The distance was getting closer and closer.
The stench from the wolf's bloody mouth hit them in the face. The orc cavalry howled and rushed into the crowd in front of them. Hearing the cries and shouts, George turned his head and looked at his sister who was holding a child not far away. Without hesitation, he clenched his weapon and rushed up. Behind him were the old, weak, women and children. Once the wolf cavalry rushed in, it would be a massacre. As a trained militia, he could not sit back and watch the tragedy happen.
"Come with me! Men stay and block them! "
George waved his weapon and went up. Several men with children around him also clenched their weapons and rushed up. There was fear in these people's eyes because they were facing a terrifying mount wolf cavalry. Not to mention the orc warriors above, even the mount wolves below were not something they could easily deal with. These ferocious beasts were the leaders of the wolf pack. The wolf that was bigger than a calf could easily deal with a real warrior. It was difficult for them, who had only received militia training, to defeat it.
The ferocious smile of the orc appeared in front of them. The wolf just pounced and knocked over the man next to it. Then the crisp sound of bones breaking was heard. The wolf's bloody mouth bit off his throat.
Fear was spreading.
The crushing strength and the shadow of death made many people fearful. But no matter how scared they were, no one retreated in the end.
Because they had no way to retreat!
Behind them were a group of old, weak, women and children. Their relatives were among them. As men, they had to stand up, even if they knew they would die.
But even if they died!
They had to fight to the last moment.
"Awoo!"
The mournful howls of the wolves reverberated in the air. The Wolf Cavalry was like a torrent that broke through the defensive formation in front of them. These ordinary militia could not stop them at all. In just the moment of collision, more than ten militia fell to the ground. A wolf rider crossed their line of defense. The killing had awakened the bloodthirsty nature of the orcs. It rushed directly to a woman who was running away. Because she was carrying a child, she was too slow, so the wolf rider easily caught up with her.
Sharp blades cut through the air!
Facing the terrible enemy, the woman, who had no fighting experience, squatted down at the moment of contact. Her mother's instinct made her tightly protect the child, exposing her defenseless back to the enemy.
A head flew into the air.
The blood gushing out was accompanied by the mournful cries of the children. The Half-Orc cavalry laughed and waved their swords again.
They had no sympathy for the alien races.
Their bloodthirsty nature made them brave warriors, and such warriors were ruthless on the battlefield. The harsh living environment made them believe in natural selection. The weak could only be eliminated, even their own kind.
The cold light appeared once again!
It wasn't the first time they had slashed their swords at the crying children in front of them. As relatively stupid half-orcs, they also had a smart side, which was that the children of their enemies would become their new enemies when they grew up.
The smell of blood filled the air.
Sharp blades slashed through the air, and a massacre seemed to be about to take place.
Swoosh!
A sharp arrow flew out.
The body of the half orc cavalry stiffened for a moment, and then he fell off the wolf.
The sharp arrow shot directly into its head, penetrating its skull in an instant. With a plop sound, the second arrow shot out, hitting the wolf's head in an instant, nailing it to the ground.
Terrible strength!
There seemed to be someone approaching in the darkness, and the speed was quite fast. Behind him, more figures appeared.
Cold swords appeared.
The Wolf cavalry close to the crowd was instantly killed by the flying shadows. Their ferocious heads fell to the ground one by one. Even the ferocious wolves couldn't hold on for more than a second.
"Roar!"
Accompanied by a dull roar, a huge figure rushed out from the darkness.
He was wearing heavy armor, and his eyes were bloodshot as he roared in excitement. Blood vessels that looked like earthworms appeared on his explosive muscles.
This was a three-meter-tall warrior!
He seemed to be heavy, but his charging speed was extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, he rushed to the front of a Wolf cavalry. Then he roared and swung the heavy anchor in his hand. The terrible power erupted with a dull roar. The wolf was directly smashed into meat paste with the Half-Orc cavalry on it.
"The Half-Orcs are just so-so!"
The giant glanced at the frightened half-elves beside him, and a sinister smile appeared on his scarred mouth. Then, he rushed up again. His huge body swung the heavy anchor as if he was entering and exiting a place where there was no one. Not a single wolf rider could withstand his attack. Often, they would be smashed into a meat patty together with their wolves.
Giant.
The pirate leader under Søren. He wasn't very smart, but he was quite good as a fighter.
He should be the pirate leader under Søren who was the closest to the legendary level. His lack of intelligence didn't affect Søren's use of him. With the blood of the Swamp Giant and the warrior's job as a Barbarian, this guy with all brawn and no brain would rush to the front in any battle. Often, he would break the enemy's defense line alone.
"Don't waste time!"
Scarface stabbed his sword into the wolf's throat. He turned to look at the giant next to him and said in a deep voice, "There are enemies approaching! They can't hold on for much longer. You go and help them deal with the Half-Orc army. "
A figure quickly approached in the darkness.
Søren's elite pirates finally arrived. The Wolf cavalry fell one by one. When they saw that something was wrong, they immediately tried to escape, but they were killed by arrows one by one.
The giant roared and rushed up.
"Berserk!"
After his huge body approached the Half-Orc army, he didn't stop at all. He directly waved the anchor and rushed into the army from the side of the temple warriors.
This time, the orc army was thrown off their feet.
"Giant! You idiot! "
Scarface was so anxious that he stomped his feet. Helpless, he could only speed up and rush over.
This idiot!
I let you support the temple warriors behind, not let you rush into the Half-Orc army alone. Scarface cursed in his heart, but at this time, he could only brace himself and go forward.
"Bang!"
With a shrill scream, the Half-Orc warrior's body was directly smashed out, and then he hit seven or eight people in a row, and then he fell to the ground and died. The giant relied on his full body armor. His strength was higher than Søren's in the state of transformation. Coupled with the giant's body advantage, he simply crushed all the Half-Orcs. The anchor used by a large warship was a complete killing machine on the battlefield. The Half-Orcs, who were known for their strength, were like a group of children in front of him.
The heavy anchor roared past.
The giant seemed to feel that this was not enough, so he directly threw the huge anchor in his hand.
This time, it was simply flesh and blood flying!
The heavy anchor whistled past like a shadow, and it forcibly cleared a bloody line in the middle of the Half-Orc army. The more the giant killed, the more satisfied he became. The battle on land was much larger than the battle on the deck. He directly picked up the anchor again, and then swung it 360 degrees. In an instant, a vacuum area was cleared around him.
Giant creatures were indeed a great killing machine on the battlefield!
Just him alone seriously damaged the morale of the Half-Orcs. His huge body and huge weapon formed a complete crushing advantage, and in an instant, the Half-Orc army was disrupted.
In the darkness.
Sharp arrows were shot out like a storm. Søren calmly put an arrow on the bow, and every arrow took the life of an enemy.
His figure moved at high speed in the Night.
As long as a target suspected of being an Half-Orc officer appeared, it would be greeted with a fatal arrow. The Elven War Bow could penetrate armor within a range of 300 meters. Søren's Darkvision allowed him to be unaffected by the Night. He was like a ghost wandering on the battlefield, calmly but fatally killing any dangerous targets.
No one could hide from his sight, and no one could avoid his arrows.
After all, he had the blood of a half-elf!
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