The origin of the orc race is no longer traceable, if the barbarians of the wasteland are barely human in the eyes of other human empires on the continent, then the orcs can only be the same as the beasts forever.

Although these green-skinned, red-eyed, fanged creatures have the same intelligence as humans and are stronger than the main races of the continent such as human elves and dwarves, they are the most bullied race for hundreds of years.

An ordinary orc male young man, without any assistance, can lift a boulder weighing 200 pounds lightly, as long as he is not born with a defect in adulthood, the height of the orcs will be fixed between two meters one and two meters three, but do not confuse them with the Angles of the same height, although the Angles are brave and abnormal, but it can still be seen from the body type, although the height is the same, but the size of the orcs is still much thicker than the Angles, they are covered with thick lumpy muscles like steel. One-on-one, none of the Angles dared to confidently defeat the orcs.

The orcs and barbarians believe in the god of war, but they do not recognize the Temple of Odin as the spokesperson of the god of war, and refuse to recognize the identity of the spokesperson of the great sacrifice god of war.

More than two-thirds of the entire vast northern wasteland originally belonged to the orcs, but it was later defeated by several wars launched by the barbarians, and finally hid in the most barren land of the wasteland, and the territory of all orcs combined was less than one-tenth of the wasteland.

The orcs in distress are naturally bullied in many ways, and there are no people on this continent who like to pity the weak, especially in this century when the slave trade is thriving, almost every country and every region can see the figure of orc slaves or the descendants of orc slaves.

A long, narrow path not artificially formed, flanked by high hills, desolate, as desolate as ever.

Several sneaky green figures followed behind a group of human cavalry, their yellowed teeth grinding from time to time, shivering with cold or fear. The rough and short stone weapon in his hand kept hitting the ground. Goblins, a race that can never control their own desires, know that they will never get anything in front of them, but the handsome and rough lines of the war horses, a pair of armor with a metallic polish luster, and the bags of unknown goods behind the war horses stimulate their visual nerves all the time.

A few swishing sounds of arrows rubbing against the air were heard. The sneaky figures fled with their heads in their hands, leaving behind the corpses of their two companions.

The group of human cavalry instantly let out a hearty smile.

This group of human cavalry was currently riding a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy, with a tired face, and several attempts to open his eyes ended in failure.

"It's a dragon! Those two chicks are really ruthless, and that wine, after all, made by themselves, it's really strong!"

Hannibal was powerless to speak, so he cursed silently in his heart.

With a squeeze on his horse's belly and a pull of the reins, Stewart crossed several of the Wasteland Warriors, snatched the jerky from the mouth of one of them as he passed by, and feasted on it.

"Lord, why don't you stop and rest?"

Stewart looked at the sleepy Hannibal and said that he was not far from his fortress anyway.

Hannibal shook his head vigorously, but he didn't refuse just to make himself more sober.

Hannibal fell off his horse.

Hannibal sat in the saddle, his legs spread as wide as possible, and the other wasteland warriors were scattered around, and a group of three or five people laughed and played with a relaxed and comfortable face, and they didn't know that they were out to play, but the distribution looked like a very tight defensive formation, which could deal with any unexpected situation at the first time.

Stewart handed over a roasted charred leg of lamb.

Stewart: "Eat some! I've cooked it so it's easy to digest." ”

Hannibal pushed away weakly: "No appetite!"

Stewart held his mouth, nodded slowly and orderly with a playful teasing: "I knew that old boy was not well-intentioned, if you were really squeezed to death by those two girls, eh! We really can't avenge you, how did you say in the past, saying that you returned the life of our prince, and our prince died in your exhaustion, and I and the pony (Marcus) couldn't open our mouths, right?"

"Hey, hey"

Hannibal squinted and laughed.

"You kid was also taken by Xiao Qiao, looking for a gelding, but I can tell you, Xiao Qiao's size gelding can also seduce the girl, as for you"

Stewart scratched his head with a wry smile and walked away.

As if it happened at that moment, Hannibal began to wonder if his eyes were not awake yet, and he felt that he saw his warriors and horses being smashed into flesh by boulders, like in slow motion, as if they were still in a drunken state.

Only Hannibal's "White Snake" seemed to sense the danger and ran away first、、、

Stewart's nervous and frightened expression as he pounced on him, the rumbling sound of boulders rolling in his ears, and the spears that his men had thrown at him for him, gradually pulled Hannibal back to reality, not a hallucination, nor a drunken conjecture.

There were really people ambushing themselves here, and there were quite a few of them, and when Hannibal realized this, he instantly sobered up, and a cold sweat brought out the alcohol that had not yet been expelled from his body.

Hannibal touched the "ambitious gentleman" on his waist and shouted at the same time: "Pay !!!!!!!!!"

"Pay !!!!!!!!!!"

"Pay !!!!!!!!!"

The warriors who were still alive shouted along.

The roar of the boulder and the roars of Hannibal's people followed for a few seconds of unusually quiet moments.

Hannibal looked around, all the horses were killed, in addition to himself and Stewart, there were more than 20 people alive, a few horses had obviously been killed by boulders, but they were still taken care of by several spears, the other party did this obviously, and did not want anyone here to escape alive, because the other party already knew that his fortress was not far from here, and it seemed that it was a long-planned assassination.

Hannibal was tempted to guess who was behind it, but at the moment he had to think about how to get out of here alive, because he saw nearly 200 orcs appear on the hills on either side, approaching him little by little.

If it seems unthinkable to many people that the barbaric and uncivilized Anglos should be shaved and trained, the scene before the eyes of Hannibal's people can only be described as weird.

The 200 orcs who attacked and planned to leave Hannibal here, wearing a full suit of armor, and not wearing armor that was not out of size like Jobs, but tailor-made, they were divided into three layers and lined up in a neat line to kill Hannibal in a circle, the front row was holding a long sword and tower shield, the middle layer was holding a spear, and the last layer was a bow and arrow but with a strap on the back, and it was estimated that the spear just thrown was a spear in their hands. Of course, the weapon in his hand is also one size larger than the ordinary one, and it can be seen that the training and equipment of these 200 orcs are expensive.

The 200 orcs were divided into four waves, marching in unison and shouting slogans in their own beast language, striking their weapons or armor every four beats, and Hannibal, who was not superior in numbers, was completely like chickens in the back garden.

Hannibal took a breath of cold air, this scene is so familiar, this group of orcs is completely based on the mixed infantry of the Westerners, and the routine equipment is even so oppressive when marching.

Stewart took off his shield from behind his back and struck the desert scimitar in his right hand.

"Don't panic! The prince is here, and this is our land!

The remaining warriors under Hannibal's command instantly assembled into a circular defensive phalanx, and the seriously injured self felt that he walked inward, and took off the small round shield from his back in a uniform manner, stuck it on his arm, and pulled out another saber from his waist. This is the wisdom of desert humans who are good at astrophysics.

The 200 orcs were divided into four waves, each with 50 people, and one of the leaders in charge of shouting slogans was estimated to be the leader of the phalanx.

A dark and rough beast voice shouted, and the four orc phalanxes stopped instantly, and the orcs on the last layer bent their bows and arrows.

The fire that had roasted the sheep was still splashing sparks, igniting a small patch of dead grass, and the fire spread rapidly to the surroundings, and in just a few moments it spread into a sea of fire, with a radius of dozens of steps, because the vegetation in the highlands was too thin, so it was quickly extinguished.

It's a good thing, and hopefully this thin puff of smoke will attract the brothers at the base camp.

Both Hannibal and Stewart thought so.

When the other party was finished, Hannibal patted Stewart on the shoulder, and his tone was full of strong confidence: "Play with bows and arrows, kill their morale." Let them know what it means to be a cavalry nation!"

Hannibal forgot that he himself still couldn't shoot accurately、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、、 so he could only play with throwing knives and slingshots.

Stewart howled bitterly: "Bow and arrow, shoot freely and accurately, aim at Lao Tzu and shout slogans!"

Hannibal's order was quickly conveyed, and his phalanx quickly began to make noise, and the innermost warriors quickly put away their two knives and directly bent their bows to shoot deadly and powerful arrows, and the whole movement was uniform without a pause.

The corners of Hannibal's mouth rose cruelly.

In an instant, eight orcs fell, three of whom had just shouted the slogan, and the arrows hit the gap between the helmet and the armor, an extremely narrow gap - the side of the neck. In terms of mounted archery, there is no nation on the continent that can compare with the barbarians.

Hannibal was surprised that there was not a hint of panic on the other side, and when he thought about it, it was obvious that these orcs had been trained for a long time. I'm really willing to write a blood book.

The orc's bow that had been bent for a long time finally let go、、、、、、、、、

"Shield!"