At a time like this, there wouldn't be any court to uphold justice, and there wouldn't be anyone who would stand up for the villagers who had died … Dead was dead, and no lord would mobilize troops for it. The massacre of an entire village might be an unforgettable event for Sodelor and the others, but for the ruling class of the kingdom, such news would be completely forgotten after a few meals.
Anyone with a brain would understand that there was no reason for the nobles to mobilize their troops.
With this clear understanding in his mind, Sodelor only felt indignant and powerless. But what followed was a strong desire to fight the Orcs to the death.
Regardless of whether the villagers knew them or not, the Orcs' actions were equivalent to provoking the humans. He couldn't help but wonder … If he turned a deaf ear and left silently, would he be the next one to be beheaded?
After cleaning up the battlefield, Sodelor finally decided to lead the soldiers into the depths of the grassland. If they could find the Orcs, perhaps they could launch a sneak attack. If not, they would just give up. Although this action sounded a little rash, after witnessing the tragic state of the Cree Village, no one objected to this decision.
It was only at this time that the humans' hatred for the alien races could make them share a common enemy and burst out with astonishing courage. In addition, Sodelor knew that Rody and the Norland Village's team were working hard for this. Therefore, the thought of 'avoiding the battle' never crossed his mind.
Hatred was that simple. If you attacked, I would attack. If you couldn't, you would die. There were no other possibilities, no second chances.
The hot blood coursing through their veins made the scouts on horseback look forward to the battle that might happen. However, as time passed, when they saw the flames on the horizon, they gradually remembered a fact: what was about to happen was a true battle that would decide life and death.
"Prepare for battle! Get into formation! "
Sodelor ordered loudly as he looked at the orange-red camp that was gradually approaching. The sound of swords being unsheathed rang out one after another. Amidst the clamor of hooves, the 14 scouts barely managed to form a cone-shaped charging formation. Because it was night time, it was difficult to determine the distance between them. The horses galloped at a slow speed, like a train that was about to go out of control.
Sodelor tried hard to control his speed to ensure that everyone could maintain this formation and charge to the enemy. He knew very well that the flames on the grassland were probably caused by the temporary camp being set on fire. Combined with Roddy's previous actions, it was likely that both sides had already started fighting!
He couldn't help but feel a little excited. No matter how the battle would turn out, the appearance of his 15 men on horseback would definitely be a blow to the enemy's morale.
Various thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant. If Roddy was at a disadvantage now, would he be able to intimidate the enemy after launching a wave of attacks?
If Roddy just lit the fire with his men and fled, would he be able to chase after them?
Sodelor thought of many things, but he didn't think of Roddy defeating the orcs. He didn't believe that a team of 14 or 15 men like him could have any impact on an enemy that had massacred an entire village.
"Get ready to accelerate!"
By the time he shouted, the troops were already within two hundred meters of the camp. Even though they were trying their best to maintain the integrity of the formation, the scouts were still a little nervous since it was their first time on the battlefield in the dark of night. When the horses started to gallop, the soldiers on both sides had already started to relax due to their poor horsemanship. Therefore, the entire troop rushed forward like a pair of wings that could not be stretched out.
Sodelor narrowed his eyes, concentrating on searching for possible enemies. However, what suddenly appeared in front of him was a large group of unexpected existences.
The gathered wargs appeared in front of the team without any warning.
"What … What's going on?"
Sodelor couldn't process the information in his mind. There were only wargs and no orcs. This stunned him for a moment, and then he instinctively ordered the team to turn to the side. Their formation was used to kill orcs. If they directly crashed into the dense pack of wargs, not only would it be meaningless, but it could also cause unnecessary casualties.
But with such a sudden change in formation, the spirit that the entire team had built up suddenly dissipated. It was obvious that they couldn't muster up any more fighting strength in a short period of time. Although Sodelor understood the consequences, he couldn't do anything about it. His men's horsemanship skills were really mixed, and they couldn't follow his orders at all.
The scattered scouts circled around the Warg Wolves. Each of them was extremely nervous as they looked at the blazing campsite, trying to find the enemy's figure. Soon, they discovered seven or eight burly figures holding machetes in their hands gathered together.
Without a doubt, they were orcs.
The light from the burning camp allowed Sodelor to clearly see everything. The number of orcs, their location, possible escape routes, their fighting strength, and so on immediately appeared in his mind. But when he turned to command his subordinates, he was somewhat annoyed to find that the team behind him had completely scattered, and he couldn't make corresponding adjustments at all.
Helpless, he could only shout, "Follow me!" in an attempt to rely on pure momentum to make up for the flaws in the formation. But before he could rush towards the enemies, he heard the sound of unfamiliar horse hooves not far away.
When he looked to the other side, he saw a small team suddenly charge out of the darkness and appear in front of him without any warning.
Sodelor's pupils seemed to dilate at this moment. He was completely shocked by everything that appeared in front of him: tall and sturdy military horses, neat formations, armored soldiers with longswords in their hands, gazing ahead like torches. Their bodies leaned forward, and they slashed skillfully and powerfully.
The invisible morale reached its peak the moment the longswords were swung.
There weren't any loud shouts or messy slogans. The 14 Cavalrymen formed a perfect formation and crushed the Orcs in an unparalleled imposing manner!
As though a roaring flood drowned a few tender grasses, the orcs were sent flying and their corpses were trampled by the warhorses, never to be seen again.
Everything happened too quickly. After the rumbling sounds subsided, Sodelor and the team behind him had only advanced less than 50 meters. At this moment, the Second Lieutenant clearly felt the powerful momentum of the charging team. To be honest, he had seen many private guards of nobles, and even his family had led troops in small-scale wars. But because of this, he understood the level of the standards of the knights before him!
If he compared the soldiers behind him to them, he would be asking to be humiliated!
In times of peace, most of the knights only pursued individual strength, and never paid attention to the teamwork that could better display the power of the cavalry. In order for his troops to have sufficient combat strength, Sodelor had trained them painstakingly for a long time. But it was apparent that the cooperation of these soldiers was lacking. The team that wanted to display a 'miraculous effect' couldn't even form a proper charge …
On the other hand, the team before him had trampled the enemies in a standard charge formation. Judging from the mess on the battlefield, they had been charging for a long time!
This meant that after more than three charges, they were still able to maintain such a neat and sharp formation to reap the lives of all the enemies!
After just a few glances, Sodelor was so shocked by this fact that he couldn't breathe.
He gradually stopped in his tracks, and the cavalrymen also gradually dispersed in the distance, as if they were looking for some fish that had escaped the net in the darkness. In the distance, he could hear someone shouting, "Good job, lads!", "Kill these sons of b * tches!", and so on.
"Ka … Carter?"
The voice sounded vaguely familiar. Sodelor had a strong memory, and he immediately thought of the fellow who chatted with the scouts in Norland Village all day long. But in such a shocking scene, he didn't dare to confirm this fact.
No matter how he thought about it, he couldn't connect a fellow like Carter with those cold and powerful Cavalrymen.
Looking around, there didn't seem to be any living orcs left in this burning camp. There were all kinds of corpses scattered on the ground. When he squinted and looked carefully, he was shocked to find that not a single one of them was human.
The scouts behind him also gradually stopped and looked around in shock. They weren't like Sodelor, who could roughly deduce what had happened with just a few clues, but when they saw this scene, their originally anxious hearts suddenly turned from extreme nervousness to extreme amazement.
"Dismount and clean up the battlefield."
Sodelor sighed. After giving the order, he flipped over and jumped off his warhorse. He had already seen the figure by the campfire in front of the camp. There was no way he would mistake Roddy's iconic armor and figure. After confirming his presence, Sodelor finally confirmed a fact.
This campsite that should have belonged to the orcs was really wiped out by him and his team of scouts.
As he strode towards the burning campfire, the scene before him had an inexplicable and powerful impact. The burning campsite was filled with flames, but the figure sitting in front of the campfire was still sitting there quietly. When he looked closely, he discovered that there seemed to be something placed in front of him, roasting above the campfire.
Beside Roddy, there was a pile of orc corpses. Those who were further away had arrows stuck in their throats, while those who were closer had their chests sliced open or their heads chopped off.
Linen bandages were wrapped around Roddy's hands, and some blood seeped out. Apart from that, there were no other wounds on his body. The scimitars were placed on the ground by his side, and the quiver was tilted to the side. There was only one arrow left inside, and the horn bow was thrown by his feet. He looked at the campfire, slightly lost in thought.
"Roddy, I —"
"You brought people over?"
Turning around, Roddy smiled. His expression didn't seem to change much, but Sodelor felt that seeing such a smile in this situation made him feel a little awkward.
Thinking of the village that had been slaughtered, he really couldn't respond with a smile. In the end, he could only nod in response.
"Have you eaten?"
"Ah?"
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