Lancet and Moria's journey was not smooth, and as the blizzard approached, the orcs began to move more frequently. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

By now, they had killed more than ten big guys.

"Damn blizzard......" Lancet pulled the reins tightly, the rune horse under him was galloping desperately, and Moria sat sideways in front of Lancet, the fire spell in her hand kept smashing towards the several orc cavalry riding wolf riders who were chasing after him.

The cold wind and howling weather made at least half of the damage of the female mage's fire spell drop, and such a spell hit the rough-skinned orc, and there was no way to kill the other party.

The giant ice wolves under the orc seat gasped for breath with their mouths open, and they desperately increased their speed under the roar of their masters, their blood-red tongues flung out, and rushed over like red-eyed mad dogs.

One of the wolf cavalrymen who fell behind felt a horn on the wolf's back, and his movements were watched by Lancet, who raised his hand crossbow and pulled the trigger on the opponent.

The crossbow bolt hit the opponent's throat accurately, and the orc wolf cavalry tried to blow the horn of the assembly before dying, but could not stop its crooked form and finally rolled down to the snow.

"Look ahead...... Look ahead! Moria's panicked cry rang out, and when Lancet looked ahead again, the horse had run to the edge of the broken cliff, and then rose into the air in an instant.

The other end of the cliff continued to enlarge in front of Ranster's eyes, and he clearly expected that if he and the female mage continued like this, they would only end up falling off the cliff and shattering their bones.

Behind him came the frantic cry of the Icewolf, and Lancet looked back to see that the beast that had lost its owner had also jumped up with his horse, trying to drag them down the cliff.

Naturally, Lancet didn't miss this opportunity, and he saw the moment and pressed his left hand on the door of the ice wolf's head as it pounced.

The wolf's razor-sharp fangs had almost touched Lancet's neck, but in the next moment, the power of the flame spell instantly exploded above its head, and the shockwave directly blasted the beast's head to pieces, and it couldn't even let out a whimper.

A lazy and lying shadow on the top of the mountain stood up on all fours when it saw the spell mark released, its green eyes like a spirit followed Lenster tightly, and then the sturdy figure disappeared from the top of the mountain in a few jumps.

With the recoil of the shock wave, the rune horse swooped forward in mid-air, seeing that its front hooves were about to step on the ground.

At this moment, the bone arrows on the orc's bow and arrow at the cliff behind him pierced the air and nailed to the front legs of the rune warhorse. The attacked horse neighed and fell in the direction of the cliff.

Lance struggled to stabilize his body while hugging the falling Moria, and quickly activated the arcane transport ability.

The two who were still at the bottom of the cliff were instantly teleported to the cliff by the spell, and without even having time to catch their breath, Lanstra pulled up the stumbling female mage and continued to run wildly.

Sure enough, as he expected, the sound of landing on the cliff behind him was heard very soon - the orc wolf cavalry successfully crossed the cliff and rushed towards the two of them again.

Lenster wisely gave up his intention to continue his escape, and he drew his magic sword and protected the female mage who had prepared the high-level spells behind him.

The four wolf cavalrymen slowly ran to the distance between the two and began to circle in circles. From time to time, the wolf beneath them let out a threatening roar, and their vicious eyes stared straight at the delicious meal in front of them.

Four orc wolf cavalry means that the enemy is actually eight. Not only does Lancet have to kill the four orcs riding on the wolf's back, but he also has to keep an eye out for the four hungry wolves beneath them.

"Surrender...... "No surrender...... Dead ......"

Lancet couldn't help but be stunned when he heard the other party's awkward lingua franca, no one would have thought that these orcs who had lived in the Cold Ridge Mountains for a long time had actually learned the continental lingua franca, and they spoke it well. As we all know, the Orcs of the North never need to be captive, and Lancet looked at the necks of these giant ice wolves, wearing the same markings as the ones Keith had killed.

Mark of the Blonka tribe.

Lancet remembered the name that Keith had mentioned.

His hesitant look seemed to the orc who spoke to be a good sign, and he said all the lingua franca he knew.

"Let go...... Weapons......"

"Kill...... Get down on your knees ......"

"Geush...... God...... God ......" The orc kept repeating the last word, and the other companions began to wave their weapons and shout the name of the orc god.

While these crazy orcs were howling, Lancet quickly pulled his crossbow from his waist and pulled the trigger in the face of an agitated orc.

The thin strings on the hand crossbow made a crisp "bell" under the action of the bracket, and the sharp crossbow arrows pierced the air and headed for the orc's face.

The orc reacted quickly to block the deadly bolt with his hand, glaring at the arrow that pierced its arm, and roared angrily at Lancester.

"Dead ......," its muffled voice came from its throat, accompanied by a gushing stream of blood.

Lancet's belated throwing knife struck the opponent in the throat this time, sending the Goush faithful to meet the orc god.

The remaining three wolf cavalry roared and rushed forward, and the greasy spell that Moria had already prepared to complete instantly covered the snow in front of her, and the three giant ice wolves let out a painful whimper and slid to the ground.

This time Lancet didn't miss again, he quickly loaded his crossbow bolts and pulled the trigger, quickly killing the three ice wolves who couldn't stand up.

An orc who barely stood up yelled at the last ice wolf, who obediently turned and ran backwards.

"Moria, kill it!" Lancet immediately guessed the orc's intentions, and they wanted the wolf to go back and move the rescuers.

His left hand gripped at the giant ice wolf that was running, and the hand of the mage he used as an encounter spell instantly grabbed its hind legs. The latter staggered, then tumbled and fell to the snow.

The female mage's spells were connected in time, and just as the beast fell to the ground, the freezing blast in her hand had already been sent towards it.

But the spell didn't hit the wolf's head as she had hoped - the three orcs fended off the spell that flew towards the wolf, and the wolf, which had been rolling in the snow several times, staggered to its feet, and in the blink of an eye, it was gone.

"Damn it!" Lancet couldn't help but curse and let the messenger run away, and their life in the north would not be so easy in the future.