After stopping Paul's movements, Malone stooped down and took a few steps forward through the woods, getting closer to the orcs and observing them carefully. [ads:This site has a new URL,Shorthand method:,.]

As he said before, the behavior of these orcs is indeed not normal - before Marlon and them arrived, there were only a few dozen wolves near those orcs, and there was no absolute advantage in the face of a dozen orcs, and those orcs only needed to concentrate on charging in one direction to drive these wolves away.

However, the orcs did not do so - as Marlon looked closely, he noticed that the orcs seemed to be arguing about something.

This surprised Marlone, and at the same time, an imperceptible lilac glow flashed on his left wrist - in order to understand what the orcs were arguing about, he used the mage's exclusive ability, "Arcane Language".

"Idiot! Pigs! It's just a pack of wolves that scare you like this! Are you also worthy to be called warriors of the tribe? ”

An orc who was significantly larger than the other orcs roared loudly, wielding a battle axe that nearly split the other orcs around him in half.

"These wolves are not a problem, the question is how many wolves are left in the woods. I said we're going to turn around and go back now, and don't go any further. ”

"That's right, we should go back to Stormwind as much as possible."

"yes, that's it."

……

It seemed that the burly orc didn't get along very well with the other orcs, and the orcs dodged his weapons and then shouted loudly.

Marlon understood—indeed, the orcs weren't taking the wolves seriously, they were just arguing about which direction to go.

The burly orc wanted to continue deeper into the Twilight Forest, while the other orcs huddled together to return to Stormwind - the first useful piece of information Malone had ever received - and although the exact number was unknown, it was clear that the orcs were still entrenched in Stormwind.

Most of the orcs are indeed a little intellectually deficient, and they are still busy arguing at this time, and they don't notice how the number of wolves is gradually increasing.

With this in mind, Marlon did not continue to listen to the orcs, but still bent his waist and returned to his soldiers.

"The orcs are infighting. Let's take advantage of the attack, remember, all the other orcs can be killed, but the one with the biggest ...... Catch alive. ”

Malone said to Paul.

"Infighting? Can you understand them, Sir Lothar? ”

Paul asked, surprised.

"Don't ask so much, get ready to fight!"

Malone snorted, then turned around and drew the saber at his waist.

"Hear it all, get ready to fight!"

Paul was bored, so he turned around and poured his anger out on his companions - in fact, he had a lot of questions, such as why he chose the largest orc to catch the live mouth, didn't this make the task more difficult?

But since Malone said this, Paul naturally didn't dare to ask more.

"De Jong, you stay, you are not a warrior, there is no need to go with us."

Paul said to De Jong as he examined his crossbow.

"No, I have to go."

De Jong shook his head, drew his one-handed sword, and said firmly.

"You...... Well, follow me and be careful. ”

Paul wanted to say something, but when he saw De Jong's gaze, he flinched, just re-hung the crossbow on his waist, and patted De Jong on the shoulder.

De Jong has been touring the Twilight Forest with Malone and Paul for two weeks, and Paul knows a little bit about De Jong's background, and he knows that even if he pays the price of death, De Jong will not give up this battle.

A few months ago, De Jong was a father, a husband, a son, and a brother, and he is now, but he has lost his daughter, wife, father, and brother forever - all thanks to the orcs, and Paul knew that if he were De Jong, he would never stay where he was at this time.

"Follow me, Xiquan garrison, charge!"

Marlon was at the forefront of the group, ignoring what was going on behind the scenes - even with the help of the wolves, it would not be easy for him and his team to fight against a dozen orcs, so he had to concentrate.

Under Marlon's whispered order, Paul, Harry, and other soldiers of the Xiquan garrison increased their speed of running, rushing towards the clearing that was already crowded with orcs and wolves, and De Jong followed closely behind them.

"Woo~Woo~"

Rubos let out a few high-pitched and short wolf howls at the right time, as if as if a signal, and the giant wolves, who had been waiting quietly, showed their claws and rushed to attack the orcs.

The sudden attack of the wolves caught the orcs by surprise - they were arguing one second, and the next second they saw from the frightened eyes of their companions that the terrible wolves were less than a dozen paces away from them.

The burly orc reacted the fastest, and he jerked around and slashed his tomahawk into the head of a giant wolf.

The heavy axe created a huge centrifugal force and slammed it into the head of the giant wolf; There was a crisp "click", and although the axe blade only cut into the giant wolf's skull for a few minutes, the shattering sound showed that it obviously couldn't survive.

"Roar!"

After the orc killed a giant wolf with one blow, his fierceness did not diminish at all, and the battle axe in his hand turned round and continued to slash forward, and in the blink of an eye, two more giant wolves died under the axe.

The orc's bravery inspired the other orcs - even though they were arguing for a second, none of them retreated now.

They are orcs, born to fight.

Orc armies rarely train formations or other methods of coordination, and most of them fight on their own; Even so, those giant wolves were somewhat struggling to deal with these orcs.

In this jungle, wolves rarely clash with other large, ferocious animals – the instinct to seek advantage and avoid harm has allowed these different species to divide themselves into spheres of influence.

As a result, the wolves were a little hesitant in the face of these fierce counterattacking orcs - the hunting skills they had honed while hunting hares and long-eared deer were a little weak, because most of their prey was not capable of fighting back.

Several fierce wolves approached the orcs as fast as they could, leaping onto their shoulders and biting their sharp fangs into the green, tight skin of the orcs.

Even the orcs would have felt the pain - they let out a loud roar.

But the orcs weren't knocked down—they struggled to tear the wolves off their bodies, ignoring the fangs that still hung around their necks.