There are also people in the camp who are fighting back with bows and arrows, but it can be seen from the sparse arrows that there is a gap between the number of archers on the Norman side and the archers on the other side, and the accuracy is even worse, most of them are shot in the air, and the effect of a few arrows that are lucky to hit the other side is not significant: I don't know if it is because the physical strength of these orcs is high, or because the archers on Norman's side are not strong, and the few arrows shot can't pose much threat to the other party, most of them just stick to the other party, and the blood doesn't flow much, let alone make the other party lose the ability to fight。

On the contrary, the opponent's archers saw that they could not take advantage of the shield wall erected on the Norman side, so they changed their archery technique, from the previous direct shot to the throwing *** degree, although the degree of throwing was greatly reduced, but after many arrows, they still shot the two slaves behind the shield wall.

But that's all there is to it.

Norman suddenly rose in front of them a thin pale yellow curtain of light, enveloping them in a semicircle, and the arrows shot in the darkness were like headless flies after hitting the light curtain, and they lost their strength to move forward and fell to the ground, and the light curtain was only slightly shaken when it was shot by these arrows.

Level 2 spells, protective arrows.

Norman recognized the spell at a glance.

He looked back and saw three men standing behind them, between the slave colony and the camp, two of them standing outside, with their shields erected to protect the third man tightly, and only half of his head peeking out from between the two shields for observation.

This should be the most mysterious mage in the team, and from the spell that the other party chose to release in the face of this situation, Norman basically confirmed his previous judgment - this should be just a black-robed mage.

Although the opponent's arrow advantage was negated, in such a burst of fire, the orcs who ran out of the darkness were already about to rush in front of them.

The cautious Don had laid out the protective measures as early as the previous day, as he had set up the camp, and the ground was rough and difficult, with many obstacles and many traps on it. But for these orcs, this doesn't seem to be much of an obstacle.

The deep trenches they often crossed over with a big jump, and the big logs that blocked the way were only a force for them to shake off, and one of them, who looked like a human being but was covered with patterns all over his body, had the greatest strength, more than the beasts with all kinds of heads, but the sharp spikes laid on the ground were the most lethal to them, and those who stepped on them screamed in pain, and their steps stopped for a while.

However, Norman and the others are not going to fight this time, and the ordnance is not well prepared after all, and it is not easy to lay so many roadblocks. The orcs had big feet, and after stepping on some and kicking some away, there were not many spikes left on the ground, and the remaining orcs rushed over with shouts and killings unimpeded, and approached.

Ping Pong

There was a loud sound, the sound of the close orcs banging on their shields.

The ones in their hands are not weapons at all, just the dung fork barely touches the weapon, and it is not comparable to the armament on Tang En's side at all, but it can't stand the strength of these orcs, even a wooden stick can exert the effect of a divine weapon, smashing these warriors with shields almost can't withstand it. Among them, the burly human beings in the opposing team who were covered with patterns were the most powerful, and one of them was holding a big stone that looked funny, and under the wave of the huge force, he actually smashed the shield in the hand of a warrior in front of him in two strokes, and smashed a gap.

This race, the Normans, had seen it in the reincarnation of Atremisia's back, and later learned that it was a barbarian, known for their great strength. Although there is also a human in the name, and the appearance is no different from that of a human, it is actually a different race from a human in the general sense.

Those orcs smashed the shield wall, and the warriors behind the shield wall were not idle, and they all stabbed out of the gaps in the shield wall with various weapons.

The archers on Norman's side are not good, these warriors are quite reliable, coupled with the advantage of weapons, but also caused a lot of damage to these sudden orcs, several orcs were injured in this aggrieved situation that they could only be beaten and could not fight back for the time being, and there were many more wounds on their bodies, and they began to bleed.

They were fighting here, but all the slaves in this area were still able to move around, but they all rushed to the rear and frantically evacuated, and their mouths kept screaming, and their expressions were all panicked and frightened - they had slept well, but a group of strange-looking and terrifying-looking monsters rushed out at night, can you not be frightened?

Norman didn't move.

He was looking at the ground around him.

Two of the slaves who had been hit by the first arrow were struggling in agony on the ground, the arrows were very accurate and powerful, piercing their chests with precision, causing their blood to flow to the ground, but they did not bother to mourn the pain, and their hands and feet were ready to crawl backwards, their eyes full of longing for life.

Richie, who was in a coma, didn't know when he woke up, and struggled to get up, but under the weakness of the sick body, he had no strength to stand, and could only crawl backwards like a dog.

The surrounding fire was blazing, the yellow light was light, and the blood on the ground gradually flowed, and the smell of blood gradually diffused.

Faintly, he seemed to be back to Arica that day.

Rumble!

With a loud bang, a corner of the shield wall was blasted open, and the barbarian holding the stone rushed in.

The warriors around the place immediately surrounded him, and the shadows of their swords lit up, trying to cut him into meat sauce.

The barbarian, though thick-skinned, was not stupid enough to use his body to fend off these sharp weapons. He held up the large stone in his hand and swung it around, and the swords of the warriors could not penetrate it except to bring up some stone chips.

The barbarian rushed in as he swung it, and the orcs behind him followed suit, and a corner of the shield wall battle array had festered.

Seeing that the barbarian was about to destroy this thousand-mile embankment in the anthill, Don didn't know when he had already met it.

Under the flickering light of his sword, the barbarian screamed, and the boulder in his hand could no longer hold onto it, and fell directly to the ground, drawing a crooked curve with the inertia of the wave just now, and smashing it on something.

"Ahh

Norman was looking there, so he could see clearly: Richie was too weak and too slow to climb, and the stone that the savage was holding fell right on him, who was struggling to crawl backwards, and crushed him to the ground.

The stone was so big, the size of half a man in Richie, that the stone was pressed down and smashed on Rich's back, and Richie was like a squished toad, stretching his hands back and forth, and let out an earth-shattering scream from his mouth, and before he could finish his shout, countless blood spurted out of his mouth.

Under this smash, his torso had been flattened, and only his limbs and head were still full. The blood must have been poured out of his body by a boulder.

"Kill!"

Don roared angrily and swung his sword at the barbarian, extremely fast.

The barbarian had no weapons, and seeing that he couldn't parry, a dung fork suddenly reached out to the side, slapping Donn's sword directly away from its original direction, and finally only leaving a bloody mark under the barbarian's armpit.

The one who took the dung fork was a rat-headed man, who looked even stronger and burly than those tiger-headed orcs and wolf-headed orcs, covered with black hair, and a tail as hard as a whip behind him was even thicker, very sensitive little by little on the ground, with his feet, so that this rat-headed man's movements were extremely agile.

Several orcs rushed in from the corner of the smashed shield wall and attacked the warriors behind the shield wall. Under this internal and external attack, the shield wall finally could no longer withstand it, and completely collapsed, and the orcs behind rushed into the crowd and fought with these warriors.

But just before they burst into the crowd, a faint white light rose from beneath their feet, making their movements seem to slow down.

If Norman had seen it, he would have known what it was.

Second-level spell, spider web.

But Norman didn't see it, he just kept looking at Richie, and the focus of his gaze was very wandering, as if he had seen thousands of miles through Richie.

He had seen a lot of such tragic deaths in Arica, and it was all caused by his own hands.

He thought his spell would at least give those people a good time, but that was what he thought after all. He wasn't one of those people, so he didn't know if they didn't feel it when they died at his hands or if it was very painful.

"Kill!"

"Ahh

"Bastard!"

......

The shouts of murder and foul language echoed in Norman's ears, finally pulling him back into the real world.

The attacking orcs and barbarians had already mingled with the warriors and knights, blood splattering, and from time to time someone fell.

A soldier in front of Norman on the left accidentally got a wooden stick in the chest, he was wearing a cuirass, but the rusty cuirass might be able to resist the piercing of a sharp weapon but not the blow of a blunt object, the warrior's chest was obviously deflated, and then the whole person vomited blood and fell backwards, his hands and feet trembling and he could no longer get up.

A slave named Tom, not far from Norman's right, walked slowly, and before he could withdraw to the rear, it was too late. A werewolf pierced his chest with a claw, dripping with blood, and dug out all his internal organs. The vitality in Tom's eyes was quickly cut off, and the gray went down, but it was not a good end, the werewolf directly pulled his body in front of him to block, and a heavy sword slashed at this time, directly from Tom's waist, and the werewolf took advantage of the opponent's heavy sword to sink into Tom's body, rushed forward and dug into the opponent's head with a claw.

The tiger man in front of Norman had a hairy head on his head and was waving a wooden stick in place, without any discipline, and it didn't look like he had been specially trained in combat. At this time, one of the three knights in the team, Knight Goldvery rushed forward with a sword, and after skillfully unloading the opponent's two sticks with his sword, he directly pierced the tiger man's chest with a sword, and pulled it hard, directly pulling the tiger man's body apart, and a large amount of blood and some broken internal organs poured out of the gap.

The tiger man was tenacious, so he didn't die, and after screaming, he fell to the ground and stretched out with difficulty, as if he wanted to stuff his internal organs back, but in vain. His eyes gradually lit up, emitting the last light, and a strange smile appeared on his face, as if he had seen some beautiful scene, but in less than two breaths, the light in his eyes quickly weakened, and finally dimmed, gray, and his hands stopped struggling in vain, and there was no more life.

......

"Why kill each other?"

Norman muttered to himself as he watched the scene unfolding in front of him.

Fortunately, only he heard this sentence, and if those people on the mainland heard it, I am afraid that it would be ridiculous: Norman, who single-handedly caused the Arica tragedy and is known as the Grim Reaper, would say such a thing?

It's as ridiculous as a tiger not eating meat.

But they didn't know that perhaps only such a bloody butcher would know how pointless killing was.

Norman's muttering was not heard, so naturally no one would pay attention to him.

So Norman got up from the ground, looked at the guys in front of him who were fighting everything, and said, "Why don't you sit down and have a cup of tea, eat a bread, and talk about something slowly." ”

His voice this time was louder, enough for the people around him to hear, so that the movements of several people around him were all stunned.

Have a cup of tea?

Eat a loaf of bread?

What the hell! Didn't you see them fighting!

Norman's position is actually quite high, and he was not in a hurry to leave just now, so it can be said that he is in the center of the battle.

At this moment, hearing him make a big statement here, the warriors of the same human race only felt that this guy's brain was bad at most, and the attacking orcs were not so polite, and a turtle man who was close to Norman with *** directly waved a wooden stick and smashed it!

If you have a lot of strength, your speed will naturally be faster. Seeing that the wooden stick was about to fall on Norman's head, Norman's head was smashed into the flower, and a white wooden stick much thinner than this wooden stick was swung over, and after touching it, the turtle man could not hold it, and was beaten out by the white wooden stick!

Norman was taller, taller than the orcs, and a figure not much worse than him was standing beside him, holding a white wooden stick in his hand, none other than Atramicia.

Judging from the weapon, the wooden stick of the turtle man just now was shot by her.