Captain Hank thinks today's experience is bizarre enough.

First I met a group of unreasonable scouts like bandits, and was dragged by the other party to pursue the vicious wolf cavalry, and then I met a crazy scout captain who thought about sneaking up on the wolf cavalry camp with more than twice the number of people...

And now, when he saw the captain walking towards the orc camp, he only felt that today's "bizarre experience" might have an even more bizarre turn...

The taste of waiting in the dark night was not pleasant, and the thought of thirty-three ox-strong orcs and forty-two wolves in the camp more than a hundred meters away in front of him made Hank's legs go limp.

It's not that there is no idea of escaping in his mind, but the scene of the Nolan village scout daring to face the orcs has made him have extremely contradictory emotions in his heart - if Roddy says "we can't beat it today, let's retreat first", Hank will definitely be the first to turn around and leave here. But Roddy was the first to rush forward as the captain, and even if Hank wanted to run, the irrepressible sense of shame in his heart made him really unable to move.

No matter how timid Hank is, Hank is still a citizen of the Cullen Kingdom with a trace of blood in his heart: although he is afraid of the orcs, it does not mean that he does not want to kill these orcs - his comrades were killed by these orcs, and the whole team was left to escape, such an experience brings people not only fear, but also boundless hatred.

Although he couldn't think of revenge, there were some fantasies in his heart - maybe these crazy people who were not afraid of death... How many orcs can you really kill?

If they all died heroically, should they go back and tell others about their deeds?

After struggling with his heart for a long time, Hank finally gritted his teeth and decided: even if he was called a coward, he must spread the story of the "heroic sacrifice" of these scouts to all corners of the kingdom.

Even if he admits that he is a coward, he has to do it.

After making this decision, he was still a little excited about this wish, but after thinking about it in the grass for more than two hours, he couldn't help but raise his head, only to find that the camp in the distance was still quiet, as if the sneak attack had not yet begun.

These guys... It's not like throwing yourself here and slipping away, is it?

Glancing over the campfire in front of the orc camp, he saw the frightened wolves - he shrank his head in fright and held his breath involuntarily. It took a long time before he had the courage to look up again, and just when he wondered what tactics the guy named Roddy had arranged, the captain walked indifferently in his field of vision.

He- he just walked over?

In the distance, a staggering orc was chopping meat in front of the wolf, and the Captain Roddy walked straight in front of him, and... Something was said.

Hank was shocked by this scene - he was dumbfounded, and the first thought that came to his mind was, "Could it be that these scouts are in collusion with the orcs?"

Before the second thought could appear, the distant sword light cut off all his thoughts.

The next scene made Hank completely dumbfounded - Roddy bent down and began to drag away the corpses of the orcs, and began to break the corpses to feed the wolves one by one, calmly leading the wolves into the distance...

After less than a minute, Hank finally couldn't bear the impact of the scene in front of him, and vomited "wow", but then covered his mouth fiercely. He closed his eyes and tried not to recall what he had just seen, but the silhouette wielding the scimitar was permanently rooted in his mind like an imprint.

It's horrible, it's not fucking human...

His stomach was churning, and when he recovered, Hank felt like he was running out of strength to stand up. When he looked up again, he saw Captain Narodi walking back to the camp.

As the wolf left, it seemed that three orcs patrolling in the distance noticed something unusual, and at this time they were poking their necks into the darkness, looking for the wolves that had been lured away by Roddy—and Roddy, who had not gone far here, stopped at this time.

Immediately, he removed the horned bow from his back and drew one of the arrows from his quiver.

Hank had expected to see Roddy shoot the other party directly in the next moment, but who would have thought that the scout captain would tear open his throat and yell a strange word into the distance - it sounded like the language of those orcs.

The three people in the distance actually stopped, and then walked towards Roddy while responding to something, and seemed to regard Roddy as their companion.

Hank swallowed, he saw that Captain Roddy was just standing there waiting for the other party to come, as if he was not afraid of the other party finding out - that is, when the distance between the two sides was less than thirty meters, Roddy's arm carrying the arrow suddenly moved.

Hank, who was lying in the grass, could not hear the bowstring, he could only see Roddy's arm pull the bowstring three times, and when he turned his gaze to the other side, the three orcs fell to their knees almost simultaneously with their throats in their hands, and then fell to the ground.

This scene happened silently, and everything in front of me was almost mime. Hank rubbed his eyes vigorously, all that seemed to him was that it was all too illusory dream, and that he had never woken up.

In his eyes, the still indifferent figure walked up to the orc's corpse, bending down and pulling the arrow out of the other's throat.

Hank breathed heavily, trying to tug at his cheeks, only to find that there was no effect at all except the pain that made him more conscious... So he began to convince himself to be calm - the guy in the distance might really be a skilled scout captain, and he must hide his body and cooperate with his teammates...

As soon as such an idea came to him, he saw a hundred meters away, after Roddy walked straight into the center of the camp, bent down in front of the campfire to pick up firewood and throw it out to set the tent on fire...

"Crazy... It's insane..."

Hank felt like he had been punched, and he felt like his whole face was cramping, because he found out that until now... I and Ben have never guessed the captain's intentions even once.

It took more than a dozen seconds for the shouts to be heard in the camp, and some orcs spotted the fire and rushed out of the tent screaming—and just as he lifted the curtain, an arrow pierced his head without warning...

The stunned expression didn't have time to appear, and the body that was still rushing forward ran out for a few steps and fell directly to the ground, and after a few convulsions, there was no movement.

Roddy stood by the campfire in such a bright position, holding the horned bow in his hand, and when there was a person in the tent, he shot an arrow directly, his posture was too leisurely... Hank, who was witnessing everything from afar, never imagined that someone could still be calm in such a situation!

If it weren't for the orcs being knocked down in various positions, Hank would have thought that Roddy was standing on the school ground practicing target shooting!

The shouts were extremely panicked, the orcs didn't understand what was going on, the five orcs who reacted first were all killed directly as soon as they walked out of the camp, and the remaining orcs watched their comrades fall with arrows stuck in their heads, only to find out after a while that the initiator was actually standing by the campfire!

More and more orcs appeared from the tent, and Roddy's shaking right arm was about to become a phantom, Hank nervously accepted the unbelievable scene in front of him, and his only thought was: "Is this guy going to slaughter the entire camp by himself?"

Naturally, such an idea is unrealistic.

The orcs finally reacted, screaming and surrounding Roddy. Of the original thirty-three orcs, eight of them had been directly shot by Roddy at this time, and when he saw the enemies who had given up on fighting the fire and rushed towards him, the scout captain raised his horn bow sharply, shot a chirp arrow into the sky, and then threw away the horn bow casually.

"You're going to die if you work hard..."

As a bystander, Hank could naturally see Roddy's situation clearly, and the orcs who surrounded him from front to back, left and right had already surrounded Roddy, and it looked like he was about to drown him - but in the blink of an eye, Hank's vision suddenly lost all traces of the captain!

Roddy is gone.

And just as Hank opened his mouth wide in astonishment, looking into the distance and not knowing what to say, suddenly the sound of horses' hooves came... At this moment, he stepped through the dark curtain of the night and suddenly rushed out of the shadows!

When Xhosa was woken up by the noise outside the tent, the dizziness caused by drinking wine had not subsided.

His mind was foggy, and he opened his eyes and stared for three or four seconds before he gradually remembered that the place he was in now was not the tribal territory of Rohar's hammer, but the border of the Karen Kingdom.

When this fact was confirmed in his mind, the voice outside the camp became harsh - although I don't know what time it was, it was obviously abnormal for such a noise to appear.

Could it be that someone sneaked up on it?

Thinking of such a possibility for the first time, Xhosa felt an inexplicable pain in the wound on his back. More than a month ago, the scene of his outpost being attacked by humans came to mind, and that foreboding suddenly made him inexplicably vigilant.

With a swift move of picking up the scimitar, Xhosa rushed out of the tent with bated breath, and in the darkness of the night, the shadowy subordinates were waving their weapons and rushing towards the campfire, and there were seven or eight corpses on the ground-Xhosa was in a pang and yelled, "What's the matter?"

But the response was a sudden sound of horses' hooves from the other side of the camp.

His heart seemed to stop for a moment, and when he realized what it meant, the remaining pleasure and courage in his mind vanished in an instant with the fear that had risen.

"There's an enemy! It's cavalry! Get out of the way!"

He shouted a warning to his men in front of the campfire, but the horse came too fast, and in the darkness, Xhosa, who had very poor eyesight, only felt that the horse appeared side by side as if it appeared from the void, and when the dozen orcs in front of the campfire turned their heads one by one, pushing each other to dodge, the swift knights had already rushed in front of him.

"Damn..."

Xhosa was standing next to the tent, and he was completely in a bystander position at this time, but from this angle, he could see more clearly how the once proud subordinate was crushed by humans...

On the one hand, there are one out of ten or one hundred human knights in the tribe, and on the other hand, there are only seven or eight human knights, which sound like they are quite strong, but when the other party charges by on horseback unsuspectingly in the dark, Xhosa sadly finds that his blind subordinates are completely like wheat straw under a sickle... There is no resistance.