The orc's night attack came suddenly, but it didn't surprise Mrs. Weimar. In fact, after the night of the downpour, some knights found orc footprints one after another—much larger than normal, wearing huge, rough boots.

The location is around the bandits' camp, and there are not many of them, so it should be orc scouts.

Night fighting is not a knight's strong point, and in a hurry, it is impossible to organize a charge, not to mention, in the mist of night, even the number of orcs cannot be estimated.

As a result, Weimar decisively chose to retreat.

When the signal arrow exploded, Harald was sleeping with the orc hunters he had been distributed—a symbol of his status. At first, he thought he was having a nightmare, but when he opened his eyes, his comrades around him all crawled out of the grass and grabbed the weapons around him at the shouts of Master Chief Ralph.

Except for the sergeants and infantry below the rank of senior sergeant, they are not qualified to use orc hunters, and they all use the swords and spears provided by Blackstone Castle, and rush out of the wooden shed in unison.

The entire camp was awakened by the explosion of the sky and the light of fire, and the stewards of Blackstone Fort, Karrick and Eric, organized militia pairs to shuttle through the camp to calm the terrified people.

Leah, Linda, and Elena also burst out of the wooden shed.

"Lord Leah, it's the North!

The warriors, who quickly assembled, led by Ralph, rushed in front of Leah.

Leah turned over and mounted her war horse, drawing her sword from her waist: "It's Sir Weimar's signal! Linda, you and Eric lead the militia to stay in the camp." Elena, immediately climb the watchtower and observe the surrounding movements in case of accidents. The others follow me!

There is no room for accidents in a camp of six or seven hundred people. Linda, who has the strongest combat power, and Elena, who is good at night fighting, are the most powerful guarantees.

With the neighing of the horses, Leah took the lead and rushed into the night.

The wasteland is still a little muddy after the rainstorm. Harald held the orc hunter tightly in his arms, and ran with the team, his fingers cold and stiff from the cold wind.

The Duchy of Vendon is a typical island kingdom, surrounded by no strange creatures, and is one of the few places of peace. But horrific tales of orcs, bugmen, and monsters have long been passed down throughout the kingdom through merchants and bards.

Harald never imagined that one day he would have to confront the terrifying creatures that appear in the poem.

Fear!

Yes.

This was Harald's truest feeling, but the orc hunter in his arms gave him some comfort. Behind him, the warriors who weren't assigned orc hunters were perhaps even more terrified than him, and many were trembling.

But no one dared to disobey the commander's order.

They have no choice but to move forward.

In the darkness in front of him, the visibility was only about ten meters, and it was foggy. The soldiers trudged through the muddy ground with heavy steps, and the training of the previous few days showed the effect, and no one was left behind.

Soon, Harald saw scattered fires and the neighing of warhorses in the darkness in the distance.

"Stop marching and get ready to line!"

Master Chief Ralph and Hunn, the other three sergeant majors, all knew how to maximize the power of orc hunters under Qin Song's guidance.

The team stopped in an instant, and under the shouts of the sergeant majors, they neatly changed into horizontal rows, separated by a distance of about a meter from each other, staring intently at the darkness ahead while waiting for Sir Weimar's retreat.

Lia Zema stopped at the side of the procession, her nose snorting hot white gas, searching for Sir Weimar in the retreating Knights.

"Leah, they're coming. Sir Weimar shouted loudly, "We have lost three knights!"

"Assemble with me, Lord Weimar!" Ria paused on the warriors' flank, torch in her hand and waving it in a loud voice that pierced the night sky.

"Get on the projectile!" Ralph shouted.

Click......

The sound of mechanical clashing sounded continuously, and since they got the orc hunters, these people had an extra training item in their daily training - loading the projectile and getting familiar with the use of the trigger.

Thirteen orc hunters, all loaded.

Sir Weimar's cavalry regiment pulled to the flank, and at the shout of orders, assembled in a charging formation.

In the twilight of the night, the heavy footsteps of the orcs were heard first, followed by the roars of the orcs. The orc centurion Camuro, with eerie scarlet skin, slung to a massive bloody warhammer. The blood of the drowned, containing the power of the ancestors, allowed him to successfully rise to the rank of Blood Warrior.

For the orcs who regard victory as their life, the early reconnaissance has damaged seven orc warriors in a row, but has not gained any blood food, which makes him extremely angry, and the fire of revenge is burning.

In Talma's revelation, his old rival Bagasa is about to arrive at the camp with the Stomach of the Wriggling. And Camuro, who has repeatedly suffered defeats under Bagasa, must create a brilliant enough record and collect enough blood food to prove himself.

This raid, which has been brewing for a long time, is actually ready to be launched and has to be launched.

In Camuro's plan, the first thing to deal with is the cavalry regiment, then the weak militia, and finally the blood power in the body to deal with the three women with divine powers.

To this end, he gathered thirty of the strongest orc warriors in his Bloodtooth Settlement, and was ready to sacrifice most of them, as long as he could kill those three divine powers, and offer the sweetest blood food for the Wriggling Stomach.

That's a brilliant victory!

"Commander, bless!" Ralph prayed softly, and the white silhouette of the orcs began to appear in the darkness, about twenty meters away.

This was not the best shooting distance, Ralph gripped the orc hunter tightly, correcting the angle: "Don't panic, don't panic, don't panic! ”

The warriors who are qualified to hold orc hunters are all people who have been screened out in the training, and their psychological qualities are outstanding.

Camuro, who was running in the center of the line, put down the giant hammer on his shoulder and threw it diagonally behind his back. For them, the biggest threat is the cavalry regiment that relies on the impact of war horses, and these infantry in front of them, who are lined up, without even a shield in their hands, only a strange iron rod, are simply given for nothing.

“wahgha！”

In Camuro's roar, the orcs accelerated abruptly and began their best short charge.

Ralph only felt a buzzing in his head, his blood boiled, and his fingers that pulled the trigger trembled slightly, aiming at a large man, shouting, "Release!"

Syllable!

Syllable!

Syllable!

The warrior, who had long been extremely nervous, continuously pulled the trigger, and with a crisp explosion, a series of fires erupted from the muzzle.

Rumble!

Rumble!

Rumble!

The powerful impact of the shotgun interrupted the charge of several orcs, and with a confused expression, they staggered to the ground. Several other orcs let out a terrible scream, and instead of being hit directly, they were hit by stray bullets.

Thirteen shotguns.

Only five orcs were knocked down.

It didn't work out well because they were so nervous that many of them missed, and some of them aimed at the same target at the same time, and some even had empty guns altogether.

Fortunately, it is a shotgun, and the killing area is relatively wide, even if it misses the shotgun, there are a lot of pills, which hit the huge orcs.

But the strong constitution and will of the orcs began to be revealed, and except for the five dead orcs, the rest of them were enraged, and the speed increased again.

"Put!" Ralph shouted again.

Syllable!

Syllable!

Syllable!

The flames erupted through the night sky.

This time, because it was closer, the effect was much better than the first round, and a full eight orc warriors fell to the ground with a bang. The rest were even more wailing and earth-shattering, and the speed of the charge slowed down significantly.

"Reload!

Ralph shouted, two shotguns in his hand, and scrambled to reload, even though he had been so skilled in private that he was too nervous to do it successfully.

"Follow me!"

Sir Weimar pulled the knight's greatsword from his bosom, and the two rounds of fire from the warriors just now knocked out nearly half of the orcs, giving him strong confidence.

Leah understands the nature of orc hunters, and it takes time to reload after two projectiles. And this period of firepower gap is the most dangerous time.

However, the cavalry regiment could not immediately reach the maximum speed from the moment it was charged. Liya, who is familiar with the combat methods of the cavalry regiment, is too familiar with the process of charging, and the general knight regiment charge is mostly a long-distance charge, starting to trot from a few kilometers away, and gradually increasing speed, which helps to reduce the cardiopulmonary pressure of the war horse.

The shortest distance charge also requires a trot of about 20 meters, a low speed of about 55 meters, and a medium speed of about 80 meters to reach the maximum charging speed (Note 1).

But now, the visual distance of the charge is only about thirty meters, and it is simply not possible to reach the maximum speed and form an impact.

Liya didn't want to expose her divine power easily, but the situation forced her, those warriors were all carefully trained by Qin Song, except for orc hunters, melee combat power was almost the same as that of the militia.

Leah couldn't sit idly by.

As the war horse stepped into the four hooves, the divine power in Leah's body activated, and without summoning Koenigsek, a faint halo spread out from the horse's hooves and wrapped around the four hooves of the surrounding war horses.

Those red-eyed knights who charged didn't have time to pay attention to their feet, but they suddenly felt that the war horse under their crotch suddenly accelerated, and in just twenty meters, they almost reached the highest speed.

The flanks of nearly sixty knights charged, and the war horses entered the battlefield in an instant with a powerful impact. The blades clashed, roared and screamed, one after another.

Those orcs who were hit by shotguns, but did not fall, were seriously weakened in combat effectiveness, and under the impact of the cavalry, they fell to the ground in the middle one after another.

"Roar—"

A war cry full of sky-high anger erupted among the orcs, and Camuro, whose eyes were blood-red, had already been enraged by the battle situation that fell on this side.

He couldn't figure out what those iron rods were!

His bravest warrior fell so inexplicably!

But now, with no way back, the glory of the orcs is not to be defiled.

The first charge of the cavalry, like a tidal wave, passed through the orcs, leaving nearly six knights behind. And Ralph's fighters, the second reload was completed.

There were only five orcs left who could stand, holding weapons in their hands, guarding the card catalog, and their heavy breathing turned into white mist in the dark night.

"Put!"

Syllable!

Syllable!

Syllable!