light, Xhosa noticed that the opponent was not using the usual long sword used by humans, but two shining scimitars!
A sudden premonition of danger arose in his heart. But at this time, Xhosa had already made his move to attack, and there was no room for maneuver.
Opposite Xhosa, Roddy made a decision that was completely unexpected to the orcs. He raised the two scimitars, one in front and one behind, in a blocking posture.
Such a posture stunned Xhosa for a moment. Not to mention himself, even the subordinate next to him was also a master with infinite strength. With such a slash, according to "common sense", a human would at least end up with a broken arm at the very least …
But the next scene really overturned this "common sense".
"Ka ka!"
Two crisp sounds rang out. The power that erupted after the scimitars collided completely pressed on Roddy's body. The web between his thumb and forefinger was instantly torn. But with the support of his strong attributes, Roddy forcibly resisted this attack that was enough to cut any scout into pieces!
The "Stalker Hunter Suit" allowed Roddy to have twice the strength of the current Xhosa. Although his body did not look as strong as the orcs, in terms of strength alone, he was indeed the most powerful existence in the entire battlefield!
"Ha!"
With a loud roar, Roddy raised his hands and completely pushed the two orcs away. At the moment when the orcs stiffened, Roddy had already stepped out with his swift steps, swinging his scimitars continuously, and slashed at the orc who was closer to him!
Xhosa, who was on the side, could not help but step back because of the huge force that erupted when Roddy pushed them away. The scene in front of him made him feel like he was watching a spinning windmill. The two scimitars in the human's hands rotated wildly with his arms, and "smashed" the weapons in the hands of his subordinates!
Xhosa watched helplessly as the scimitars in the hands of his subordinates were knocked out of their hands by such a force, and then their chests were split open, and their necks were cut in half. The brutal attack even made Xhosa shudder at this moment!
After all, things like "attributes" were not something that the "natives" of the continent could understand at all. Just like before, no one thought that Roddy could easily shoot and kill the orcs. They did not understand the "piercing" damage of the bow and arrow and the 25% bonus to the attack of the "unarmored" orcs, nor did they understand what a terrible "war machine" Roddy would become after he equipped the Stalker Hunter Suit!
At this time, Xhosa found that he could not retreat, so he finally stepped forward. But before he swung the scimitars in his hand, he saw Roddy's figure suddenly approaching, and with a twist of his feet, he actually disappeared from his sight!
This was the "Shadow Waltz" that had once caused Sodelor a lot of trouble.
"How —"
Xhosa suddenly turned around and tried to find Roddy's shadow, but he saw an arm flying in front of his eyes. Before he could feel the surprise in his heart, the sharp pain in his left arm made him instantly break out in a cold sweat …
Fast, it was really too fast.
In a trance, that indifferent face seemed to flash in front of him, and then his chin was kicked directly. His whole body flew diagonally upwards, and he did not know how many teeth were broken. When he fell to the ground, everything in front of him seemed to be still spinning …
In the darkness, that figure stepped forward and came in front of him.
"You are the leader?"
When the person spoke standard Sabine language, Xhosa's already numb brain seemed to be unable to even produce the emotion of shock.
The sound of the horse's hooves echoed on the battlefield, and the screams of the orcs who were slashed and sent flying could be heard incessantly. Xhosa's left arm was bleeding profusely, and the sharp pain made him clench his teeth. He wanted to retreat, but he saw that the person had already come in front of him and stepped on his chest.
"I don't have much time, so I'll make it short."
Roddy casually cut off the opponent's scimitar along with his fingers. Amidst the screams, he bowed slightly, and after confirming the warhammer mark on Xhosa's body, he said in a low voice, "Tell me about the current territory of your tribe."
… … …
The fire burning in the tent grew brighter and brighter, and finally became a point of light on the horizon that could not be ignored.
Sodelor, who was looking around on horseback, frowned when he saw this, as if he had finally found his target. He led his subordinates behind him towards the place where the fire appeared.
The scouts behind him were silent, each of them looking solemn and vaguely angry. Sodelor was the same, his tense face filled with irrepressible anger.
In the evening, Sodelor and the fourteen other scouts had wanted to catch up with Rody and help him. However, Rody's horse had excellent endurance. On top of that, the sky was completely dark. As a result, they completely lost track of Rody. In the end, Sodelor had no choice but to lead the team to Cree Village to check out the situation. However, what they saw afterwards completely shocked the young scouts.
Flames burned, corpses covered the ground, and there was not a single survivor in the looted village.
A total of 134 people died, including the elderly, women, and children. Not a single one was spared. Heads were casually thrown on the ground, most of the resources were looted, and the rest were basically burned in the fire.
Many of the corpses were directly chopped in half by scimitars, and one could see how terrifying the powerful impact of the Wolf Riders was. The most tragic were the female corpses in the corner. Clearly, the Orcs' way of venting their lust was not just through killing.
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