In the field of vision, the wolf cavalry wielding a throwing net in his hand suddenly disappeared.

Sarota's expression was stunned for a moment, and he even suspected that he was hallucinating, because the team was scattered at this time, and the distance between them was more than four or five meters, so the gap that appeared after the orc's sudden disappearance was especially obvious.

What about people?

Sarota felt as if she had encountered several unbelievable things in a row today, and she couldn't help but be a little stunned.

And while he was thinking about it, there was another wolf cavalry not far from his side, and he fell to the ground - no arrows, no attack, and after looking closely, the corners of Sarota's mouth twitched and realized that this tribal warrior had completely fallen into the puddle more than half a meter deep because of the wolf's foot in the air!

Puddle...?

A certain light suddenly crossed his mind, and he suddenly looked up, and suddenly understood the reason in his heart - his team was unknowingly led into the swamp area by those humans!

The swamp area is slightly different from the grassland, and the most important thing is that there are all kinds of traps that are difficult to detect - after continuous heavy rains, it is covered with ash pits of different depths, some are only more than ten centimeters deep, some are more than a meter or even several meters, and there are even ponds more than ten meters deep!

Such an area is extremely dangerous for orcs, because no one can react to the depth of the seemingly small puddle in front of them during the high-speed running. If you can't avoid stepping in, if you're lucky, you might be able to pass through it directly, but if you're unlucky, that's what happened to those orcs just now.

After thinking about this, Sarota immediately understood the cunning intentions of these humans.

"Gather the team! Follow them!"

Looking at the skilful posture of the humans weaving through these puddles in a long line, Sarota did not understand how they had found a way to walk quickly, but she immediately made the only appropriate response.

It's just that the inevitable things are still happening... Because the team had been so scattered before, by the time the wolf cavalry team that was trying to regroup at this time finally carried out Salrota's order, more than fifteen people had fallen into this puddle in various postures and completely separated from the group.

It was supposed to be the result of directly chasing the other party and hacking him to death, but at this time, it turned out to be a bit of a mess - Sarota became a little anxious, because he knew that the effect of the "Bloodthirsty Technique" was only about twenty seconds left, but the current speed of the team was slightly slowed down due to the crowding... What made Sarota even more unbearable was that the human in front of him with a short bow seemed to sense the flaw that they could not fight back, and turned around and shot an arrow, directly through the chest of the orc who rushed to the front!

The wolf cavalry, who didn't have time to dodge, was directly knocked backwards by the huge force of the horn bow, and at the same time fell to the ground, he was directly trampled into meat sauce by the wolf that followed closely!

And in order to dodge him, several wolf cavalry at the same time fell into an unrecognizable puddle next to them because they deviated from this line, and fell into a daze.

It's messed up, it's completely messed up.

I can't catch up, I can't scatter, I can't fight... Sarota was first annoyed in his heart, and then a chill arose for no reason, and he realized that he seemed to have been calculated by the other party from beginning to end - just chasing, more than seventy wolf cavalry had lost more than twenty people by this time, and the human behind the palace was still shooting arrows, almost killing arrows!

In such a situation, because she didn't have the skill of long-range attack, Sarota only felt a heartfelt sense of powerlessness.

However, what he didn't expect was even more unexpected, just as the team was getting closer, the human team in front of him suddenly began to turn to the left, because the team was long and narrow, and the orcs chasing behind immediately sensed their intentions, and they all made a gesture of preparing to turn left.

But just as they were leaning sideways, ready to let the wolf twist to the left, the guy at the back of the scout line suddenly broke away from the group alone, and suddenly ran to the right in the opposite direction!

Seeing this scene, Sarota immediately understood that the other party was deliberately creating a multiple-choice question to make herself hesitate, and secretly scolded the other party for being cunning in her heart, but she was not ambiguous, and immediately made a decision-

"Don't look back when you rush over, follow me and kill the guy who shoots the arrow!"

With about ten seconds left in the Bloodlust Technique, Sarota couldn't believe that his troops could do anything with these guys who didn't even have weapons!

His prestige and dominance were now evident, and the wolf cavalry immediately carried out his order—the forty or so wolf cavalry who had already chased in front continued to chase the human scouts, while Roddy followed Salrota and the eight remaining orcs.

It was as if a rushing stream of water was suddenly divided into two streams, one was twenty-nine scouts and more than forty wolf cavalrymen, and the other was Roddy and Sarota and eight orcs behind him...

"It's about to begin..."

Sodrore, who had rushed to the front, turned his head and whispered, he saw Roddy's figure in the distance gradually disappear into the mist that rose from the depths of the swamp, and his mind was thinking about the knowledge that Roddy had just taught him in the morning and the route he had memorized to death—he knew very well that it was almost entirely up to him how to deal with the forty-odd wolf cavalry behind him.

The sound of the horses wheezing from the long run echoed all around, and the faces of the soldiers were tense, although they understood that this was a plan made in advance, but the apprehension in their hearts was unavoidable.

"Keep up!

Sodrore's reminder made them look seriously ahead—speaking of which, most of the soldiers had nothing else in front of them, only the backs of their teammates in front of them constantly swaying up and down, but the dull sound of wolves running behind them made them not forget that this was a cruel battle between life and death.

At this time, no one dared to look around, the whole team seemed to be condensed into one at this time, speeding through the swamp full of traps, the leader Sodrol constantly adjusted the direction, looking at the waterholes in front of him that could not see the law at all, desperately recalled the words that Roddy had said in the morning, and gave orders loudly: "Turn left!

Twenty-nine scouts stared at the backs of their companions in front of them, and began to turn again like snakes in a swamp.

And within a few seconds, the wolf cavalry, which had almost caught up with the scouts, suddenly began to slow down drastically - the side effects of the "bloodthirsty technique" after it disappeared finally began to show at this time!

"Go on! Don't stop - don't look back!"

Listening to the footsteps of the wolf behind him gradually become smaller, although Sodrol finally breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, he did not let down any vigilance, he loudly commanded the team to shuttle through such a narrow road, and gradually shook off the orcs behind him...

Despite this, the wolf cavalry in the rear did not give up, because they understood. In the case of such terrain restrictions, taking risks in front of humans only needs a "small" mistake, which will definitely cause serious consequences of losing the whole game!

Now all I have to do is to stay behind these humans and wait for the "reap the profits" - the wolf cavalry don't believe it... In such a big swamp, the other party can not make a single mistake!

That's something that an orc who has lived in the steppe all his life can't do.

But I was looking forward to it in my heart, but the expected situation never happened, and the human beings in front of me kept turning left, right, left, and right, and there was no pattern to follow at all - and the wolf cavalry, in order not to fall into the inexplicable puddle, was still carefully following the trajectory of the war horse at first and running back and forth, but because of the slowdown, they could only watch the scout team that was originally close at hand gradually distance themselves from them.

When the distance was widened, the ground that was originally filled with water began to be difficult to make out the traces of the horse's hooves in the eyes of the wolf cavalry, and the trajectory of the following began to become blurred - and what made them even more devastated was that when the distance between the two sides was nearly 100 meters widened again, the wolf cavalry who rushed to the front found that the swampy road in front of them was suddenly completely unrecognizable because of the appearance of a large shallow beach!

"Suffer!"

As soon as the wolf cavalry who rushed to the front had this thought, the wolf under him stepped into the air, and the whole person plunged into the puddle in front of him, which seemed to be indistinguishable, but was actually more than a meter deep!

Immediately, the sound of "crackling" sounded one after another, and the wolf cavalry almost planted most of them in this quagmire like a small pond because they took the wrong road, and then the wolf cavalry who dodged wanted to slow down, but they inevitably entered this swamp where the way out was, and the wolf's paws inevitably fell into the mud.

In the end, only sixteen wolf cavalrymen were lucky enough to stop on the still solid mud and sand, and when they looked around, they realized that the remaining twenty-four teammates had all fallen into the waterhole, one by one trapped in the mud and sand, unable to move.

An orc jumped off his mount and tried to pull the wolf out, only to find that his legs were also trapped in the mud.

An orc desperately crawled out of a puddle, perhaps because there were few ponds or water sources in the orc kingdom, and most of them couldn't swim, even if it was a waist-deep puddle, they also had an inexplicable sense of fear. Fortunately, the natural giant helped a lot, and after desperately pulling with a scimitar for a long time, he finally found a shoal, and the orc, who had drunk several mouthfuls of swamp stinky water, was just about to get up with his strength, but his face changed suddenly.

"There's something down there! What is this—what the hell is this!?"

He kicked his legs as hard as he could, but his body could not move the shallows that were close at hand, and his shouts were filled with undisguised panic and fear, which then turned into screams of pain.

"Damn! What is this? ”

He desperately swung the scimitar in his hand and slashed under him, but there was nothing in the muddy water that made him so frightened, and just as an orc next to him got out of the mire, crawled over and stretched out his hand to him, the guy who was constantly struggling suddenly screamed in pain, and then his whole body was dragged into the water without warning!

The gurgling bubbles bubbled, and the orc next to him froze in place, his outstretched palm hanging in the air, but he could no longer find the figure of the companion just now.

"What the hell is going on—"

Not far away, an orc with his legs stuck in the mud wanted to speak, but his body suddenly trembled, and then he fell in horror into a puddle that was not deep, and was dragged down with a strange scream.

The six orcs standing there were already dumbfounded, and they tried to help, only to find that one after another comrades were dragged alive by unknown monsters under the water, and even those wolves who didn't have time to escape were not spared!

In less than a minute, more than twenty orcs struggling in this pool were nowhere to be found, and only sixteen orcs standing in place looked around in vain, so frightened that they didn't even dare to move.

"How. What to do?"

One of the orcs stared stiffly at the bloodless swamp around him, and the fear in his heart was so extreme that his legs trembled slightly.

"The way it is. We're going back the way we came—"

Before they could finish speaking, the sound of horses' hooves interrupted their conversation abruptly, and in the distance, they seemed to hear a human shouting - when they looked up, they saw a dense mass of arrows.