A group of remnants fled back to the Greystone Valley.

Five hundred Shanyue people were damaged, almost all of them were wounded, and ten of the accompanying orc infantry were also killed.

Three days later, another convoy departed.

Compared with the last time, the whole team has a more solemn color, and there is a prototype of an army.

During this time, everyone in Shanyue was receiving training from Occam with their hearts.

The convoy drove out of the valley, and a few sentry skenters hiding in the shadows were fast.

"This group of Shanyue people came to die again. ”

In a barren meadow, a convoy carrying hematite was attacked again.

Blood stained the ground red, and corpses littered the ground.

Krolov, the leader of the Evil Jackals, watched the defeated Shanyue people and wiped the blood from his scimitar.

I don't know if it's an illusion, he feels that this time the Shanyue people are a little more difficult to deal with.

"Bring the ore and evacuate quickly!" Krolov shouted, calling one of his subordinates and ordering: "Immediately ask for help from the adults, every day in the past few days, a team of orc armies has entered the Graystone Valley, these guys are of unknown origin, and they came out of nowhere." ”

Krolov pulled his horse away, and he was always restless during this time.

The last time he felt this way, he almost died.

A group of Shanyue people returned to the Graystone Valley with their heads down and scarred.

The people of Shanyue are wild and untamable, and the encounters during this period have made them gradually correct their previous bad habits.

Dressed in a washed white aristocratic gown, Rhodes made his way through the crowd of Shanyue people.

Many Shanyue people unconsciously began to bow their heads.

When Akron returned, Rhodes raised the barracks to level two, and the number of orc infantry he could summon per day rose to twenty.

A month later, he had about 700 orc infantry at his disposal.

That's not enough.

This is also the reason why he had to rely on the people of Shanyue.

As the days passed, the Greystone Valley sent a convoy, but not a single ore was delivered to the city of Bergas.

There are three days left until the end of the month.

A cavalry army of about 500 men disguised itself into the barren land.

According to the news from the Evil Jackal, the number of orc troops that have entered the Graystone Valley during this time has exceeded two thousand.

The lord behind the golden kite has to be treated with caution.

As long as the ore could not be delivered to Bergas within three days, the hematite vein was in their pocket.

Greystone Valley.

A huge convoy spread like a long snake for a long distance.

More than five thousand gold coins worth of hematite ore filled the wagon, and the demon descendant seemed to have turned over the last hole cards.

Six hundred well-trained escorts guarded the carriage.

There was not a single Shanyue person in the team, and it seemed that the Graystone Lord was serious this time.

The long convoy is difficult to take care of, and it is extremely easy to attack.

Not long after the team was out, a large wave of knights appeared on the horizon.

The dust was flying, and the sound of horses' hooves was blowing.

"Charge, kill these orcs!" Crolov commanded loudly.

This time Krolov was in high spirits and extremely confident.

Five hundred well-trained light cavalry, in this open area, is an absolute nightmare.

Set up the knight's spear, the five hundred knights broke away from the ranks, formed a tight arrow formation and rushed towards the orc army.

"Formation!"

"Remember your lord's commands!"

Occam let out a loud shout and slammed his tomahawk against his shield.

Five hundred men took the wagon as a position and waited for battle.

Quiet and silent, not at all like the orcs in the world's impression.

"Fight in a roundabout way, let this group of bandits help us consume them. The leading knight commanded in a low voice, and the cavalry beside him pulled out a small flag and waved a banner.

Like an arrow, the cavalry slowly spread out of formation, encircling a group of horse bandits in the shape of a half-moon.

This is to drive the bandits away from the orc formation.

"These bastards!"

Krolov scolded and rushed forward.

He had experienced countless battles, large and small, and recognized this group of orcs at a glance as the absolute elite.

Like the tide crashing against a reef, Occam jumped into a carriage and fell with a tomahawk in his hand, cutting off a horse's head entirely.

Blood splattered, and the horse stumbled and fell to the ground.

A bandit jumped high with a sycophant, slashed off with a saber in his hand, and cut open the chest of an orc.

"Kill!"

"Kill all the orcs!"

Krolov shouted angrily, and the soldiers in front of him.

"Stay in formation! Don't mess around! We can fight ten of these weak humans at a time!" Occam roared, slashing and slashing one enemy after another.

The orcs led by Occam burst out with extraordinary combat abilities.

Krolov spat out a mouthful of blood, and cursed in his heart that the demon descendant had found the group of perverts from there.

is not afraid of death, but is also extremely disciplined.

Five hundred light horsemen fought from the flank.

The knight at the head waved his hand sharply, picked up the spear in his hand and raised it high.

"Cast!"

With a shout, spears flew high with the speed of the horses' sprints, and fell on the orc infantry behind the carriage.

"Raise your shield!

Occam let out a loud shout, and the orcs roared and half-crouched down, raising their shields to form a shield array.

The rain of guns fell, and many spears fell into the gaps between the shields, and countless blood splashes.

The shields in the hands of some orcs were unlucky enough to be shot through the weak point of the shield by the spear, and the whole spear passed through the chest and was nailed to the ground.

However, it was the bandits who were fighting the orcs who suffered more casualties.

They had no armor, no shields, and were living targets under the rain of gunfire.

"You bastards, I won't let you go!" Krolov roared at a group of light riders, the death of his companions chilling his heart.

Even if they wag their tails like dogs and beg for mercy in front of that group of adults, giving their loyalty and lives, they are abandoned children at any time.

Five hundred light horsemen roared in, and no one answered Krolov's ridiculous question.

After throwing their spears, each of them changed into a knight's sword in his hand.

Five hundred light horsemen overtook the bandits and collided with the orcs.

"Crush them!"

Occam roared, his muscular body tensing as he slammed into a nearer knight.

The orcs showed their blood, and the Terran cavalry fought with the orc cavalry in one place.

The smell of blood was pervasive, and the neighing and wailing of horses continued.

Occam glanced around, drawing a long sword that stabbed through the abdomen.

"Retreat!"

"Retreat!"

Knocking down a knight, a group of orcs fled in disarray.

"The orc army is nothing more than that. The leader of the light cavalry took off his mask, revealing an extremely young face.

"Let me cover up for a while, and leave no one alive!" the young man commanded in high spirits.

Krolov's heart jumped violently, a cold wind blew, and he broke out in a cold sweat inexplicably.

His gaze inadvertently fell on the wheel prints left by the carriage on the ground, and Krolov's pupils shrank sharply, and his tone began to cry out in panic.

"Withdraw! There is an ambush!"

A carriage full of ore could not have left such a shallow trail.

"Shanyue people, kill with me!"

The tarpaulin on a carriage was lifted, and a scarred Shanyue man raised his arms and shouted.

In a month's time, the mountains have changed dramatically.

He was not absent from every escort mission of the Shanyue people, and he became a well-deserved leader of this group of Shanyue people.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

The tarpaulins on the wagons were lifted.

Under the straw pile, one by one, the Shanyue people, who had long been unable to bear it, raised their weapons and killed.

"Don't panic, it's just a bunch of slaves......!

The young cavalry leader shouted loudly, and his voice stopped abruptly.

A tomahawk slashed from afar, slashing directly into his head.

"For the sake of the lord!"

"Charge!"

Occam licked his lips, and the fleeing group of orcs turned sharply and slashed at the enemy.