From a distance, the scouts a few hundred meters away seemed to be in a complete mess. But only when they got closer could they see the calm expressions of the soldiers. The voices around the team were not words like "go faster" or "run faster", but "slow down on Carter's side, turn around one more time", "Ruger, take the men a few more steps", and other such calm and steady orders …
Everything was a disguise. Whether it was the seemingly clumsy movements or the messy formation, it was all a deliberate facade made by the soldiers.
When the Wolf Riders rushed out of the Cossack Village, several people in the team opened their mouths as if they were arguing about something. But in fact, they did not make any sound except for their intense movements. At this time, when the two teams began to chase again, Roddy finally breathed a sigh of relief and said softly, "Okay, they've taken the bait. Everything goes according to the original plan."
His calm words seemed to have some kind of strange power, imperceptibly calming the emotions of the scouts. This kind of firm and powerful confidence, at this moment, was like the backbone of the entire team, supporting all the soldiers to continue fighting.
The seemingly panicked team immediately began to change direction and began to gallop nimbly. Now, almost everyone in this team set out with the attitude of cutting off all means of retreat. They only brought short bows and quiver, and even abandoned their weapons and armor on the grassland. So when all the horses took the "thorn leaf grass" again and began to gallop, the whole team appeared to be extremely agile and fast!
When the Wolf Riders in the back surrounded them in a mess, all the scouts had already completed their acceleration and began to run at full speed.
When the sprinting Wolf Riders were 200 meters behind the team, Roddy looked back and had already clearly seen the figure holding a wooden staff. He immediately confirmed that the other party was indeed the famous witch doctor Sarota in the future. But when he understood this, he did not feel too nervous or nervous. Instead, he was abnormally calm.
He had never been in such a state since his rebirth. The player Roddy from a long time ago had always had a 'vengeful' character. When Ruger poked his chest three times and was beaten up, it showed that he was definitely not someone who would submit to adversity. So, when Sarota ambushed him and almost killed him and Sodelor, the vengeful mentality in his heart spread out instinctively, mixing with the hatred for the Orcs, causing him to fall into the current state.
He did not recklessly and crazily fight to the death. Instead, he calculated the limits of what he could do and killed the enemy in the fastest, most violent, and most cruel way!
There were good and bad strategies. Before this, Roddy basically took the path of "good and bad complementing each other." It was similar to sneak attacking the Orcs. It seemed abnormally powerful, but after dismantling it, it was just taking advantage of the weakness of the Wolf Riders. It was not a clever strategy at all. But now, Roddy took the risk and carried out a bold plan that no one, including the scouts, could imagine!
The sound of hooves echoed in their ears, and the wind blowing in their faces was a little cold. Roddy, who had already reached the rear of the team, gave Sodelor a second order. "After entering the swamp, don't slow down. Run according to the way I taught you!"
"Yes!"
The short conversation was almost instantly drowned out by the sound of the galloping horses. Sodelor looked back and swept his gaze across the resolute faces of the soldiers. The last thing he saw was the scene of Roddy nodding at him coldly.
"Follow me!"
Sodelor ordered the scouts around him. His fingers tightened on the reins, and he took the lead and rushed out.
Before the battle in the morning, he never imagined that he would bear such a responsibility. But only now did he understand that if he really wanted to become stronger, he could not have any hesitation in his heart.
From the moment he decided to counterattack the Cossack Village in the morning, Roddy's plan made Sodelor, Ruger, and the others feel his ruthless and crazy side. And now, the whole battle that would perhaps leave an indelible impression in the depths of their memories was opened by this young Second Lieutenant.
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Under the gloomy sky, it seemed that the endless rain had finally stopped for a moment. The cold wind blew, bringing with it the unique fragrance of soaked soil.
But the originally peaceful atmosphere on the grassland was suddenly broken by two galloping teams.
The sound of hooves trampling on the mud was not as crisp as before, but it was still extremely fast. Sodelor led the team forward at full speed, and the scouts behind him gradually formed a slightly narrow line.
The pursuing Wolf Riders did not understand the intentions of these scouts. The orcs waving their scimitars on the backs of the Wolf Riders howled strangely. The opponent's adjusted formation caused them to slow down a little, and this made them slightly excited as they closed the distance between the two sides.
The Wolf Riders' legs were slightly shorter than the warhorses', and their heart and lung structure determined that their endurance was destined to be inferior to that of the warhorses that were born for long-distance running. Although the orcs' trial and error had greatly improved this situation, it was impossible for the Wolf Riders to catch up to the warhorses for more than five kilometers.
This situation had happened several times. To the scouts of Norland Village, as long as they weren't bitten by the Orcs within the first five kilometers, they wouldn't have anything to worry about. However, this' attempt 'was completely overturned after a powerful Witch Doctor appeared among the Orcs.
The green light that was cast before the Wolf Riders set off was actually an area-of-effect witchcraft similar to the "Bloodlust" — "Bull's Strength."
It increased strength by 5% and endurance by 25%. Sarota did not choose to cast the "Bloodlust" immediately because the Wolf Riders were still hundreds of meters away from the human scouts. Once the "Bloodlust" ended and they still could not catch up to the other party, Sarota would definitely regret it. So, he chose the safest way to chase these damn humans.
"Run slowly."
Sarota looked at the Wolf Riders in front and behind him gradually closing the distance. The corners of his mouth slightly curled up, revealing a slightly cruel smile.
"Running to the grassland is not a wise idea. Ignorant humans, you are really seeking your own death."
On the muddy road, the broad pads of the Wolf Riders' feet could prevent them from sinking too deeply. Thus, the more slippery the road was, the more advantageous it was for the Wolf Riders. The scouts in front seemed to be in a panic and did not choose their path. It was probably because the warhorses were of different quality and had formed a long line. In another kilometer or so, they would reach a large swamp area. At that time, these humans would definitely fall into a fatal trap because of the unidentifiable mud pit!
At that time, wouldn't these humans be meat on the chopping board?
Sarota once again sighed in his heart at the opportunity that was like a pie falling from the sky, but he was slightly startled. He felt that something seemed to be flying over in his field of vision.
At this time, the distance between the two sides had shortened to about 70 meters. Sarota carefully observed the battlefield with slight vigilance. He found that a black shadow in the sky landed on the ground in front of the team amidst the muffled sound of the Wolf Riders running. Then, the shadow was trampled by the team that whizzed past.
"Heh."
Sarota secretly laughed. At that moment, he really felt threatened. After all, the sharpshooter in the opponent's team had left an extremely deep impression on him. The moment he saw the arrow appear, he actually did not think that the other party would miss.
The older one gets, the more timid he becomes. It's a distance of more than 70 meters. Riding a horse to turn around and shoot an arrow in the midst of a high-speed pursuit, there's no accuracy to speak of.
Sarota belittled the sharpshooter. He looked at the black shadow that appeared in the sky again indifferently. Just as he was about to sneer, he saw the black shadow land on his team!
Thud!
Sarota couldn't see where the arrow landed. Before the muffled sound of the Wolf Riders falling to the ground disappeared, the panicked cries of the Wolf Riders who couldn't dodge in time and were tripped rang out. Sarota turned his head abruptly, and his gaze quickly swept past the back of the team. With this arrow, a Wolf Rider was directly shot to death. Even three Wolf Riders were tripped and fell. Two Wolf Riders fell directly to the ground and were trampled by the Riders behind them until they vomited blood. It seemed like they would not survive!
How is this possible?!
A chill spread from the bottom of his heart. When he turned his head to look at the human team that was getting closer and closer, he finally saw who was shooting the arrow.
This human riding on horseback with a short bow in his hand seemed to be extremely confident in following behind all the scouts. When Sarota's gaze was focused on him, he saw the human turn around, nock the arrow, raise the bow, and release the arrow. After a series of smooth movements, Sarota's pupils suddenly shrank, and he instinctively pulled the reins in his hand to the side.
The next moment, a soft "poof" sounded beside him. The arrow brushed past the wooden staff in his hand and fell to the ground.
Sarota instantly felt cold sweat seeping out of his back.
This must be a coincidence. This must be a coincidence.
His heart couldn't accept such a fact at all. To be able to take the initiative under such harsh conditions, the other party's archery skills could already be regarded as amazing! If each of his arrows could be as accurate as just now, I'm afraid …
Just as this thought formed in his mind, he heard the screams of the Wolf Riders who fell to the ground after being shot by arrows again.
Sarota pursed his lips, and his hand that was holding the wooden staff became a little pale. He immediately ordered the Orcs beside him loudly, "Disperse! Disperse a little! "
There was no other way around it. The Wolf Riders could only endure such attacks before they got close to the enemy, and Sarota could still afford this sacrifice. As long as the other party was eventually caught by the net, he was confident that he had a hundred ways to torture this guy to death!
As a superior, Witch Doctor Sarota's thoughts at this time were not wrong. Death was a common thing in a bloody battle, but this kind of grievance of being beaten was a kind of torture for anyone. However, as time went by, when Roddy shot ten arrows and caused more than seven people in this team to fall, the witch doctor was finally completely enraged!
"Bloodlust!"
The red light flashed once more, and the Wolf Riders that were only 40 meters away from the scouting party abruptly sped up. They charged forward in a loose formation, as though they were going to swallow up the humans that had been stretched into a thin line in the next moment.
Sarota showed a ferocious expression. His eyes were almost spewing flames as he looked at the human who was still running away quickly in front of him. He only thought about the scene of tearing the other party into pieces in a few minutes, but for a moment, he ignored the subtle changes in the surrounding scenery.
His eyes were fixed on the human who kept turning back to shoot arrows in the distance, but he saw that the other party had put away the short bow and seemed to have given up the intention to continue shooting. Sarota, who thought that the other party felt oppressed because of his "Bloodlust," vaguely saw that the moment the other party turned back, the other party seemed to reveal a strange smile.
Illusion?
How could he smile when he was about to die?
This thought quickly dispelled the slight uneasiness in his heart. When he looked forward, the Wolf Riders at the very front had already raised the net in their hands. This was because the human who had been incomparably arrogant just a moment ago was now within 30 meters of them.
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