A fire also appeared in Elendor's eyes. He now finally understood why Ryan was so angry, the orcs' mistreatment of the remains of fellow humans, angering both Ryan and Elendor at the same time.

Elendo's eyes revealed the wildness that usually only occurs after transforming into a wind wolf, his pupils began to contract extremely, his two eyes narrowed into a straight line, and the muscles of his whole body began to contract, at this moment, Allendo was like a beast about to pounce on its prey, and his whole body exuded a chilling murderous intent.

Allendo turned his head and saw Ryan staring at him tightly with his fists clenched, the two just glanced at each other, and immediately understood their companion's thoughts from each other's eyes, and they nodded at each other together, and made up their minds together.

Alendor moved, he turned into a huge wind wolf, instead of the usual long howl, Allendo rushed to the orc's camp as fast as he could, he wanted to use the fastest speed to stop the orcs from sending the signal of the enemy attack. Ryan, on the other hand, stood up and uttered a spell toward the five young orcs.

In a matter of seconds, Ryan completed the spell, and a ball of fire roared out of his hand, heading straight for his target. Before the young orcs were still playing, they were aware of any danger, and a fireball descended on them. With a loud bang, the fireball spell unleashed by Ryan exploded from it, and the magical flames contained in it spread outward with an unstoppable momentum, tearing the young orcs to pieces in an instant.

The loud sound of the fireball exploding also alarmed the old orcs who were busy in the camp, and they all looked to the place where the sound came from, just in time to see the flames rising into the sky. At the same time, Alendor stepped into the camp.

The figure shuttled, and Allendo ran through the orc camp, his sharp claws mercilessly slashing at the orc's vital points, and suddenly blood spurted, and one by one the orcs fell to the ground like rotten wood. One of the oldest orcs saw that the enemy was so powerful that he had no power to fight back, so he quickly bent down and snatched a burning stick from the campfire, not caring that his hand was already burned, and the ninja threw the stick into the pile of wood in the corner of the camp.

As soon as the old orc threw out the burning stick, he felt a sharp pain in his back, and he let out a scream and fell to the ground, but a smile appeared on his face, for he knew that the torch he threw would surely set the pile on fire, and that soon, a large group of his compatriots would come to avenge him.

The young orc who took the head out of the tent was the grandson of the old orc who threw the torch, and although he was too old to avenge his grandson himself, he had to see the signal pass with his own eyes. The old orc craned his neck despite the pain coming from behind him, relieved to see that the torch he had thrown had arced in the air and landed towards his target.

Just as the torch was about to land on the pyre, a large hand burst through the air, and a torch that would churn in mid-air was firmly grasped in his hand. The old orc's heart sank, and he cried out loudly, "No!"

It was Elendor who grabbed the torch, and he grabbed the orc, and then used his speed to catch up with the torch thrown by the orc, shattering the old orc's dream of transmitting the enemy attack.

"Why did you kill my grandson? "Why!" cried out the old orc lying on the ground as if he were suddenly mad, his tone tinged with grief and indignation, an old man's protest after his hopes were completely dashed.

The transformed Elendor didn't pay attention to the old orc's shouts, and besides, he couldn't understand the orc's words, so Elendor threw the torch on the ground and stomped it out with one kick. The old orc saw all this, he was so strong that it was impossible to stand up again, and the only thing he could do at this moment was to lie on the ground and scream, and after a few words, he suddenly cried again, he was grieving for the death of his grandson.

A bright red fireball flew from behind the orc, and a violent explosion swept the old orc inside, and the orc's shouts were immediately covered by the sound of the fireball exploding.

At the gate of the orc camp, Ryan stood there coldly, expressionless and said to the charred orc corpse: "Although I can't understand what you're saying, I can also hear the sadness in your words." Maybe you have relatives among those young orcs, and you are grieving for their deaths, but have you ever thought that those mercenaries who died at your hands also have families and children!"

Alendor slowly turned back into human form, and Ryan looked at his best friend, suddenly feeling a little tired. The two stared wordlessly at the campfire still burning in the middle of the camp, not knowing what to say to each other. Angered by the orcs' mistreatment of their compatriots' remains, Ryan and Allendo attacked desperately. In human warfare, there may be armies that slaughter civilians, and there may be shameless deception and betrayal, but for the dead, they will be buried without exception, and they will never be abused like orcs.

After a moment, Ryan threw the weakness in his heart to his mind, and he said loudly, "War, this is war, damn war, disgusting war. Countless people who should have lived well died in the war, leaving behind their innocent families. Ryan was speaking so loudly, maybe he was saying it to Elendor, maybe he was saying it to his heart, maybe he was telling the orcs who died at his hands.

"Yes, war is ugly, but now it is unavoidable. Elendo's voice rang out, and Ryan interrupted Allendo's words and said loudly: "Actually, we were all wrong just now! This is not a transaction between merchants for profit, nor is it a conflict between countries for territory, nor is it a dispute between nations for faith. It's a war between two different races that have to be fought in order to survive, it's ridiculous that we still have the naivety of not killing civilians, look at these orcs, they don't have any respect for their opponents at all, human remains, to them are just toys. ”

"Yes. Alendor nodded: "These orcs cut off the heads of human mercenaries, most of them are still used to record their exploits, and those young orcs reflect the attitude of the orcs towards humans, you are right, this is already a war between two races, and it is impossible for either side to back down." The orcs are unwilling to return to the North Tarren prairie, and we humans, how can we humans give up the fertile and rich South Tarren prairie?"

"Yes, I admit that there are good people among the orcs, and they will have relatives and friends, and they will have family like us, but they are so cold and ruthless to other races. If we don't kill these orcs today, maybe when they come to the city, we will sacrifice a few more human soldiers for this, maybe in ten years, these young orcs will grow up and become the main force of the next orc attack, maybe in a few decades, there will be their descendants among the main force of the orc army......"

"We will no longer be merciful to our enemies, for that would surely destroy our own countrymen. But we don't mistreat them, whether they are captives or corpses. That's the biggest difference between us humans and savage orcs!" Alendor slowly said his bottom line, which echoed Ryan's thoughts.

"Yes, Ellendo, we ......" Before Ryan finished speaking, he heard Xiaobai's cry sounding not far outside the camp, and Alendor turned his head to look, only to see Xiaobai rushing into the orc camp like a fly. Alendor hugged Xiaobai, who threw himself into his arms, and communicated with it with his unique secret method.

"Due east, about thirty wolf cavalry!" Allendo said the information that Xiaobai had brought.

Ryan was stunned, he didn't expect the enemy to return to the camp to rest at this time, and his mind was racing to think about countermeasures. As soon as the orcs get close to the camp, they will immediately find the corpses of these orcs, and it is impossible to conceal them. At this time, the retreat will definitely be pursued by the grieving orc wolf cavalry, and the foot will not be able to outrun the mount no matter what. For the sake of today, the only way to win is to win in danger.

Ryan came up with a simple plan in an instant, he pointed to the tents in the camp and said, "It's too late to leave, so we'll use them to sneak up on these enemies." ”

Alendor was amazed by Ryan's crazy plan, but he immediately understood all of Ryan's thoughts and immediately agreed to Ryan's proposal. So the two hid in a cowhide tent, quietly waiting for the arrival of the orc wolf cavalry.

After about ten minutes, a group of orc wolf cavalry slowly ran over from a distance, and it was the first time that Ryan had observed them at such close range during the day. Ryan looked through the gap in the tent and saw that the war wolves under the seat of these orc wolf cavalry were much stronger than ordinary wind wolves, almost the size of a young war horse. These wolves were bare, and they didn't have the saddles, stirrups and other equipment commonly used by human cavalry, but these orcs rode on the necks of the wolves, and Ryan didn't know if the tools on the horses were useful to the wolves.

All orcs are all slender, or thin, and perhaps only such a figure can ride on the body of a wolf. These orcs carried two battle axes behind their backs, and they were not wearing any protective armor, and with this alone, Ryan knew that the orc wolf cavalry was more of a harassment than a head-on confrontation with the human hoplites, but such a well-trained squad was enough to destroy a human mercenary group of about ten people.

After approaching the camp, the orc wolf cavalry found the camp after being attacked, their faces changed greatly, and the beast ** led by the leader shouted a few words, and suddenly ten orc wolf cavalry scattered and stood guard next to the camp. The other orcs, led by the leader, jumped out of the wolf and strode into the camp.