The third wave, the fourth wave...... The cavalry persistently repeated the attack until the blood flowed from the thick arms of the orcs. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Ryktar, I can't keep holding on. Maghan said, his arm spasming so often that he could no longer handle the tomahawk. The situation of the Shattered Orcs was mostly the same as that of Maghan, and the successive hard shaking of the cavalry's spears caused immeasurable wounds to their arms, and if they were not healed quickly, they would probably have to face amputation.

Ryktar squinted at the human cavalry, fearlessly charging at their cost, and the dwindling numbers made it impossible for them to even form in a neat formation. The corpses of humans and horses were piled up between the cavalry and Ryktar, forming the greatest barrier to the cavalry's charge.

"One last wave. Ryktar commanded firmly, "The blizzard is coming, and humanity will have to rush past us if they want to retreat." Take the opportunity to kill one by one, and when you're done, fence off the tent with their corpses. - Zug! Don't be busy chopping people to death! Come and help, hurry up and get into the tent!"

Zug, who had plunged into the pile of dead people, was already red-eyed at the moment, and his two sharp axes slashed left and right, chopping the cavalry that had been overturned by Ryktar and the others. Hearing Ryktar's call, he straightened up and raised his body red from enemy blood to the sky, and the bone slag stuck to the axe with blood crackling and falling on the bloody corpse.

The human warhorses neighed and their hooves kicked anxiously, trying to retreat. The cavalry also seemed to be intimidated by the fighting power of the orcs, tightened their reins and stood on the ground looking at each other, at a loss. As Ryktar said, it didn't take long for the blizzard to kick the cavalry in the ass. They finally retreated, but instead of rushing to Ryktar's tent, they turned their horses and disappeared into the white wind.

"Fence the tent with their corpses!Quick!Maghan, bring a few men to help Zug carry the wounded inside!" Rektar quickly recovered from his shock at the behavior of the human cavalry, and gave the order without hesitation. The Shatterbladed Orcs immediately got busy and finally got into the tent before the ice stone hit them.

The cramped tent was crowded with twice as many orcs as the Shatterblade Clan, and Ryktar had to have the people blow out the small torches for lighting for safety. Shaqil, who knew a thing or two about bandaging, took advantage of the glimmer of light from outside the tent to treat the wounds of the wounded, while her child was held in Maghan's arms, crying endlessly, and the noisy moans of the wounded almost drowned out the roar of the blizzard outside the tent.

"Let me take care of him. Busy and anxious, Rectal stretched out his hand to take Shakiel's child, but Maghan did not hand over the little one to him.

"I know you can't rest assured, but you have more important things to do, don't you?" Maghan explained.

"Indeed, heir to the thorns. Zug leaned over to Ryktar and said, the smell of blood on his body as if he had just taken a bath in a pool of blood - of course, he behaved on the battlefield as well. "I am deeply saddened to hear of the death of Logosh, a great warrior who will be rewarded by the gods of war. Condolences, my friend. Zug continued, thumping his left chest twice.

Ryktar did the same and whispered, "You're always welcome in my tent, friend from Thorn Ridge. But please forgive me for having ...... now"