Asa ran out of camp after captain Saunders. Although Sanders was wearing steel armor, he was actually moving faster than he was wearing light clothes. The other soldiers, who were awakened by the whistle, also hurriedly picked up their weapons and ran after them.

Everything was clearly visible in the clear moonlight. Several figures of varying heights stood silently at the intersection outside the camp, and the soft moonlight could not temper the ominous aura of the weapons in their hands.

The tallest of them all, the Ogre. Even among its kind, the body was very large, twice as tall and five times as thick as the average human. Wrapped from head to toe in specially made iron armor, he carried two maces in each hand, one large and one small, that matched his body. The moonlight reflected sharply on his armor and weapon.

Next to it are two werewolves. In order not to hinder their high agility and speed, they only wore a set of hard leather armor to protect the vital points, and the meteor hammer in their hands was not as large and terrifying as the weapon in the ogre's hand, but it was still enough to shatter any armor. There were also three lizardmen, their armor the same as that of werewolves, and their hands were holding large knives that were the length of a man. The two orcs on the far side each carry an extra-large crossbow.

In the midst of this group of murderous orcs, there was a very thin and small figure, with neither armor nor weapons, but a cloak that hid the race and countenance.

Sanders' face was whiter than paper in the moonlight. He had no idea that the situation would be so bad.

A little over a month ago, he received an order from the head of the Holy Knights to secretly lead a group of soldiers to the western wasteland to scout for the unusual behavior of the orc tribe. For more than ten years, the Western forces have continued to wipe out orcs of various races, and almost all the orc tribes in the western wasteland have been driven out to the brink. So although he was told to be careful, he only thought that he would encounter some sporadic attacks.

Orcs don't know how to smelt and forge. Whether it is a production tool or a weapon, most of them are simple stone tools. So even if they are far superior in physical strength and combat effectiveness to humans, they are vulnerable in the face of well-equipped armies.

The orc races never interact with each other. These primitive and obscurantist sub-humans refuse to even come into contact with any other civilization at all, and simply cling to their own unique way of life and beliefs that have been passed down for generations. Tribe-by-tribe land quietly waiting to be razed to the ground by the iron hooves of the human army.

Now this common sense has been shattered by the facts in front of us, and it will be a shatter with a strong smell of blood. The well-armed orc hybrid in front of him wasn't just here to show them.

It was the top of a barren hill surrounded by cliffs, and Sanders chose to camp here because of the great view and the ease of defending and attacking. Even if the orcs want to sneak attack at night, they can defend it well, there is only a single intersection here, and if you defend it well, you can prevent any orcs from coming up.

Of course, as long as you stand at this intersection, no one will be able to escape.

The cloaked figure in the middle of the orcs suddenly moved, and seemed to nod his head, giving a soft sigh of gratitude.

It's a very standard human pronunciation, relaxed and casual, like a note of approval over a cup of tea in the sun and listening to a friend's small talk.

The ogre next to him seemed to be activated by this soft voice, and it was like a fierce beast tied to its head and neck, and now the restraint was suddenly loosened by a light touch, and immediately let out an earth-shattering roar and rushed towards the crowd. The huge body and heavy armor of the body, each step made the ground tremble slightly, and all the soldiers showed a look of horror.

As soon as he saw those orcs just now, Asa thought about how to escape. He knew the situation very well, and since these orcs were calm enough to quietly touch the mountain to guard the crossing, they were absolutely sure that they would slaughter more than a hundred of them. And he knew better what it meant to be an ogre in heavy armor and wielding that heavy weapon. Generally speaking, just one ordinary ogre is enough for twenty or so fully armed soldiers.

The cliffs are high, even with the Dono's River below, high enough to make you smash into a patty on the rocks underneath. But Asa knew that there was a tree in the middle of the cliff behind him, and he tried to water the branches on it with urine when he urinated. He knew the position of the tree on the cliff and the thickness of its branches, enough to slow the momentum of the fall to a safe point.

Seeing the ogre rushing towards him, he was about to turn around and run, when he noticed a figure suddenly flashing out next to him. It was Sanders, sword and shield, who rushed towards the ogre by himself.

The army is discouraged, and he wants to use his own strength to deal with the ogres to restore morale.

The figures staggered, as if the mountain itself was making loud noises and tremors, and the ogre's hammer blow that could have beaten ten cows to pieces only hit the ground. Sanders' contact with the ogre was so fast that the soldiers couldn't see what was going on. After a metal crash, the ogre fell on his back with a thud, and Sanders flew backwards, volleyed a beautiful backflip, and landed steadily back in front of the formation, waving the long sword in his hand, chanting a spell in his mouth, the long sword slowly emitted a burst of blue-white fluorescence, mighty like a warrior jumping out of an epic mythology. Hundreds of soldiers woke up from their terror and let out a deafening shout of excitement in unison.

Asa didn't scream, only he could see clearly that the ogre had fallen on his own.

The moment the two staggered, Sanders dodged the hammer blow with astonishing agility, jumped onto the ogre's shoulder, and thrust his sword into the gap between the eyes in the helmet. At the same time, the ogre fell on his back, swinging the hammer in his other hand. Sanders' steel shield in his left hand blocked the hammer blow and flew backwards with force, but the tip of the sword was only a little short of piercing the ogre's eyes.

With a 'dang' sound, Sanders dropped the small steel shield in his left hand. The steel shield, an inch thick, was completely deformed, and even the curved shield, designed to resist heavy weapons like hammers, was useless under that power and weapon.

By the light of the moon, Asa could see that several fingers of Sanders' left hand that had just held the shield had been completely deformed, and he couldn't really see that they were still fingers.

Sanders plunged his sword into the ground, his right hand gripped his twisted fingers back into shape one by one, his hand glowing with a restoring magic. There was a crackling sound between his fingers, and the cold sweat of the bean was leaching at the corners of his forehead, and his expression did not fluctuate in the slightest, and his eyes were coldly staring at the ogre that was crawling up in front of him.

Seeing Saunders' face as calm as a sculpture, a scorching fighting spirit quickly spread from somewhere in his body, Asa clenched the knife in his hand. He suddenly didn't want to run away.

Sanders removes his steel armor. Armor doesn't mean anything anymore, only agility and speed are the only ways to win. Clenching the long sword that had been infused with the spirit blade with both hands, as long as he found the right opportunity, he didn't have to pick the weak point of the armor, and he also had the confidence to be able to penetrate it, and turned around and shouted, "Give me blessings." The two priests caught in the crowd began chanting incantations, a misty white light resonating over them and Sanders.

The two orcs suddenly jumped on the shoulders of the werewolf next to them and pulled their crossbows at the two priests who were targeted.

A priest's head burst open like an egg, blood and brains splattering all around. The soldiers behind him fell to the ground without snorting, blood gushing out of the fist-sized hole in his chest.

Next to the other priest, an experienced warrior, duly raised the wooden shield in his hand to block the priest, and the broken hand and the fragments of the wooden shield embedded in the priest's face along with the spiked iron ball. The warrior let out a wail and fell down with the priest in his arms in a strange position.

Sanders lunged at the ogre, knowing he had to take out the most lethal of behemoths as quickly as possible, at least before the two orcs could reload the two crossbows.

The figure under the cloak said a few words, and all the orcs except the two half-orcs immediately rushed towards the crowd. One of the werewolves confronted Sanders, who was charging towards the ogre.

A distance of tens of meters, under the lizardmen's amazing explosive power, it seemed that it was only within reach. Almost as soon as the soldiers began to notice the orcs' movements, the three lizardmen had already rushed in front of them.

The soldiers at the front were as fragile as straw under the long knives of the lizardmen, and four or five fell with a single slash. The lizardman's prostrate attack posture was slashing at the abdomen, and with a wave of the blade of a person-long knife, the blood and internal organs of several people gushed out. The werewolf who followed up sent at least two soldiers flying with each attack, and they were smashed into flesh by the massive meteor hammer.

Asa took the attack of a lizardman alone. He rushed forward against the blade, such a long weapon had too much killing range, and it was better to dodge than attack. Lizardmen are only slightly more powerful than humans.

As soon as the weapon grows, the weight will be heavy, and the swing trajectory will be obvious. Asa's first knife was placed near the handle of the opponent's difficult sword, and sparks flew everywhere. The second knife forced the lizardman to return to the knife to resist it, and when the fourth knife came, the lizardman had to drop the big knife and draw the small axe at his waist to parry, and at the same time jump backwards.

Asa returned the knife, full of fighting spirit, and shouted: "Come with two people." You can win. ”

All that was answered was the screams of scramble.