At such a time, there will be no court to administer justice, and no one will stand up to cry out for these dead villagers... To be dead is to be dead, and no lord will go out of his way to fight for this - the massacre of the village may be a major event that Sodrol and others will never forget for a lifetime, but for the ruling class of the kingdom, such news will be completely forgotten after only a few meals.

Those with a little brains will understand that those nobles must have no reason to go into battle.

With such a clear understanding in his mind, Sodrore felt a deep powerlessness in addition to his indignation, but then there was a strong desire to fight the orcs.

Whether the villagers knew it or not, the orc's actions were tantamount to a provocation to humanity - he couldn't help but wonder... If you leave in silence, will you be the next one to be in a different place?

After simply tidying up the battlefield, Sodrol finally decided to lead his soldiers into the depths of the steppe. If you can find those orcs, you might be able to sneak up on them, but if you can't find them, you can just give up. Although such an act may sound reckless, after witnessing the tragic situation in the village of Kerry, no one disputed the decision.

It was only at this time that the hatred of the human race for the alien race could make them burst out with amazing courage in the same hatred - and knowing that the team of Roddy and Nolan Village was working this, Sodrore did not think about the word "avoid war" at all.

Hatred is so simple, you kill it, I kill it, if you can block it, you can block it, if you can't stop it, you die, there is no more possibility, there is no second chance.

The blood flowing in their veins once made the scouts on horseback look forward to a possible battle, but as time passed, when they saw the light of the fire on the horizon, they gradually remembered the fact that what was going to happen now was a completely real, life-and-death battle.

"Prepare for battle!"

Looking at the approaching orange camp in front of him, Sodrol gave a loud order. The sound of the blade unsheathed sounded one after another, and between the noisy hooves of the horses, the fourteen scouts barely formed a cone of charge, because it was dark night, so the distance between them was difficult to grasp, and the speed of the horses was not fast, crooked, like a train that was about to get out of control.

Sodrore struggled to control his speed to make sure everyone could stay in formation and rush to the enemy - he knew it well... The appearance of such a fire on the grassland should be caused by the arson of the temporary camp, combined with Luo Di's previous actions, I am afraid that the two sides have already fought at this time!

I couldn't help but feel a little excited in my heart, no matter how the next battle would happen, the appearance of my fifteenth person on horseback would definitely cause a morale blow to the enemy.

All kinds of associations came to mind for a moment: if Luo Di was at a disadvantage at this time, would he be able to cause a deterrent effect on the enemy after launching a wave of charges?

If Luo Di just led people to run away after lighting the fire, should he follow the traces all the way to catch up?

Sodrore thought a lot, but he didn't think about Roddy's victory over the orcs. Because he didn't believe that a team of fourteen or fifteen people like himself could have any impact on an enemy who was slaughtering an entire village.

"Ready to accelerate!"

When such a voice was shouted, the team had already come to a range of two hundred meters from the camp, although they tried to maintain the integrity of the formation, but after all, the scouts who went to the battlefield for the first time in the dark night were a little nervous, and after the horses rushed to speed, the soldiers on both sides had begun to loosen due to poor equestrian skills, so the whole team rushed forward like a wings that could not be stretched.

Sodrore's eyes narrowed, intently searching for possible enemies, but suddenly appeared in front of him a large area of existence that he did not expect.

Without warning, the wolves gathered appeared at the front of the group.

"It's... What's going on?"

There was no way to process such a message in his mind, only wolves and no orcs, which made Sodrol stunned for a moment, and then instinctively turned the team to the side - because their formation was used to kill orcs, if they crashed directly into the dense wolf pile, not only would it be meaningless, but it could also cause unnecessary casualties.

But with such a sudden change in formation, the little sharp energy that the entire team had just formed suddenly dissipated, and it was obvious that it would not be able to condense more combat power in a short period of time. Although Sodrore understood the consequences, there was nothing he could do, because his men's riding skills were so uneven that they could not be banned.

The scattered scouts walked past the wolf, and one by one they looked nervously at the burning camp, trying to find the enemy, and soon found seven or eight strong figures gathered together with scimitars in their hands...

This is the orc.

The burning light of the camp allowed Sodrore to see everything - the number of orcs, their location, the direction in which they might escape, the combat power they could have, and so on, immediately came to mind, but when he turned his head to go to command, he was a little annoyed to find that... The team behind him was completely scattered, and it was impossible to adjust accordingly.

In desperation, he had to shout "follow me", trying to make up for the shortcomings of the formation with a simple momentum, but before he could rush towards those enemies, he heard a strange sound of horses' hooves not far away.

When I looked to the other side, the small team... He burst out of the darkness and appeared in front of him without warning.

His pupils seemed to dilate at this moment, and Sodrore was completely shocked by what appeared in front of him - tall military horses, neat formations, soldiers in armor and long swords in their hands staring ahead like torches, leaning forward, skilful and powerful slashing...

The invisible morale reached its peak at the moment when the long sword was swung.

There were no shouts, no gibberish slogans, and the fourteen cavalrymen in perfect formation, with that unrivaled momentum, ran straight towards the orcs!

As if a roaring torrent drowned a few delicate grasses, in the shadow of the sword and sword, the orcs flew out upside down, and the corpses were crushed by the war horses, and there was no more sound.

It was happening so fast that after the rumbling sound had passed, Sodrol and the team behind him had advanced less than fifty meters. By this time, the ensign had already truly felt the strength of the team when it charged-to be honest, he had seen many nobles' personal guards, and even led troops in the family to fight small-scale wars, but because of this, he could understand the level of these knights in front of him!

If you compare these soldiers behind you with others, it is completely self-inflicted!

In peacetime, most of the knights only pursued the strength of individual force, and never paid attention to the collective cooperation that could give full play to the power of cavalry. Sodrol had been training hard for a long time in order to make his troops have enough combat effectiveness, but it was obvious that the cooperation of these soldiers was really poor, and the team that wanted to play a "miracle" could not even organize a decent charge...

On the other hand, the team in front of them really directly leveled the enemy with a standard charging formation, and judging from the mess of the battlefield, they have been rushing here for a long time!

This means that after more than three charges, they can still maintain such a neat and sharp formation to harvest all the enemies!

After just a few glances, Sodrore was shocked by the fact that he couldn't breathe.

He gradually stopped, and the cavalry gradually dispersed in the distance, as if they had gone into the darkness to find some fish that had slipped through the net, and in the distance, people could be heard shouting "Good job, guys", "Kill these sons of bitch".

"Card... Carter?"

The voice was vaguely familiar, and Sodrore had a strong memory, and he immediately remembered the guy in Nolan Village who had spent all day chattering with the scouts—but in such a powerful scene, he didn't dare to confirm this fact.

No matter how you think about it, a guy like Carter can't connect with the cold and strong cavalry just now.

As far as the eye could see, there seemed to be no living orcs in this burning camp, and there were all kinds of corpses scattered on the ground, and when he squinted his eyes to look closely, he was extremely surprised to find that none of them were human.

The scouts behind him also gradually stopped, looking around in amazement, they were not like Sodrol who could roughly judge what was going on just by clues, but seeing such a scene, the original uneasy heart suddenly changed from extreme nervousness to extreme amazement.

"Dismount and clear the battlefield. ”

Sodrore sighed, and when the order was given, he turned and jumped off his horse, and he already saw the figure at the campfire in front of the camp. He could not have been mistakenly identified by Roddy's iconic armor and figure, and when his existence was confirmed, Sodrore finally confirmed a fact-

This camp that was supposed to belong to the orcs was really carried by him with a scout party... Killed.

As he walked towards the burning bonfire, the scene in front of him carried an inexplicably powerful impact: the burning camp was blazing in the sky, but the figure sitting in front of the bonfire always sat there quietly, and when he looked closely, he could see that there seemed to be something in front of him, which was burning above the bonfire.

Beside Roddy, the orc corpses were poured in pieces, and those who were far away were basically stuck with arrows stuck in their throats, and those who were close were mostly cut open in the chest or had their heads cut off by scimitars.

The linen bandage was wrapped around Roddy's hands, oozing blood, but other than that, there were no other wounds on his body. The scimitar was placed on the ground on either side of the body, the quiver was leaning crookedly to the side, only one arrow was left in it, and the horned bow was thrown at his feet, and the other party's eyes were looking at the bonfire, slightly distracted.

"Roddy, I-"

"Brought someone here?"

Turning his head, Roddy smiled, and it seemed that his expression had not changed much as usual, but Sodrore felt that in such a situation, seeing such a smile, his heart was a little indescribably awkward.

Thinking of the slaughtered village, he really couldn't respond with a smile, so he could only nod his head in response.

"Have you eaten?"

"Huh?"

Sodrore was stunned, not expecting Roddy to ask such a question.