Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! The guards shot down a few more battle hounds. The distance between them and the beasts was getting closer and closer. Focker immediately ordered the other guards to throw away their crossbows and draw their swords and shields. They were ready to fight. At the same time, he shouted, "Boss, run!
"Boss, horse!" The guard, Marther, used his long sword to pierce through the stomach of a war dog and cut it in half. The Chaos War Dog's intestines and blood spilled all over the ground. Oliver resisted the urge to vomit and hurriedly ran to his horse.
More and more battle hounds appeared. In addition, a wild beast with tusks, spikes, and coarse hair appeared in everyone's line of sight. It was not as fast as the battle hounds, but it knocked away all the battle hounds that blocked its way. It slammed into the shield of a guard. Although the shield did not break, the guard's arm could not support the huge weight of the attack and fell to the ground with a cry of pain. Then, the wild beast pounced on him.
It was a scary thing to fall to the ground in the chaos. A few battle hounds immediately pounced on him and swallowed pieces of meat with satisfaction. The remaining two guards, Focker and Mather, saw that the wild beasts were focusing on the dead guard and quickly retreated. Focker turned around and saw that Oliver was already on his horse. He gritted his teeth and said to Mather, "Quick, let's retreat too. We don't want the food anymore!"
"Okay!"
The two guards quickly got on their horses while the wild beasts were busy fighting for the raw meat. At the same time, they apologized in their hearts and turned their horses around to escape.
"Roar! Roar! Roar!" A long roar came from the depths of the forest and startled a flock of birds.
"Neighhh!!!" The horses were startled and the three people sitting on them fell off their horses.
"Oh no! Is there a Beast King? We are dead!!! "
"That … that's a Razorbeast, a mutated porcupine. I've seen it in the Empire. We can't escape." Oliver had a big bump on his head, and when he looked back, he saw that the horses had disappeared.
Despair, deep despair. A two-legged human could never outrun a four-legged beast.
Sure enough, after hearing this long howl, the battle hounds and razorbeasts that were busy snatching the raw meat raised their heads. They stopped eating crazily and rushed towards the remaining three people.
"Toot, toot, toot …" Just as the merchants were about to fight with their lives on the line, a bugle horn sounded. The sound was deep and full of pressure. The beasts stopped in their tracks and looked around in surprise.
"Boss, it's the mercenary group. It's the horn of the mercenary group. We're saved. We're saved." Focker exclaimed excitedly. He hurriedly pulled Oliver back. However, the merchant did not seem to be in a good mood. He spat on the ground and complained, "God knows how much wealth those greedy mercenaries will take from a poor merchant like me."
After complaining, Oliver heaved a sigh of relief and said, "Forget it, it's already a blessing from the Goddess of Luck that we're still alive."
More silhouettes emerged from the shadows of the forest. These silhouettes looked a bit like humans. They held spears or simple battle axes in their hands and had inconspicuous horns on their heads. Other than that, they were not much different from ordinary humans. Their muscles were bulging, and they came out of the forest in groups of three to five. After hearing the sound of the horn, these silhouettes seemed to hesitate and did not take the initiative to attack. Instead, they lined up in several rows of different lengths, as if they were guarding against something.
"Those are Inferior Horned Beasts, ordinary soldiers of the Orc tribe. They are also in charge of crafting and repairing weapons." Oliver swallowed his saliva and said, "It looks like a complete Orc Combat Gang. I wonder how powerful this mercenary group is. Otherwise, we would have lost our lives here."
On the other side, a group of people dressed in mercenary clothing walked out from the other side of the forest. They were holding a flag with a blood-red axe on it. There were about fifty to sixty people, and there was a big difference between each person. The leader looked like he was in his thirties, and he had a very strong body. He had long blonde hair and a fierce look in his eyes. He held a huge battle axe in both hands, and he wore armor made of iron scales. He was also the best equipped person in this group of mercenaries. Most of the mercenaries wore simple leather armor or breastplates, and there were even some who only wore tight linen clothes with some beast fur sewn on them.
"This is an elite Berserker," Oliver whispered. "Thank you very much, Mister. I feel that you and your mercenary group have saved me." Olivier whispered into Joshua's ear with a smile on his face.
"My name is Boris, and I'm the leader of the Blood Axe Mercenary Group. Cut the crap. If your men can still fight, then join us! Otherwise, we'll all die here! " The leader of the mercenaries didn't have time to banter with the merchant. He was very serious. The Orcs were the enemy of the Humans, and he knew the strength of his mercenary group.
"Er, yes, yes. F * ck, Mather, follow Leader Boris and fight together!" Although Oliver spoke so much, he secretly gestured with his hands, indicating that it was about time and there was no need to risk their lives. The two guards looked at each other and quickly nodded before joining the mercenary group.
The mercenaries had a variety of weapons. There were swords and shields, spears and lances, daggers and scimitars, axes, hammers, bows and arrows, and even slingshots. They were lined up in two rows, with the melee warriors in front and the ranged warriors in the back. The horned beasts on the opposite side seemed to be waiting for something. They restrained the battle dogs and razorbeasts and did not move.
A slender figure walked out, surrounded by the mercenaries. Oliver turned his head and was stunned.
It was a woman who looked to be less than 30 years old. She was tall and slender, and she wore an oversized snow-white fox fur coat. Her beautiful black hair draped down her shoulders and back, and the hair shimmered with light as though it was alive. She wore a black leather jacket that accentuated her impressive figure. The material was unknown, and the tight leather pants wrapped tightly around her slender legs. She wore heavy leather boots.
The woman had a very attractive temperament, and her every move was filled with the charm of maturity. She had silver pupils, beautiful phoenix eyes, a high nose bridge, dark red lips, and a beautiful mole under her red lips. All of these gave her a seductive temperament.
But that wasn't what caught Oliver's attention. What caught his attention was the purple staff in the woman's hand. There was a red gem embedded at the tip of the staff, and there was energy gathering on it.
High Mana and elemental affinity. This woman was a spellcaster! Oliver was confident. With a spellcaster around, why would he worry about not being able to win?
"Mr. Boris, attack quickly. I can feel the energy of Chaos. It's the Thousand Demons Cliff! There's a Thousand Demons Cliff nearby. The Fallen Hunters are activating the Thousand Demons Cliff to summon more Orcs! " The female spellcaster didn't look at the Empire merchant. Her expression was cold, and she spoke in a commanding tone. The mercenary leader said respectfully, "Yes, Madam Trovic."
"Be careful behind you! The Orcs like to flank and ambush. " The female spellcaster started reciting incantations and prepared to cast spells. Sky-Blue Mana gathered around her body. The mercenary leader didn't hesitate and waved his hand to order, "Attack!"
"Yes!" While the mercenaries at the back were shooting arrows, the mercenaries at the front were already fighting with the horned beasts. The horned beasts were lined up in a row, and many of them were hit by the arrows and fell down. The formation became chaotic, and the mercenaries took advantage of the situation to kill their way into the horned beasts' formation and began a fierce hand-to-hand battle. Screams and howls could be heard incessantly.
"Ice Shield!" After the hand-to-hand combat began, the spells of the female spellcaster also arrived. White frost-like blocks appeared on the surface of the mercenaries at the front. The spears of the inferior horned beasts only bounced off the frost crystals. The mercenaries smiled proudly. After a mercenary blocked a spear with his shield, he raised his long sword and stabbed it into the head of the inferior horned beast. Then, he kicked it away. A nearby inferior horned beast saw the opportunity and stabbed its spear into the mercenary's ribs, but the tip of the spear was bounced off by the frost crystals. The mercenary even had time to use his shield to knock away a Razorback. Then, he proudly raised his long sword at the inferior horned beast.
Come here!
Most of the time, the most frightening thing was not other things, but fear itself. Magic was an unknown force, and a powerful force. When the inferior horned beast saw that it could not cause any harm to this human, it wailed and turned around to run.
The same situation happened in many areas of the battlefield. The Horned Beasts were in chaos and fled in all directions. The mercenaries were in high spirits as they chased after the Horned Beasts. But the mercenary leader shouted, "Don't chase them. Don't chase them too far."
Their leader's order was still effective. The mercenaries gave up on chasing after them. However, just as they were about to retreat, heavy footsteps and a louder roar came from the depths of the forest. "Roarrrrr!!!"
A gigantic half-human creature rushed out of the forest and appeared in front of everyone. It was twice the height of a normal person. It held a big axe in its hand and had a long horn on its head like a goat. Under the long horn was a beastly face and a strong body. It had huge hooves and its nostrils were constantly breathing out hot air. It looked at the horned beasts that were running for their lives in disdain. It grabbed a horned beast that was running for its life and tore it in half with its two hands.
The corpse was thrown on the ground. The Chaos Hounds and Razorback Beasts swarmed forward and ate the Horned Beast's flesh in an instant.
"It's the Beast King! It's the Beast King!!! Retreat, retreat quickly and reorganize the formation! " The mercenary leader's eyes were about to pop out of their sockets as he yelled. He raised his axe and prepared for battle.
The mercenaries retreated hastily. One by one, the half-human creatures with big axes appeared from the forest. Though they weren't as tall and strong as the Orc King, they were at least three meters tall. The Orcs sneered as they charged into the battlefield. The ground trembled as though they were afraid of the source of the disaster.
"It's the Horned Beasts. They are powerful warriors and the main fighting force of the Orc tribe!" Oliver retreated as he muttered to himself. The merchants of the Empire retreated towards the female Spellcaster as there were more Orcs there.
At this time, only the female Spellcaster could give Oliver a sense of security.
The complacent mercenary retreated the slowest as he was too far away from the Orc King. As he ran, he felt a gust of wind by his ear. He turned his head and felt a chill. The Orc King was in front of him!
A big axe swept towards him, and he raised his shield to block. The shield was broken into two, and the mercenary screamed as he flew a few meters before landing on the ground.
"My arm is broken, my arm is broken! Save me, who's going to save me! " The mercenary's left arm was severely deformed, and he fell to the ground. He retreated as the Orc King smiled maliciously.
Just as he was about to decapitate the mercenary, the Orc leader sensed danger and raised his Axe to block the attack.
"Frost Arrow!" a delicate voice shouted.
The Orc King was frozen.
After being frozen for two seconds, the Orc leader bellowed angrily, and the frost on his body shattered. He held down the struggling mercenary and swung his Great Axe. A bloody head was lifted high into the air.
He looked at the female Spellcaster who was surrounded by the mercenaries. He pointed at her and shouted to the Orcs, "Female … warlock … destroy!"
"You froze me … I'll kill you!" The Orc King dug out the mercenary's heart from his chest. The heart was still beating faintly. The Orc King bit off half of the heart, and the warm blood splattered all over his face. He chewed with satisfaction, and the scene was chilling.
"Roar, roar, roar, roar!!!" The Orc King's howls reverberated throughout the forest, causing the accumulated snow to fall. The escaping Horned Beasts heard the Orc King's howls and rejoined the battle, forcing the mercenaries to retreat.
Thirty to forty Horned Beasts appeared in front of the mercenaries. Boris was ghastly pale as he said, "Madam Trovic, please move. I'll fend off these Orcs."
"You can't escape far. The forest is full of Orcs!" The beautiful female Spellcaster gripped her Magic Staff tightly and lifted her hand to release a Mind Blast. A black mana halo expanded on the battlefield, and all the Horned Beasts and Horned Beasts felt a pain in their heads. It was as though their minds were being pricked by needles. The Orcs' attacks slowed down, but a few mercenaries were killed by the Orc Axes. Boris shouted angrily and joined the battle. The Mercenary Leader wielded his Great Axe and killed a few Horned Beasts.
The Mercenary Leader's performance attracted the attention of the Orc King as he said, "You … fight with me!"
Boris gripped his Fine Iron Battle Axe tightly as he walked in front. The heavy snow blew on his golden hair and thick beard. As the leader of the mercenary group, he had to accept the Orc King's challenge. Only then would he have a chance of survival.
The Orcs were powerful, but they had a weakness. If the Orc King was killed, the morale of the Orc army would crumble.
"Hu … hu … hu … ah! Kill … the men. Then kill … the women! " The Orc King chopped the obstructing Razorbeasts into two halves and gestured for the Horned Beasts to scram. The Orc Warriors made way for the Orc King.
"Dong, dong, dong." The Orc King charged forward, and the Mercenary Leader strode forward. His heavy leather boots stepped on the snowy ground and made muffled sounds.
They were getting closer.
The Orc King's crude Great Axe was stained with blood, while Boris' Fine Iron Battle Axe was glowing with silver radiance.
They were getting closer!
"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!" Boris waved his Battle Axe and exerted all his strength.
"Boom!" The Axes collided, and the sound of metal reverberated throughout the battlefield.
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