The Orcs that charged into the campsite were different from the Orcs that Werther had seen before. No, they were different from the Orcs that Werther had seen before.
The Orcs had the appearance of bulls, and they stood upright with Battle Axes in their hands. Their muscles were as strong as mountains, and their iron breastplates were engraved with blood-red Divine Blood Runes. They roared as they charged into the campsite and slashed at anyone they saw.
Behind the Orcs were numerous Horned Beasts and Chaos War Hounds.
"Fight! Fight! " Amidst Werther's shrill cries, the Orcs charged into the camp. Many of the sleeping creatures were killed. Due to the timely notification, most of the creatures woke up quickly.
"D * mn, it's a night attack!" Laing was awakened from his sleep.
Fortunately, he was prepared. When he sensed the tainted energy lingering nearby, he decided to wear his chainmail and sleep.
Rushing out of the tent, the camp was in chaos. Tall Minotaurs rushed into the camp one by one. They relied on their strong bodies to push aside the guards and mercenaries who were holding up their shields in defense.
"Go to hell! Beast! " Laing picked up his Battle Hammer and fought with the Minotaurs. The Minotaurs were powerful, and Laing's heavy hammer forced the Minotaur to retreat. Then, the two of them engaged in battle.
The handle of the Battle Hammer and the huge Battle Axe collided, and sparks flew. Laing's body swayed slightly, and the Minotaurs retreated two steps. They howled and fought with Laing again.
"Heyah!" Laing smashed his Battle Hammer, and he forced back several Minotaurs. More Minotaurs charged into the campsite, and the sheer number of Minotaurs made Laing feel pressured. "D * mn, where did so many Minotaurs come from? There's no Devil Rock nearby! Did an Orc King bring his army here? "
The knights of the Kingdom were fighting at the frontlines, and Olaf had just woken up from his slumber. The Imperial merchant was wearing a nightcap and a ridiculous set of fur pajamas, and he was still mumbling in a daze, "What? What happened? "
"The enemy is here! Boss, the Orcs are here! Quick! Let's move to a safe place! " Mather screamed as he rushed in. The guards were disheveled, and he quickly pulled Olivier out of bed. "Boss, quick!"
"What? Enemies? " Olivier struggled to move his clumsy body. His first reaction wasn't to get dressed or retreat. Instead, he took out a gun from his luggage and passed it to Mather. "Guard the perimeter. Also, send someone to inform Madam Trovic!"
"What about you, Boss?" Mather took the gun and asked Olivier what he planned to do.
In the Human kingdoms, only the capital of the Empire, Brunswick, and the southern strategic town of Nurr had firearms factories that could mass produce firearms. The outstanding Dwarven craftsmanship had changed the pattern of warfare. The powerful firearms were effective against the Orcs, but it was difficult to purchase exquisite firearms in the market. The Emperor had ordered that the civilians were not allowed to possess firearms due to the secrecy of the technology and to protect the interests of the Empire. The firearms that could be purchased in the market were all crude imitations. Even so, Oliver had spent a large sum of money to purchase his Long Musket from the internal channels of Marlin Castle. It was a life-saving weapon in critical moments.
"There's no safer place than here!" Olivier pointed to the side and struggled to put on the full set of armor. "Madam Trovic's tent is next door! Don't forget! "
That's right! Marther immediately reacted, and the guard nodded nervously. Holding the gun, he took the bullets and rushed out.
"Madam Wealth, please protect me!" Olivier put on his armor hastily and prayed silently. His years of traveling gave him a bad premonition.
The trade this time was unprecedentedly dangerous. Oliver faintly felt that he was involved in something big. At this time, there was nothing he could do but resign himself to fate. The Imperial merchant muttered to himself, "Lady Wealth, what should I do?"
"D * mn, where did so many Orcs come from? Brothers, let's fight! " A wandering knight yelled. For some reason, the troublesome armor was neatly worn on his body. The wandering knight raised his shield and quickly faced a Minotaur.
"Roar!" In the dark sky and the red flames, the wandering Knight saw the figure of the Minotaur clearly. The Minotaur stood on two legs and wore a large black breastplate that was covered with spikes. The Minotaur's face was covered by a black metal sheet, revealing only a pair of eyes. His horns were bent downwards, and his thick arms held a large axe. He swore to chop everything alive into pieces.
Looking at the majestic figure of the Minotaur, the wandering Knight swallowed his saliva and felt uneasy. He had never fought such a powerful Orc before. But he knew he had to fight to the death. He unsheathed his Longsword and struck his shield as he said, "Come on, beast!"
"Roar!" The Minotaur's attention was attracted. He swept the ground with his hooves and charged at the wandering Knight with a roar.
The wandering knight carefully got into a horse stance and raised his shield. The tip of his sword went straight for the Minotaur's heart. Seeing this, the Minotaur immediately dodged to the side. Then, its right shoulder and its entire body crashed into the wandering knight's shield.
"Ah, ah, ah!" A loud sound was heard as the Minotaur's Pauldron and the wandering Knight's shield collided violently. The immense force from the collision caused the wandering Knight to scream in pain. His arm was numb, and though his shield wasn't destroyed, his body retreated involuntarily. He lost control of his shield, and his body was exposed.
The Horned Beast saw this and threw his Javelin. The filthy Javelin made of animal feces penetrated the gap between the Pauldron and Pauldron. It pierced deeply into the wandering Knight's shoulder. The wandering Knight screamed in pain and retreated. His Longsword fell to the ground, and he clutched his wound as he fell to the ground. He lost the ability to continue fighting.
The wandering Knight fell to the ground. The Minotaur shook his head and recovered from the dizziness. Before he could get up, a loud gunshot was heard from behind the wandering Knight. A bloody hole appeared in the Minotaur's head, and his muscular body collapsed to the ground.
It was Mather. The guard wielded a Musket and saved the wandering Knight's life. Ike was fully dressed and ran up to him. "Mr. Goodson! How are you? Are you alright? "
"Ah, ah, ah! Kill him, kill him, kill him, kill him!!!! " The wandering knight named Goodson clutched his wound in pain. Ike hurriedly bandaged his wound and hurriedly joined the battle.
"D * mn, why didn't you use your Musket earlier?" Laing's War Hammer swept from below and hit the Minotaur's knee. After the Minotaur fell to the ground, Laing struck the Minotaur's head with his War Hammer to complete the kill. Then he faced another Minotaur and said, "D * mn, why are there so many of them?"
A large number of Orcs swarmed into the campsite. The guards and mercenaries used the carriages to form a perimeter. They raised their shields and hid behind the bunkers as they resisted the attacks of the Orcs. Only the eastern entrance was guarded by Laing alone. He was resisting the attacks of several Minotaurs and Horned Beasts.
But this wouldn't last long. How could the fragile carriages withstand the attacks of the violent Orcs? A minotaur smashed the fragile carriage into pieces with a hammer while laughing. Several minotaurs rushed in and threw the panicked horses into the air while laughing wildly. The greedy Chaos War Hounds and Horned Beasts were looking forward to their sumptuous feast. The brave mercenaries raised their spears and surrounded the minotaurs. The minotaurs easily grabbed the spears and took off the heads of two mercenaries in the blink of an eye.
As the perimeter was breached, the Horned Beasts and Chaos War Hounds charged into the campsite. The mercenaries and guards had no choice but to fight for themselves. In the blink of an eye, more than 20 mercenaries and guards, including a wandering Knight, were disemboweled and became delicacies in the stomachs of the Orcs.
Fresh blood and dismembered corpses filled the interior of the campsite. This wasn't resistance, it was a massacre!
"Block them! Block them! " Werther saw his mercenary being bitten by a Minotaur. The pitiful mercenary wasn't dead yet. He was howling in agony. The deputy commander's eyes were about to pop out of their sockets, and his blood rushed to his heart. The elite Great Swordsman charged forward and slashed with all his might. The Minotaur raised his War Axe to block the attack while he crushed the mercenary's head under Werther's gaze. "Failed … Human … food!"
"Eat … eat!" The Orcs overturned the carriages, and the canvas of the tents was torn apart. The inferior Horned Beasts rushed into the tents and searched for everything that they wanted.
A few inferior Horned Beasts had just lifted the curtains when a cold light flashed. Their throats and eyes were torn open, and they fell to the ground screaming.
A slender hand was holding a thin sword, and the tip of the sword was stained with blood.
"I didn't expect you to be so skilled." Teresa stood up with the help of Emilia. The female Warlock gripped her Magic Staff and gritted her teeth as she said, "D * mn, of all times."
"Madam Trovic, are you alright?" The female mercenary asked with concern, but her eyes were fixed on the chaotic campsite. Her eyes were burning with hatred.
"I'm fine … cover me. I'm going to prepare my spells!" Theresa hurriedly got up. This was the first time she had encountered something like this, and it took her a long time to react. Under the intense discomfort of her body, Theresa fled the scene with Amelia's help. Waves of throbbing pain constantly stimulated her nerves, making it extremely difficult for her to move.
"Madam Trovic, please move to a safe place. I can't protect you in this situation." Emilia's thin sword flashed, and another inferior Horned Beast's eyeball and throat were sliced off.
"That's not a problem ~ Ice Barrier!" The female Warlock was ready to cast her spells. Mana condensed into an ice wall filled with sharp thorns. The Orcs crashed into the ice wall and were badly mutilated by the thorns. Emilia helped Teresa onto the horse, and Teresa endured the pain and retreated to a safe place.
On the other side of the battlefield.
Leon was already covered in blood. He swung his sledgehammer and smashed a few horned beasts into meat paste. After forcing another minotaur to retreat, the Royal Knight finally found some time to breathe. He looked back at the camp that was covered in thick smoke and knew that things were not going well.
He didn't blame the mercenaries for not discovering the Orcs in time. Laing knew that the Orcs in the forest were unpredictable. The Orcs knew the most complicated paths and small paths in the forest. Paths that were deemed as obstacles by Humans could be easily traversed by the Orcs.
"Who else?" Leon knew that now was not the time to think. He raised his warhammer and smashed the head of another Minotaur that was charging at him twice. Then, he stretched out his left hand, and the psionic blade on his wrist pierced through the chin of a Horned Beast that was sneaking up on him. The White Wolf Knight twisted his wrist, and the Horned Beast's head flew out.
Laing's extraordinary constitution and genes gave him a strong physique and tough skin. He continued to fight.
This was the fourth wave of Orcs that he had defeated.
The Orcs were shocked by the bravery of the Human. The remaining Orcs looked at the high pile of corpses and were fearful. Their instincts told them that the Human in front of them was powerful and terrifying.
While the Orcs were hesitating, Laing was also hesitant.
The situation at the campsite was worsening. He saw the injured Roste using his Pike to fight with a Horned Beast. He had several wounds on his body. Astaire was shooting arrows with her bow, and her soft golden hair was drenched in sweat. Werther was using his two-handed Great Sword to force the enemy back, but he was losing his strength. Mercenaries and guards fell, and their corpses became the Orcs' feast.
The convoy had lost more than half of its members, and everyone was in despair. They didn't notice that the number of Orcs had decreased. More than half of the Minotaurs were dead, and the corpses of the Horned Beasts, Horned Beasts, and Chaos War Hounds were strewn all over the campsite.
However, the Orcs outnumbered the Humans. If this continued … Laing extended his hand to his back and grasped the hilt of his sword.
The silver Skull Bearing Ball emitted a blinding white light. All the Orcs felt extreme danger from the depths of their souls. They retreated frantically and tore other Orcs into halves to escape.
"Shall I use it now?"
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