Lyudmila listened to Roland's mocking analysis, her mood improved slightly, and she hurriedly urged her horse to the Ranger Camp to convey Rudolph's order. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

By the time Lyudmila had returned to Roland's side after arranging official duties, the corps had already entered the valley and joined up with the two scout teams that had come to reconnoiter in advance.

"Alyosha, what's the matter?" Rudolph asked in a low voice.

"The base camp of the orcs is planted in the valley, there are no less than a thousand women and children, and a few plundered human slaves, and there are less than three hundred young and strong orcs left behind, and it should be noted that there may be spellcasters among them." Colonel Alexey replied in a deep voice.

Rudolph smiled coldly, drew his sword in his hand, and said in a loud voice: "Follow me, kill all those brutes!" ”

The elite of the thousand horsemen roared in unison, urging the horses to gallop, and followed closely behind Rudolph, the pitch-black steel armor reflecting the cold moon and clear light, like a black torrent sweeping across the wasteland, roaring into the canyon.

Two simple watchtowers were erected near the mouth of the valley, and several orc sentries were gambling together, and when they heard the sound of horses' hooves roaring like spring thunder, they jumped up in fright, grabbed their horns and whined.

The sound of the trumpet had not yet reached the camp, and it cost them their lives.

The well-trained rangers of the Kolath Army shot a rain of arrows in the direction of the horn, and the sound of the air breaking through the air in a line enveloped the two watchtowers. Then came the muffled sound of steel arrows piercing into flesh and blood, and screams came and went.

The camp in the valley was in disarray, and a group of orc light cavalry who remained behind hurriedly grabbed their battle axes and stepped on the wolves, trying to organize a counter-charge.

They were greeted by a rain of arrows, and in a whirlwind of fireballs fell one after another, explosions shook the valley, and fire and smoke engulfed the camp.

On a high ground in the valley, Mage Merlin gripped his staff and spit out arcane notes, and the silver-white "rain of order" fell from the sky, causing strong acid damage to the chaotic orcs, and attaching multiple negative states such as blindness, fear, and sluggishness, but it did not hinder the Kolas army belonging to the order camp.

Beside the old mage, two rows of men and women in gray cloaks lined up in goose wings. Shan Lan flicked his hood, and his face buried deep in the shadows did not have the slightest expression. Immersed in their casting concentration, these young mage apprentices chanted obscure incantations and reached out to unleash lightning bolts and walls of fire.

These intellectually brilliant young men were Merlin's students and the children of the Far Eastern penal colonies, all of whom had relatives and friends killed by the orcs, and now it was time to take revenge.

At the same time, the battle in the canyon also reached the stage of hand-to-hand combat.

The Black Guard smashed into the orc camp like a hammer, and the path of the charge was red with blood, and no orc could stop this terrifying black iron flow.

The Great Defender slashed in half, slicing the head of an orc in half, Roland firmly reined in the reins with his left hand, and the black steed man rose to his feet and neighed, kicking the staggering corpse away.

Swish! The cold light flashed, and another ugly head was cut off, and Roland felt a trace of qi luck released from the orc corpse, as if attracted by magnetic force, all of them were incorporated into his body, and the qi pool gradually became full.

"The fastest way to level up, sure enough, is still killing." Roland sighed in his heart, he didn't delay in his hand, swung his sword to block a battle axe from the side and back, and cut his throat with a backhand.

The attacker fell to the horse's hooves with a wail, his skin jacket open, revealing a pair of towering peaks on his chest, trembling with pain.

"A mother?" Roland's eyes condensed slightly, and he immediately returned to indifference, and the horse galloped past, accompanied by the muffled sound of a shoe smashing his head.

The ferocious nature of orcs does not distinguish between male and female, and it is true that female orcs are more harmful.

In Roland's view, the reason why orcs, stupid and savage creatures, can pose a threat to human society with a higher degree of civilization is not only because of their ferocious nature, but also because of their amazing fecundity.

Male orcs are nymphomaniacs, keen to rape all female animals, female orcs are fertility maniacs, their strong fertility is comparable to that of rabbits on the grassland, litter after litter like a litter, within a few years can create a new generation of humans, so that the orc tribe that has been hit hard in the conflict with humans, the withered population has resurrected countless times.

Roland couldn't think of any better or more civilized way to deal with the orcs than to cut the grass and eradicate the roots.

The horses neighed, the five hundred black guards charged, trampling through the orc camp, the sound of slashing and killing was endless, and blood was everywhere.

In such a chaotic battlefield, Roland, who was in battle for the first time, couldn't help but be a little at a loss, holding the reins in one hand and the heavy sword in the other, and followed the troops like a stream to keep charging until the orc camp was penetrated, and the experienced captain in front led the team in a roundabout, and the young knight followed closely.

Just then, Roland heard a roar beside him, and sawdust squirted violently, clanging on his legnails.

Roland looked at the back of the black guard in the distance ahead, hesitated slightly, or gave up following the large army, turned his horse's head and moved closer to the place where the abnormal movement came, vigilantly scanning the movement ahead.

With the help of his talent "dim vision", he looked through the smoke and saw a stout orc appear in front of the tent door, shouting and cursing.

The gate of the camp was smashed by the whirring thorn chain hammer of the wheel in his hand, and several frightened orcs nearby, fearing that their heads would also be smashed by the chain hammer, hurriedly gathered towards him.

Roland's face was slightly gloomy, and he rode his horse with a sword from a hundred feet away, opening the pupil of fate to reconnoiter the orc with good leadership.

―Captain Orc―

Class: Level 8 Warrior

Health: 52 (8d8+16)

……

A few lines of data flashed in front of him, and Roland immediately knew that the strength of the guy on the other side was not inferior to the orc berserker he had encountered in front of the north gate of the Atonement Keep.

After days of marching and many actual combat trainings, Roland's mentality is far more calm than when he first fought the orcs in Fort Atonement, and he is confident that he can pick them off the horse when he calmly compares the strength of the enemy and his enemies.

With his backhand back in his back, Roland took off the wooden-handled lance hanging from the saddle and rushed straight towards the orc captain.

Like a black bolt of lightning, the horse rushed behind the orc warrior in a few breaths across a distance of a hundred yards.

The orc warrior heard the sound of the horse's hooves approaching before he turned back in shock, and with a roar, he slammed the head of the round chain hammer.

The hammer is a xenomorph weapon that is not so easy to wield, and the long chains make it difficult to quickly counterattack in the event of a surprise attack. The barbed hammer was still spinning in the air, and a bit of steel blade like a poisonous snake came out of its hole and stabbed him in the heart first.

The lethality of the cavalry lance itself is similar to that of the long sword, but in the charging state, it is reborn and doubled in power.

Syllable! As soon as his wrist sank and the crisp sound sounded, the barrel of the gun broke and sawdust flew, but Roland was overjoyed.

With the blessing of the "Sharp Edge Technique", this shot luckily triggered a heavy attack, so the damage was doubled!

The spear blade penetrated deeply into the bare chest of the orc warrior, and through a blurred blood mist, Roland saw a bloody "-70" burst out above the opponent's head, and was directly killed by him with one shot!

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