"Run, run away, the enemy is coming, the enemy is coming!"

"If you want to live and run away quickly, we can't stop it, we can't stop it, that's not a person, that's not a person. ”

"The enemy is coming, hurry up and run for your life!"

To make the situation worse, in the endless darkness, it seems that there really is an enemy.

Every now and then, there were Odin orcs, shouting and screaming from the darkness, rushing headlong into Chief Greg's camp.

What is the enemy like?

How many are there?

Infantry or cavalry?

From which direction did you kill it?

But in the face of Chief Greg's repeated questions, most of these panicked Odin orcs were unaware.

Needless to say, this kind of person is frightened and collapsed by himself or other defeated soldiers, and may not even have seen the appearance of the enemy at all, and what he shouts in his mouth is not necessarily what he has seen with his own eyes, but from hearsay from other people.

There are also a small number of things that have been dealt with by the other party, and what they say is also vague and does not have much reference value.

The caliber is more uniform is that the other party came with endless holy light, piercing through the darkness, like a divine envoy of the heavens, and it is impossible to look at them directly, let alone see their appearance clearly.

But every blow they struck was so terrifying that even the most powerful Odin orc warriors would be knocked away by them.

Raging golden flames, gushing out from their hands, burned everything around them, as if the darkness had been burned away.

There is no Odin orc camp that can withstand them.

The Orcs of Odin, who didn't know anything, were slashed by Greg.

The same fate is true for the Orcs of Odin, who seem to have brought true information.

It's not that Chief Greg doesn't believe them at all, it's that what they're saying is so absurd that it will only give their tribe a small morale and further destruction, and nothing else.

But he soon realized that he was doing nothing.

The number of Orcs in Odin is simply too many.

At the beginning, it was only three or two, but it slowly became a dozen, dozens, and finally hundreds of escapes, which is only the main force of a whole small tribe, and they are in the rout as a whole.

On top of that, more and more troops are being routed, sending a signal to Chief Greg.

The enemy is advancing towards his camp.

It can also be said that his camp is on the path of the other party's advance.

The reason is simple, when people collapse, they will instinctively flee in the direction of moving away from the enemy.

Chief Greg ordered the tribal soldiers to light up the surroundings by lighting more campfires, and at the same time further gathered the tribal soldiers, keeping the routs out of the house and allowing them to make a detour.

At this time, the co-optation of these routs seems at first glance to be a way to strengthen one's own strength.

But in the eyes of experienced veterans, that is a very stupid act.

Because of the courage of these routs, in the process of the previous rout, they have lost everything and tasted the sweetness of escape.

The next time they encounter a slightly stressful battle, the first thing they think of is to run away.

If this happens, there is likely to be a chain reaction, with the other soldiers fleeing with them, ultimately leading to an even greater rout.

Chief Greg didn't speak these things thoroughly, he just followed the previous experience.

It's just the phototaxis of people that makes many Odin orcs, involuntarily follow the light, and gather around Chief Greg's camp, begging one by one to get shelter.

"Chief Greg, we are our own people, I am Snoopy, the leader of the Fangs tribe, we have drunk and hunted together before, I beg you, give us a way to live, let us join you, only by joining together can we have a better chance of survival. ”

"Let us in, we're all Odin, why are you turning us away?"

"Get out of the way, don't stand in our way, you want to die, we don't want to die, the enemy is about to kill, thousands, endless, you can't resist this kind of people. ”

"If you don't want to die, run for your life with us. ”

"The end has come, the sun will never rise again, and no matter where we flee, we cannot escape the fate of death, because it is the messenger of death who pursues us. ”

The attitude of the Odin orcs who were blocked by Chief Greg quietly changed as their numbers grew.

From the beginning of friendship and begging, it turned into a desperate threat, and in the end, the conflict escalated and drew a knife against each other, for some reason, the two sides were more tyrannical than usual.

They may not have the courage to face such an unknown enemy, but they do have the courage to face the people who block their escape route.

The darkness that shrouded them not only obscured their vision, but also aroused the tyrannical emotions in their hearts.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

Another even larger wave of Odin orcs has arrived.

Compared with the rout in front, the new wave of rout is larger in scale, more miserable in appearance, and there is still an obvious smell of gunsmoke on his body, and his appearance is more panicked.

Because behind them were shadows, and there were shouts of killing.

Countless voices shouted in one key, like thunder, and the sound shook the sky.

"Get out of the way, don't get in the way, the enemy is coming. ”

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"

"Whoever stands in my way, I will let him die!"

The rout crashed headlong into Greg's tribe, ignoring their warnings and simply rushing forward, lest they fall behind and be overtaken by the enemy behind them.

"Shoot the arrows! Don't let them disrupt our formation. Without hesitation, Chief Greg gave the order to attack indiscriminately.

Because he knew that once this wave of brainless routs rushed in, regardless of whether they were really followed by powerful enemies behind them, his tribe would join the ranks of the routs, and jump into the endless darkness, completely surrendering the lives of his people to the hands of luck, and there would be no more chance.

"Ahhh......h

Countless arrows fell, ready to rout and flee from the enemy, but countless people died at the hands of their own people.

"The Golden Death Messenger, it's really the Golden Death Messenger, it turns out that they didn't lie to us, they are really covered in golden light. ”

"We can't stop it, how can mortals stop the Messenger of Death?"

"Don't panic, they are people, just a group of people with golden light on their bodies, you listen to the sound of horses' hooves, resist, only by resisting them, we have a chance to live, release arrows, hurry up and release arrows. ”

There was also a riot in the Greg Ministry.

I saw that behind those routs, there were countless golden balls of light, tearing through the darkness and rushing out.

The golden light is very dazzling, and there is an illusion that people can't look at it directly.

However, if you look closely, you can still see the silhouette of a man, which is a lancer sitting on a war horse.

These golden light lancers were merciless, with sharp spears, easily tearing and piercing the bodies of those defeated soldiers who had no fighting spirit, and provoking them all the way forward.

The words of those routs about them couldn't help but float into the hearts of those Odin orcs, making their movements involuntarily stagnate.

But as a soldier's instinct, let them drop the sharp arrow in their hands on them after hearing the order.

"How is that possible?"

"How so?"

"Are they really invulnerable?"

This was followed by an incredible exclamation.

Because those sharp arrows fell on those golden light knights, it was like shooting on a smooth semicircle, and they were seriously deflected, not to mention hitting the other party, even the golden light could not completely penetrate.

This is a further destruction of the Odin orcs, who are not high in themselves.

If they can't even break through the opponent's defenses, how can this battle be fought?

When the Orcs hesitated to continue shooting, the Golden Light Lancers were already running at high speed.

Zheng!

When they really got into the fight, those Odin orcs found out that the other party was not really invulnerable.

The layer of golden light emitted from their bodies was more like a force field, with a certain ability to deflect and attack at their masters.

However, the power of this force field is relatively limited, and it is still relatively easy to use against the hunting bow against the Odin orcs, but when dealing with melee attacks, especially powerful melee attacks, the effect plummets.

But the problem, even if you find this, is useless.

Those golden lancers obviously have extraordinary combat skills.

The riding spear in his hand is not only as agile as a giant python, but also amazingly powerful, and many Odin orcs, who are known for their brute strength, have not been able to please them in their hands.

Chief Greg is at the forefront, the name of the second warrior of the Theodin Empire is not blown, a big sword dancing tiger and tiger wind, not only carrying the golden light lancers, but also three of them.

The close contact finally made him see the appearance of these golden light lancers clearly, and he couldn't help but shout in amazement: "You are Andes?"

He replied with a more violent attack, and the Golden Lancers did not mean to introduce themselves in the slightest.

As he struggled with these Golden Lancers, more Golden Lancers rushed into their camp.

On top of that, these golden lancers also guarded strange chariots that glowed with golden light.

The main body of the golden chariot was a golden pillar, on which the golden thunder and lightning flashed, and with the manipulation of the golden figure above, golden thunder and lightning slashed down.

If it were the attack of the Golden Lancers, those Odin orcs would still be able to dodge.

For this kind of golden thunder and lightning, there is no way to avoid it.

This kind of golden thunder and lightning is not an aimless hack, specifically looking at those difficult-looking Odin orcs to open the breach.

Chief Greg is a thorn in the head, and naturally becomes the object of their attention.

The golden thunderbolts slashed at him one after another.

This kind of golden thunder and lightning was already faster than the limit of what manpower could dodge, not to mention that Chief Greg was still entangled by several golden light lancers.

There is no possibility of being spared at all, and he has been hit by three thunders in a row.

The lethality of this kind of golden thunder and lightning is not as great as imagined, at least not to the extent that it is like thunder and lightning on a thunderstorm day, and a thunder strikes people.

But the taste of thunder and lightning passing through the body was definitely uncomfortable, and he trembled involuntarily, even if Chief Greg didn't look in the mirror, he knew that at that moment, he was absolutely crooked.

The most important thing is that he is surrounded by several golden light lancers with rich combat experience.

They were clearly specially trained and knew very well how the enemy reacted when they were struck by the golden lightning, and they were already on the defensive before the golden lightning slashed down.

The moment Chief Greg was paralyzed by the golden lightning was also the moment they launched a deadly attack.

There was no fourth golden lightning bolt that fell on Chief Greg, because by the time the third golden lightning fell, the champion knight, who had the title of the second warrior in the Western Odin Empire, was already dead.

Whether it was the Golden Light Chariot or the few Golden Light Lancers who were besieging him, they crossed directly past him, as if they had done something insignificant.

Compared to the nightmarish enemies they had recently encountered, enemies like Chief Greg who only had brute strength but no strange means were too easy to deal with.

"The chief is dead!"

"Chief Greg is dead!"

"The chief is dead, Chief Greg is dead, we can't stop it, let's run for our lives!"

But the death of Chief Greg was a fatal blow to the Odin orcs of the Greg tribe who encouraged them to support.

Their ability to stand here against the Night Raiders, rather than join the rout, was largely influenced by Chief Greg's hard-line attitude.

His bravery was known among the tribe, and following the strong was the usual style of the Orcs of Odin.

Compared to running around in the night, following a strong man has a better chance of survival.

It's just that in their minds, the strong man who stands up to the sky and the earth, under the mixed attack of the other party, has not even been supported for ten minutes.

And how could ordinary Odin orcs be their opponents?

Suddenly, the morale of the Greg tribe, like a flood that opened the floodgates, poured thousands of miles, and also joined the ranks of the routs who had been stopped by them before, ran in the direction away from the enemy, and plunged headlong into the night where they could not see their fingers.

When they reach other tribes that are barely in formation, they will be in the same situation as the rout they faced before.

Either be killed by your own people with random arrows, or become the vanguard of these enemies, helping them break up their own defensive formations, so that they can join the rout more quickly.

"We surrender, don't kill us, we surrender!"

There are also Odin orcs who are desperate, who have lost all courage and begged on their knees.

But they were greeted by cold, merciless spears.

Those golden spearmen, like icy robots, pierced their chests directly.

With practical actions, they have shown their own style, and they do not take prisoners.

They have only two choices, run or die.

The Odin orcs were desperate, so they could only jump up from the ground one by one, like lost dogs, and join the rout.

The rout is like a plague that is snowballing through the sea and winter.