"They're coming!"

The wooden door of the chief's hall was slammed open, and the cold wind and snowflakes poured in took away all the heat. After drinking the hot porridge in the bowl in one gulp, Marlowe picked up the elven sword beside him and said to Tunak, "Let's go." ”

The rest of the hall immediately followed into the freezing blizzard.

At this time, the eight hundred wolf cavalry of unknown origin were still two kilometers away, and heavy snow and strong winds stopped their rapid progress. In the distance of the night, the fire flickered and dimmed, and Marlowe rode to the entrance of the town on a Kodomon, flanked by orc warriors armed with bows and spears standing on watchtowers with more than eighty wolf-mounted tribal warriors, and some warriors clutching their weapons and hiding under wooden walls or behind houses.

A tense atmosphere of imminent war pervasive.

The bitter cold wind howled between the heavens and the earth, and Marlowe sat motionless on the back of the Kodomon like a statue, and the snow gradually covered his straight body, but he did not notice it.

From a distance of two kilometers, the torches in the distance were the size of the stars in the sky, and after only a few moments, these bright spots became bigger and brighter, and the eight hundred wolf cavalry finally came to a place dozens of meters away.

These tall wolf horsemen wrapped themselves in black fur coats and wore scarves that could protect themselves from the wind and faces, and the wolves beneath them were covered in long, thick gray hair, and their green eyes were fixed on the orcs of the town. Tonight, these people will be the delicious food in their mouths!

Oh......

The black-clad wolf cavalry held the reins, and eight hundred wolves howled in unison, causing great mental pressure on the orcs in the town.

"This is the territory of the Warcry Tribe, and I order you to leave at once in the name of the Warcry Chief!" Marlowe pulled the reins to keep the frightened Kodomon from moving.

"Haha, as long as the grass can grow, it is the territory of our steppe bandit mercenary group, and you little bastard deserve to talk to us in such a tone?" A wolf cavalry drove the wolf under his crotch two steps forward, his voice loud enough to pierce the howling wind for everyone to hear him.

Marlowe's hand gripped the sword at his waist: "I repeat, this is the territory of the Warcry Tribe, and I order you to leave immediately in the name of the Tribal Chief!

As Marlowe's words fell, the wolves behind him began to howl in the sky, and the orcs let out a loud roar.

The black-clothed wolf cavalry turned his head and laughed, "Hey, did you hear that? This little bastard who looks like an elf Bichi dares to call himself a chief, is it true that all the orcs of your Warcry tribe are dead? Oh, I remember, I heard that your Tunak chief knew that we were coming, so he hid in Orim and didn't dare to come back!hahaha......"

Marlowe's face instantly became gloomy, and the other party obviously wanted to slander his father, so that the orcs of the tribe would be shaken in their hearts. He was about to draw his sword, but his arm was grabbed, and he turned his head to see Oga shaking his head at him.

"Why don't you speak, you can't deny it?" the wolf cavalryman's tone became even more arrogant. "Today, you rednecks' houses belong to the old men, go and strip off your wives and throw them on the bed, and the uncles should be happy in front of you!

"Yes, go strip your wives!"

"Next year your wife will be able to give you a little hair!"

"Let you rednecks see the real skills of the masters!"

The leading wolf cavalry was obviously overly proud, and his unbridled mouth not only did not have the effect of deterring the orcs of the Warcry Tribe, but instead aroused the anger of everyone. Unfortunately, not only was he overly proud, but the group of fools behind him also screamed.

At this time, a man who had been in the wolf cavalry raised his fist and knocked his companion off his mount, his eyes were full of anger, and he secretly cursed in his heart that his subordinates were all brainless pigs, especially the stupidest guy!

None of the defeated wolf cavalry dared to fight back, but immediately climbed back on the wolf's back. The man in black who had taken the lead in talking nonsense seemed to finally realize that he had said the wrong thing, and he looked at the leader who was walking towards him with some fear.

Chirp!

There is no need for the lesson of his own leader, the man in black was shot directly through the neck by the elven arrow, he held the arrow that came out and wanted to reach out for help, but his mouth could only make a ho-ho sound, the blood had filled his trachea and overflowed from his mouth and nose, he sat on the wolf's back with a panicked face, and did not hold on for a few seconds and finally fell from the wolf's back into the snow.

"The dignity of the Warcry Tribe Orcs is not something you can desecrate!" The bowstring of the elven longbow was still trembling, and the anger on Marlowe's face did not diminish by the death of the other party, only to see him raise the elven longbow again, and on top of the longbow were seven sharp arrows made of falcon feathers. "For the dignity and honor of the tribe, all the warriors and warriors of the Warcry tribe obey the order and kill!"

Seven sharp arrows with a faint glow finally kicked off the battle, and Oga and Tunak led the warriors of the Warcry tribe to rush forward, and the orc warriors on the watchtower cooperated with either drawing bows and arrows, or throwing spears with force.

The group of wolf cavalry of unknown origin panicked to deal with the sudden attack of Marlowe and others, and they were defenseless and proud, losing more than 40 people and more than 30 wolves in the first wave of attacks.

"Don't mess around, everyone, take out your weapons and charge me!" the leader commanded, drawing the axe from his back.

This group of cavalry, known as the steppe bandit mercenary group, immediately reacted and launched a counter-charge, they were outnumbered and better armed than the orcs of the Warcry Tribe, and Oga and the others held out for less than a minute before being forced back to the town gate.

Marlowe keeps archery to provide fire assistance for Oga and others, his archery skills are much better than the orcs, and he also blesses the arrows with magic, so he can always accurately hit the enemies who appear at the gate.

The wolf cavalry who wanted to attack the town was suppressed outside the door for a while, and the leader kept driving his subordinates, as long as they attacked the town, the numerical advantage of their side would no longer be limited by this breach.

"Attack!

The mana in Marlowe's body was poured into the arrows, and he soon felt that the mana was about to run out, and when he tried to find the arrows from the quiver again, he found that the quiver was empty, and he looked at the orc warriors on the watchtower, and saw that the warriors had jumped down.

The Warcry Horde has run out of ranged weapons!