The enclosure built around the two-story building, although it was made of many stones in the reclamation town, was only more than a meter high, and the width was only about thirteen or fourteen centimeters, and there was no cementitious material in the middle, it was completely dependent on the weight of the stones themselves superimposed on each other, and for the group of strong orcs, it could only be regarded as a temporary obstacle.

In reality, though, these walls are just a defense against creatures like goblins and beasts. Ordinary creatures, to be honest, are just wolves, and wooden fences can keep them at bay, but for a group of goblins and bandits of a certain social structure, the most important thing is to build a stone wall.

In particular, the former reclamation town is one of the areas where countless goblin tribes rest and reproduce, although it has been conquered by the current humans, but the goblins that wander into the deep mountains and dense forests still pose a big threat. Especially in that group of goblins, it is not just ordinary goblins, even the short and strong, bears goblins like dwarves on tree stumps, are also quite a serious threat.

But no one imagined that it was not a goblin or a pretended bear goblin that appeared now, but an even more ferocious and violent orc! Especially the battle axes and maces in the hands of those orcs, anyone who sees them will wonder if the wall they have built can withstand a few heavy blows from the orcs!

You must know that the strength of that orc is nearly twice as strong as that of ordinary people! Especially the majestic physique of two meters, three or four, and even raising the tomahawk or mace, he can instantly chop anyone in two, or directly smash the head into his chest.

"Javelin ready, bow ready!"

At the window of the second floor, the butler Wharton was holding a homemade javelin in his hand, reaching out to make a throwing gesture, and in the four windows beside him, there were four stout young men, also holding homemade javelins, ready to throw and kill the enemy.

But just behind them, there were seven or eight employees with wooden bows in their hands, looking cautiously outside, through the gap of the man in front of them, pulling the bowstring in their hands slightly, just lightly putting on an iron arrow, staring coldly at the more and more goblins and orcs outside, so much that they were even a little frightened and frightened.

None of them actively threw or shot, and they had already had a little experience with a few skirmishes before. After all, it is a javelin thrown at close range, although the lethality is huge, but due to the limitation of self-made and materials, the range is in their hands, even if it is condescending, it will not exceed more than 20 meters, rather than wasting a javelin, it is better to throw and kill the enemy with some precision!

And those wooden bows, although they seem to be quite deterrent, are just wooden bows used by hunters, compared to the war bows captured by Hawke before, they can't be compared at all! Even the range of this kind of wooden bow is less than 80 meters, and with that inferior homemade iron arrow, it will start to flutter lightly and inaccurately when it comes out of 50 meters, and the lethality that can give the enemy is not high at all.

"Don't be afraid, let them keep coming close to us!"

The steward Wharton looked outside carefully, and in their ears they could already hear the noisy sounds outside, especially the high-pitched and greedy cries of the goblins, and the low and muffled roars of the orcs because of dissatisfaction and anger, all of which made the employees in the two-story building have a deep fear.

However, Wharton's previous experience as a militia steward still gave him some insight, and this is why Uncle Jax hired him to be the steward of Reclamation Town. Wharton quietly showed half of his head, looked carefully at the goblins and orcs outside, swallowed slightly, his right hand tightly supported the javelin on his shoulder, and his left hand was quietly swinging back, and said softly: "Steady, boys, whether you can survive depends on this time!" ”

The surrounding employees also pursed their lips and held the weapons in their hands tightly, although they were afraid, but they also understood that this time they probably couldn't hold it, and they were going to die, and they all looked like they were in ruin. In particular, Nakoren, who had been paralyzed by fear, clenched his wooden bow tightly, his legs trembling and ready to shoot his iron arrows.

"There are only thirteen or fourteen orcs, do you want to kill as many as possible in the first wave of attacks?"

Hawke stepped forward slowly, apparently recognizing Wharton's thoughts at a glance. Although there are at least three or five hundred goblins underneath, groups of goblins are full of chaos, but the dozen or so orcs led by them are still particularly conspicuous, and it is these dozen orcs who have organized this group of goblins, otherwise according to the timid surname of the goblins, gathering so many would have fallen apart long ago for fear of being discovered by human patrols.

However, being organized by the dozen orcs is obviously beyond the resistance ability of this group of goblins, although it is nearly five hundred in number, but just look at the poorly bred small body, and only reach the height near the orc**, it is easy to find out how this group of goblins are greedy for life and afraid of death, as well as bullying the soft and afraid of the hard.

However, it also seemed that he saw the javelinmen and archers on the second floor, and the dozen or so orcs were scattered among each other, opening their huge mouths with sharp teeth, and roaring loudly at the goblins on the left and right, while waving the weapons in their hands and pointing at the second floor, which obviously meant to let this group of goblins be used as cannon fodder to attract Wharton and their first wave of attacks.

"Damn it! Damn it! ”

When Wharton saw this scene, his frown suddenly became more and more distorted, if the group of orcs did not get close, they would lose the ideal means to be the first to strike, and once their group of people were broken through into the house, facing the orcs and goblins, I am afraid that they would have lost hope of survival.

Unless it was a quasi-war knight who had comprehended the seeds of fighting spirit, they would definitely be pale and powerless in the face of those goblins and orcs. And at this time, their survival** can only rely on patrols that appear from time to time to come here and discover the changes here, so as to save them.

"Eat meat! Kill it! Eat meat! ”

The goblins below had already begun to howl, and the outermost stone wall could not bother the goblins in any way, because the orcs around them were also scattered forward, raised their weapons, and smashed them at the stone wall, and the huge power was reflected in their weapons, and in a few clicks a huge hole leaked out.

And then, as the walls were slightly damaged, the dozen orcs raised their feet and kicked them a few times on the side, expanding the scope of the collapse of the wall, and in just an instant, the group of goblins were already howling and holding their bone weapons, swarming like swarms, and rushed in frantically!

"Aim for those orcs! Kill them! ”

Wharton couldn't wait, because the goblins were already rushing in along the seven or eight big holes, of course, they could barely resist these goblins, but they couldn't stop the more powerful orcs! He turned his head and roared loudly at the javelinmen and archers next to him, "Aim! Kill them or we'll die!" ”

He roared angrily, and the javelin in his hand was thrown fiercely, the sharp tip of the spear tore through the air, and the spear shaft of ** slashed through the air, stabbing down fiercely, and the four or five iron arrows were faster, and the slightly shaking arrow body carried a huge force, and it shot down fiercely through this javelin, and at their target location, it was where the dozen orcs stood!

"No, the accuracy is too bad."

However, Hawke shook his head slightly in the back, because in his Void Soul Induction, although the javelin and iron arrows were powerful, they did not hurt the dozen orcs at the landing point, and even those orcs only needed to move left and right, and they could easily dodge the javelin iron arrows that were thrown and shot at them!

"Puff puff puff—"

A series of sounds of entering the flesh sounded, followed by the miserable howls of the group of goblins, the sharp iron arrows shot directly through the thin body of the goblins, and the javelin even strung two or three goblins directly together, unless it directly hurt the vital point, directly killing those unlucky goblins, otherwise those goblins were crying and screaming, the scene was simply miserable.

Large strands of blood with a slight sour smell had already spread on the ground, but for the orc, it did not cause a fatal wound, not even a single injury. And the dozen or so goblins killed, in the close to five hundred, were as simple as droplets in the waves.

"Hmph, cowardly human."

One of the orcs' furry face, with unconcealed disdain, held an iron battle axe in his hand, and looked at the employees above the second floor, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned with a certain disdain. Holding his battle axe tightly, he smelled the smell of blood around him, and his whole body was aroused by that bloodthirsty instinct, looking at the archers who appeared on the second floor again, he directly arrogantly waved the battle axe above his head, and let out a mocking roar: "It's ridiculous..."

"Buzz-"

However, a strange voice appeared in front of him in an instant, and before he could react, he instantly felt a huge force, hitting his ** fiercely, and even the habitual surname carried on it, so that he couldn't control his body and fell backwards heavily.

But before he completely fell to the ground, there was a sharp pain in his chest instantly, and he subconsciously looked towards his chest, an iron arrow was already half of the shaft left, and the sharp iron arrow tip had already penetrated deep into his chest and pierced his heart.

The orc barely supported himself on the ground with his hands, but this simple action made his chest bleed profusely in an instant, and as the blood flowed, the strength of his whole body seemed to disappear. He couldn't help but raise his head slightly, and his gaze swept over the window, and a smaller figure appeared in the corner of his eyes that began to blur.

The figure was thin and young, although he was still wearing armor all over his body, but he was slowly reaching out behind him, pulling out an iron arrow and putting it on the wooden bow in his right hand, and re-aiming the tip of the arrow at the orc companion who was still watching him in a daze not far away, and let go in an instant!

ps: Haha, the brothers are so powerful, the first order in a few hours will reach two hundred, I don't have to say, tomorrow at noon at twelve o'clock, both chapters are more than two hundred, just three more! (To be continued.) )