"Bang bang bang."

The sound of the blade slashing through the flesh was completely muffled, and almost all Xhosa could hear was the muffled sound of the flesh being knocked out by the warhorse.

Screams rang out, and Xhosa stepped forward, only to find that he could not help at all—for such a swift attack was defenseless for an orc without a wolf... In their field of vision, it didn't take more than three seconds for those knights to disappear from the moment they appeared!

The dark night has become the biggest obstacle to the orc's counterattack, but it has also become the biggest cover for the human raid.

"Go find a wolf!"

Xhosa tried to calm his emotions and gave a loud order, and the orcs who were hit by the cavalry attack not far away were cut out three or four times, and three others were hit with a dent in their chests and vomiting blood in their mouths, completely losing their combat effectiveness. The remaining orcs who got up from the tent one after another heard his order and immediately ran out of the place where the wolf should have been, but before they could run a few steps, they found that a team of seven people had appeared again in the darkness!

A neat line, maximizing impact and lethality, when these cavalry roared past, the orcs didn't even have time to parry, let alone the so-called "counterattack" - the war horses swept by, and four or five orcs were cut out again...

"How so... How so..."

Xhosa's hand holding the scimitar was trembling, he had never imagined that a team of thirty-three wolf cavalry would suffer such a blow, although the other side seemed to have only two squads of seven in total, but he knew that at night when the orcs had limited vision, the enemy on horseback was a complete nightmare!

"Tell me where the wolf is?!Damn, who's going to take care of the wolf?"

The mouth scolded like this, but the orcs next to them were running in a panic, they wanted to find the wolf, but because of their eyesight, they couldn't see the group of sleeping animals just a hundred meters away, and finally some orcs remembered the way to contact the wolf, imitating the howl of the wolf, and only after getting the wolf's response did they confirm the location.

It was only at this time that they realized that the location of these wolves seemed to be a little far away.

The fire of the tent gradually lit up all around, and Xhosa realized that there was a sea of fire around him, and he roared angrily, and for a moment realized that he had no idea what to order—should he have his men gather together, or should they rush over and ride the wolf to fight back?

After thinking for a few seconds, he finally pointed into the distance and shouted, "Run! Run to the wolf! Don't wait here!"

Immediately, he called out to the two men next to him to protect him, and prepared to rush towards the direction where the wolf was, but before he could take a few steps, a handful of blood splashed on his face without warning...

The warm feeling came, and the salty smell of blood rushed straight to his nose, and the hairs on the back of Xhosa, who were running in a hurry, suddenly exploded, and the feeling of extreme danger immediately made him raise his scimitar to block his side-

"Click!"

The sound of metal clashing shook his ears, and the force struck, causing him to stagger a few steps and almost fall, but although Xhosa looked like he had big shoulders and a round waist, he was extremely fast, and he rolled on the spot, and when he got up, he was already protecting himself with a scimitar, and squinted at the attacker who appeared unnoticed.

Everything happened in the light of light, and when his eyes were raised, the first thing Xhosa saw was the corpse of his own subordinate falling... The top of the other party's neck is bare, the head has long been unknown, blood is splattered, and the scene is weird.

Next to the corpse was the attacker who suddenly appeared and was not tall.

In the eyes of the orcs, this guy in black leather armor can really only be called "thin", a head shorter than Cosa, half narrower shoulders, and it is estimated that his waist is not as thick as Xhosa's thighs... His image didn't make any visual impact on the orcs, and even made Xhosa feel like he could trample them to death by lifting them.

"Kill him!"

A shout immediately came out of his mouth, and when Xhosa got up, another subordinate had already swung his sword at the thin attacker, and Xhosa saw the position and used all his strength to perform a horizontal slash, cooperating with blocking all the opponent's defense angles!

In his heart, human beings will not be able to resist the full attack of the orcs after all, and if the other party resists hard, he will inevitably be hacked to death by himself with a knife!

Wait a minute... Knife?

In the dim light, Xhosa noticed that the other party was not using the usual long sword of human beings, but two bright scimitars!

A slight premonition of danger suddenly rose in his heart, but at this time, the action of Xhosa's attack had been made, and there was no room for maneuver.

On the opposite side of Xhosa, Roddy made a decision that the orcs did not expect - he raised his two scimitars and blocked one after the other.

Such a posture made Xhosa a little stunned for a while, not to mention himself, even the subordinate next to him is also an infinitely powerful master, such a knife slash, the lightest human in the "common sense" will end up with a broken arm...

But the next scene really overturned such "common sense".

"Click!"

With two crisp sounds, the power of the scimitars that burst out after touching each other completely pressed on Roddy's body, and his hands cracked instantly—but with the support of a strong attribute, Roddy was able to resist the attack that was enough to smash any scout!

The "Ranger Suit" gave Roddy twice as much strength as Xhosa at this time, and although his body looked far less strong than that of the orcs, in terms of strength alone, he was indeed the most powerful existence on the entire battlefield at this time!

"Hah!"

With a burst of applause, Luo Di raised his hands violently, and actually pushed the two orcs away completely, and when the other party appeared at this moment of stiffness, Luo Di had already stepped out with that swift pace, and swung his two knives in a row, slashing at the orcs who were closer!

Xhosa on the side was involuntarily retreating because of the huge force that erupted when Roddy pushed away, and the scene in front of him made him feel like he had seen a spinning windmill - the two scimitars in the hands of the human were turning wildly with their arms, and they were "smashing" on the weapons in the hands of his subordinates one after another!

Seeing the scimitar in his subordinate's hand being knocked out by such a force, and then his chest was open and half of his neck was cut off, that tyrannical attack method made even Xhosa tremble at this moment!

After all, things like "attributes" are not at all understood by the "aborigines" of the mainland, just like no one would have thought that Roddy could easily shoot orcs before - they would not understand the 25% bonus of the "piercing" damage of the bow and arrow to the attack of the "unarmored" orcs, let alone what a terrible "war machine" Roddy would become after owning a ranger suit!

At this time, Cossa found that he could not retreat, and finally rushed forward - but before he could swing the scimitar in his hand, he saw Roddy's figure suddenly approach, and when his steps twisted, he disappeared from his field of vision!

This is the "shadow dance step" that once made Sodrore suffer a lot.

"How-"

He turned around and tried to find Roddy's shadow, but Xhosa saw an arm fly out in front of him, and before the surprise in his heart could rise, the sharp pain in his left arm made him break out in a cold sweat in an instant...

Fast, it's too fast.

In a trance, the indifferent face seemed to flicker in front of his eyes, and then he was directly kicked in the jaw, and his whole body flew out diagonally, and his teeth were broken for an unknown number of times - when he fell to the ground, everything in front of him seemed to be still spinning...

In the darkness, the figure stepped in front of him.

"You're the leader?"

When standard Sabine came out of the other's mouth, Xhosa's numb brain seemed unable to produce even the emotions of shock.

The sound of horses' hooves echoed across the battlefield, the screams of orcs being chopped off as they ran were incessant, and the bleeding left arm with severe pain made Xhosa grit his teeth, and he wanted to retreat, but saw that the other party had come to him and stepped on his chest.

"I don't have much time, so to cut a long story short. ”

Roddy casually slashed the scimitar in the opponent's hand along with his fingers, and in the midst of the scream, he bowed slightly, confirmed the warhammer mark on Xhosa's body, and whispered, "Tell me about the current territory of your clan." ”

........................

The fire in the tent grew brighter and brighter, and finally became a point of light on the horizon that could not be ignored.

Sodrore, who was scanning around on horseback, frowned at this, and as if he had finally found his target, he rushed towards the place where the fire appeared with his subordinates behind him.

The scouts behind him were silent, all with serious and faint anger on their faces - so did Sodrore, with irrepressible anger on their tense faces.

From the evening, Sodrol and his fourteen team members wanted to catch up with Roddy and go to help, but they didn't know that the other party's horses were really good endurance, and the sky was completely dark, so they ran and ran and completely lost, and finally in desperation, Sodlore decided to lead the team to the village of Kerry to check the situation - but then the sight completely shocked the young scouts...

The flames burned, the dead were all over the ground, and not a single person survived the looted villages.

A total of 134 people died, including the elderly, women and children. The heads were discarded on the land at will, most of the supplies were looted, and the rest was basically burned by fire.

Many of the corpses were cut off directly by the scimitars, and you can see how terrible the powerful impact of the wolf cavalry was, but the worst were the female corpses in those corners - it was obvious that the way for the orcs to vent their desires was not simply killing.

The world is always so cruel that when something like this happens, you can't expect a miracle at all.