As they watched the battle of strength and weight that ended in an instant, the captives lying on the sand dune practically forgot to breathe.
"My God …"
Quick Rope exhaled shakily. He stared at the heavy cavaliers who were charging forward and wanted to join the pursuit. "Are these heavy cavaliers? That's ridiculous, aren't they? Those are orcs! Giant orcs that are eight to nine feet tall! "
"Did you just say that they weighed eight hundred pounds?"
Louisa retracted her head and quietly said to Old Hammer, "I guess that for heavy cavaliers, the weight of their armor must also be included."
"That's why we need to find a place to hide ourselves." Dean watched the heavy cavaliers trample over the merchants' camp. His expression was unpleasant. "The Northlanders' heavy cavaliers are even more terrifying than this. I've seen them when I was young. When they charge in a group, everything is like paper in front of that kind of battle line."
Thales pursed his lips and did not speak.
For the first time, he understood why the Star Killer had coldly tied him and Saroma to horses so that they could "get used to the battlefield".
The captives sighed in unison and turned to the only battlefield left — Shattered Stone Tribe, whose flanks were suddenly flanked by the Stardust Unit while they were fleeing.
Compared to the Kroma Family's heavy cavaliers' assault, which did not cause a single splash, there was only the aftermath of the battle.
There was no doubt that the warriors of Shattered Stone Tribe were brave and fearless. Every time the human cavaliers broke through a line of defense, the next batch of warriors would surge out of their own volition and stay where they were to form a new line of defense. With futile battles and certain deaths, they delayed the Stardust Unit's relentless pursuit and bought time for the fleeing orcs.
On the other side, every cavalier from the Stardust Unit was like a ferryman riding on Hell's River. They charged left and right, and their blades, spears, and spears flew one after another. Wherever they went, the orcs' sorrowful cries, angry roars, blood, and pain filled the air.
It was not that they did not suffer losses. One or two unfortunate cavaliers were shot down during the battle. The lucky ones returned to their own horses or the horses of their comrades, while the unlucky ones … But compared to the casualties suffered by the orcs and the passive disadvantage they were in, it was not even worth mentioning.
In the face of the swift, agile, and speedy cavaliers, the power and explosive power that the desert orcs were so proud of, along with the endurance and violence that they gained from being heavily injured, were all rendered useless. The tribe warriors who were once unparalleled in the world seemed clumsy, weak, and helpless at this moment.
The knights on horseback would often ride over and suddenly change their direction, cutting into the side or rear of the Orcs. Then, with their speed and momentum, they would stab or slash at the Orcs. Then, regardless of the outcome of the battle, they would lift the reins and gallop away, narrowly avoiding the powerful counterattacks of the Orcs or the infamous counterattacks of the Orcs. Then, they would escape far away before the tall Orcs could swarm them.
If they faced a group of orcs, the human cavaliers would work together in twos or threes. One of them would charge forward to lure the enemy, while the other would circle around to ambush them from behind. They would even raise their crossbows or javelins and shoot at the same time. Then, they would run far away, and once they were out of a dangerous distance, they would turn around and attack again.
As for the troublesome opponents who had seen the orcs charging at them and were prepared for them, the cavaliers would rather avoid their attacks and look for another chance than take the risk to attack. In fact, when they were halfway through their charge, they would whistle and turn around to run, causing the orcs who were prepared to fight to let out indignant but helpless howls. Then, they would receive the next fatal or non-fatal attack from their backs or flanks.
However, many of the orcs were ambushed, injured, and injured because of this cunning, despicable, and almost shameless tactic. But they could only let out furious roars of grief and indignation as they watched their swift opponents flee into the distance while they bled nonstop from their fatal wounds.
They swung their weapons in vain while they were in a frenzy due to their heavy injuries.
They vented their terrifying endurance and explosive power, but in the end, they welcomed their tragic fate — they died of exhaustion.
The number of orc warriors who were still fleeing decreased.
Kandarll's roars became hoarser.
It was just like the fate of its subordinates.
Thales heaved a deep sigh.
'If that's the case, is this how the legend of the Holiness Exorcism Campaign three thousand years ago, where two thousand human cavaliers defeated twenty thousand orcs?'
At that moment, a discordant voice rose in the chaotic and devastating battlefield.
"F * ck them all!"
The person who spoke was a cavalier who looked like the commander of the Stardust Unit. He saw the Kroma Family's unstoppable attack in the distance.
The cavalier broke away from the main group. While he urged his horse forward, he spoke in a gruff voice.
"That young master is really … Hurry up, girls! This is all our credit, we can't let it be snatched away! "
Right after he finished speaking, a sharp sound shot past his head!
A long arrow landed not too far away from him.
The cavalier only reacted then. Still in shock, he turned in the direction where the long arrow came from. Among the fleeing orcs, an orc with white lips drew another arrow and coldly nocked it on the huge black bow.
The sharp-eyed Thales recognized him. He was one of Kandarll's Three Holy Guards, the orc Yaku who killed the mercenary Palka with one arrow.
"F * ck you all!"
The human who spoke just now whipped his horse and galloped towards Yaku. He cursed loudly, "It's you again, you bastard who wears lipstick who's neither a man nor a woman …"
"Didn't your mother teach you not to shoot moving targets at night if your vision isn't good?"
Yaku's reply was another arrow from Yaku!
* Whoosh! *
The speaker was startled.
The long arrow was powerful and heavy. It shot past the speaker's ear and sank into another cavalier's steed.
As the horse neighed in pain, the pitiful cavalier fell to the ground and was immediately surrounded by a few orcs.
When the human saw his subordinate die, he flew into a rage and slapped his thigh. "F * ck me!
Snake Shooter! Illusory Blade! "
He roared and pointed at Yaku. "Get rid of the one with lipstick!"
Right after he finished speaking, a cavalier from Constellation responded to his command. He raised a longbow on his horse, nocked an arrow with a rope tied to its tail, and shot it at Yaku!
Halfway through its flight, before it could reach Yaku, the arrow fell weakly and sank into another orc's shoulder.
The orc cried out in pain and held onto the arrow.
The cavalier who shot the arrow whistled, pulled the long rope, and galloped to the other side, as if he wanted to drag the orc down!
The orc roared angrily and grabbed the long rope as well. He pulled it in the opposite direction, trying to drag the cavalier down.
The long rope was pulled, becoming straighter and tighter.
Thales was slightly shocked. He had seen the orc's great strength that could overturn a heavy cavalier. He could not help but want to remind the cavalier, 'Don't fight it with strength!'
However, just as the rope was about to be pulled taut and the cavalier was about to be dragged off his horse, the latter slyly let go.
The orc who was holding onto the other end of the long rope and was about to exert force suddenly lost his grip. He lost his balance and staggered backwards!
"Haha, idiot!" The cavalier who shot the arrow laughed.
The other cavalier whizzed past the fallen orc. His blade flashed strangely. Before Thales could see it clearly, he saw the orc on the ground whimper and blood spurt out of its neck.
"Stop fooling around, Snake Shooter!"
The cavalier who had the strange blade flashing said in an angry female voice, "The boss said … Be obedient and work!"
As she spoke, she stopped her horse, and three orcs surrounded her.
"Magic Blade! Be careful! "The cavalier who started cursing hurriedly reminded her.
But Thales, who was watching the battle, was shocked. The part of the rope that was shot out seemed to have a life of its own. It suddenly bounced up from the ground!
Like a giant python, it instantly wrapped itself around the orc closest to the female cavalier and wrapped itself tightly around its neck.
The orc dropped its weapon and painfully pulled at the rope around its neck, but the rope automatically tightened and shrank to a position where it could not reach.
But the rope did not end its journey. The extra part of the rope bounced up again in a strange manner like a snake and wrapped itself around the necks of the other two orcs!
"Don't worry, boss!"
The cavalier named Snake Shooter pulled one end of the long rope and flashed a thumbs-up at the cavalier who spoke with a smile. "Everything is under control!"
In the next moment, the blade flashed.
Thales did not even see how the blade moved, but he saw blood splattering everywhere!
The three pitiful orcs avoided the fate of being strangled to death. Their necks were slit one after another.
"Enough, Snake Shooter!" The female cavalier named Magic Blade flung the blood off her blade. She rode on her horse and raised her blade at Snake Shooter, who was pulling the long rope in a daze. She said in dissatisfaction, "We are going to kill the one with the lipstick!
"It's not for a fool like you to act cool!"
Snake Shooter screamed. "You don't understand, this is my way of fighting …"
Thales looked at the male and female cavaliers in surprise. His gaze moved back and forth between their snake-like rope and the strange blade.
'What … is that power?'
The captives' surprise seemed to be no less than Thales'. They looked at each other. Only Old Hammer's expression became more and more strange.
"Shut up!"
The cavalier who started cursing seemed to be very angry. "That young master is coming to snatch the credit. Work hard, f * ck his mother — What the f * ck!"
He was careless and separated from the charging group. He was actually knocked to the ground by a despairing and enraged orc!
"Boss!" Snake Shooter and Magic Blade cried out in surprise at the same time.
Thales recognized it.
The orc had blue battle makeup on and held a spiked mace in his hand.
He was one of the Three Holy Guards.
The orc, Duraman.
It was Thales' Freuca.
The blue-faced orc roared angrily. He raised the spiked mace in his hand and aimed it at his' boss', who was pinned under his horse.
Thales sighed.
At that moment, the fourth cavalier dashed over. He raised his hand from afar!
In an instant, the sand around Duraman flew up like an explosion.
It pounced on Duraman's face!
* Whoosh! *
As the sand and stones flew, Duraman put down its spiked mace, covered its eyes, and retreated in pain.
Thales watched the scene in front of him in surprise. The flying sand seemed to be controlled by someone. It blocked Duraman's vision and prevented it from killing its' boss'.
But more orcs saw Duraman's situation. They avoided the charging cavaliers and drew close to the warchief's Holy Guards.
The cavalier who stirred up the sand urged his horse to rush over to save Duraman while he shouted.
"Strange Fire! Stop them! "
Further away, the fifth cavalier named Strange Fire dashed over. He bent down and took out a few round jars from his saddlebag.
"They're here!"
As his steed galloped, the round jars flew out of his hands and smashed at the charging orcs.
The round jars broke one after another, and black liquid sprayed out, drenching the orcs' heads and faces.
The cavalier named Strange Fire snapped his fingers.
* Boom! *
Thales was shocked again!
Flames.
Endless flames erupted from the bodies of the orcs who were splashed by the black liquid!
They screamed in pain and rolled on the ground from the heat.
With the efforts of a few cavaliers, the 'boss' finally crawled out from under his dead horse while cursing.
But on the other side, Duraman finished rubbing its eyes and pounced on him with a roar!
The other cavaliers rushed over in a hurry, but it was too late.
* Clang! *
The spiked mace smashed down from the air!
It smashed onto the shield that the 'boss' had drawn!
The 'boss' grunted.
Thales, who had seen its attack before, felt his heart tighten.
'Sh * t.
'The power of Duraman the orc …'
As expected, the blue-faced orc roared with all his might, and the spiked mace came crashing down!
The 'boss's' face contorted, as if he could not withstand the orc's great strength.
"F * ck … strength … So amazing …" he muttered intermittently. His whole body trembled, and he looked like he was straining himself.
But the next scene exceeded Thales' expectations once again.
The 'boss' trembled and used his right arm to push against the shield. He slowly stretched out his left arm and grabbed one of Duraman's arms!
"Hur-" Before Duraman could curse, it was shocked to see that its spiked mace was … being lifted up inch by inch?
'What?'
The human captives who were watching the battle were equally shocked!
"My God, is that Hercules?" Quick Rope blinked.
But there was no mistake. In this contest of strength between humans and orcs, Duraman's weapon was being pushed up bit by bit by the human in front of it with his physical strength.
The cavalier named 'boss' gritted his teeth, raised his eyes, and continued to grab the enemy's hand with his left arm.
"Ah!"
The 'boss' roared, and the muscles in his arm gradually tightened.
Thales focused his gaze. He saw that the 'boss's' left arm was one size thicker than his right arm.
Finally, the 'boss' erupted with unimaginable strength and lifted the spiked mace over his head!
* Bang! *
He kicked Duraman back violently, then fell on the ground to pant.
The orc Duraman looked at its weapon with an unpleasant expression. It obviously could not imagine that it was suppressed by a human.
It panted heavily, and the anger and indignation in its eyes grew. It took large strides and attacked again!
But the orc could not move forward.
The sand under Duraman's feet suddenly moved, as if it had turned into the softest and weakest water, causing the orc to sink into it!
As the sand sank to its waist, Duraman could no longer move freely. It grunted and struggled desperately.
In the next second, a rope that came out of nowhere slithered over from the sand like a snake and wrapped itself around Duraman's hands.
Its spiked mace fell to the ground.
"F * ck! Mystic Eyes, work harder. "The cavalier named Snake Shooter's expression was tense. He held the reins in one hand and the rope in the other as he stared at the entangled orc." This guy is so strong! "
The cavalier named Mystic Eyes urged his horse forward. He also had a constipated expression as he stared at the sand on the ground. He looked like he was having a hard time. "This is already my full strength … Snake Shooter, don't be lazy!"
However, they still firmly restrained Duraman, who was trying to break free.
Then, the 'boss' panted enough and got up from the ground.
He walked up to the chained Duraman, looked at its hateful and angry eyes, and repeated in disdain.
"So what if you're strong?
"Boss, hurry up!" In the distance, the cavalier named Strange Fire ran back and forth anxiously. He threw round cans at the orcs who tried to get close like a madman, igniting fire on the enemies. He held them back with Phantom Blade.
"I'm running out of oil!"
The boss spat, clenched his left fist, and stretched it back to the angle of a punch.
The muscles on his left arm surged again.
Duraman roared in grief and indignation.
"But …
"That's right." The boss chuckled. "Having great strength is amazing."
In the next second, the boss instantly threw his fist. It was so strong that it even caused ripples in the air.
* Thud! *
A crisp sound rose.
He threw a standard uppercut.
Thales then saw the originally terrifying and terrifying orc, Duraman. Its chin was pointed straight at the sky.
The blue-faced orc no longer moved.
On the sand dune, the captives watched the fight between these strange people in a daze.
Dean smiled and patted Thales' shoulder in a teasing manner. He pointed at the dead Duraman. "What a pity, Secca, who has just come of age … Your dear Freuca …"
"He was killed by someone."
Thales responded with a polite smile.
"Yes."
The prince waved his hand in a seemingly resigned manner. "It's a pity that I can't kill it with my own hands."
"My God." Old Hammer did not seem to have any intention of joining in on this little joke. He stared at the group of strange cavaliers with their own nicknames. "Those people are not as simple as the Stardust Unit."
"So, who are they?" Quick Rope asked curiously.
"Freaks," Old Hammer said coldly, "Or the 'Freak Squad'. That's what we call them in Blade Fangs Camp, and even in the entire Western Frontlines."
Everyone responded in surprise.
"Freaks? Freak Squad … "
Thales mulled over this term, and his expression changed. "Could it be …"
"Yes, that's a group of freaks." The veteran of Constellation turned around with a conflicted expression. "Baron Williams personally pardoned and recruited them despite the criticism and accusations. Since their establishment, they've caused countless troubles. Most of them are scum, criminals, lunatics, prostitutes …"
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