Selby, who had been lustful a moment ago, had been frightened silly, and he had undoubtedly lost the most opportune time to escape now. When the distance was close to this kind of distance, it was absolutely impossible for them to outrun the timberwolf cavalry with a giant wolf squatting beside them.

Everyone knew what it meant to give their backs to the werewolf cavalry, whose cutlass at their waists were even more terrifying than this mid-range javelin salvo. There must be people on the Pan American continent who can escape from the wolf cavalry, but they definitely won't be orcs.

Selby had already retreated to the middle of the crowd after seeing the power of the first javelin salvo. Under such an astonishing picture, even Selby, the first warrior of the tribe, has lost the desire to fight again. Perhaps it was the goddess of fate who favored Selby once, allowing him to pass by death at hand.

Originally, Selby had an absolute confidant, that is, the clever half-orc boy Shabi who had passed on the information to him before. When Selby drilled into the crowd, Shabi, who knew how to improvise, also followed him, but just now, a javelin fell from the sky and directly nailed Shabi's head to the ground!

When the javelin came, Shabi noticed that it was not good, and as soon as he looked up, he was pierced in the right eye by the javelin, and Selby even watched as Shabi's eyes exploded into a black and white flocculent, and the tail of the javelin was even buzzing and trembling! This clever half-orc guy was now curled up on the ground and twitching. In the blink of an eye at most, he would take his last breath to worship the god of the underworld.

Selby had just judged that the safest place in those werewolf warrior javelin salvos was in the middle of the crowd, but Shabie's bad luck made Selby understand. In fact, there is no such thing as a safe zone. The clansmen in front fell in pieces, and the enemies behind also fell into the dust in patches, and the javelins fell on him, it was only a matter of time.

The javelin that took Shabi's life Selby could even tell that it was thrown by the werewolf warriors in the opposing battle formation, but so what? The other party's amateur soldiers were much more powerful than the bravest orcs in the tribe, and all Selby could think of was despair.

The third round of javelin salvos came a little slower. It was because Garnett saw that these orcs did not even dare to charge and made a change of formation that he ordered to be released. To increase efficiency, Garnett turned a hundred werewolf warriors into a long formation. It's all horizontal direct shooting. This round of salvo brought down a large number of half-orcs, and the chaotic lineup of half-orcs was like a lump of fat, and after three rounds of javelin salvos, this lump of fat was already a few laps smaller.

Finally, a few of the spirit-like orcs knew to keep their companions' corpses in front of them. Anyway, his companion is dead, and he doesn't care about putting an extra javelin on his body. With the first man leading the way, the other orcs followed suit and were very busy. There were at most more than 200 uninjured orcs left, and you can imagine how terrifying those javelins were. In just a few breaths, the battle loss ratio of the orcs was close to half, and the werewolves only shot 300 javelins, which was so efficient that it was maddening!

The remaining orcs were rapidly shrinking their formation under Selby's shouting, and the fools could see it now. The more dispersed they are now, the more dangerous they become. The only thing that can reduce the casualties of their unarmed people is the corpses of their dead compatriots and the bodies of those who are still alive.

After they shrank their formation, there were still a lot of orcs on the ground who had not been shot, moaning and rolling on the ground. After all, werewolf warriors are not marksmen. Therefore, many of the orcs who were shot to the ground were seriously injured. If it is treated in time, it may be able to save a small life, but if you are unlucky, you will be disabled if you are cured. If they had not been treated in time, they would have almost been sentenced to death. The cross-shaped wound brought out by the javelin was too effective to bleed, even if they were carrying a bowl of blood. They may not be able to keep up with the rate of their own blood loss.

And the javelin, which frightened the remaining orcs, did not shoot for a long time, and the half-orcs huddled together took a look. Immediately, I felt that these people from the raiding group were simply playing monkeys with them. The werewolves had already put away their javelins, and one by one they had stepped onto the wolves, needless to say, just by looking at their sharp formation, they knew that they were ready to charge.

Garnett pulled out the Damascus scimitar at his waist, and the sound of the scimitar out of the body suddenly sounded behind him. Because it was too neat, the hundreds of scimitars out of the body seemed to make only one sound, and even the angle of raising was almost the same!

Although this uniformity does seem to be a collective pretense, Pi Jiaotou also knows that this kind of picture will also cause a certain visual impact on people, thus creating a psychological pressure to destroy the opponent's psychological defense. Look at those raised Damascus scimitars! Although the gems on the knife body were picked out, the head of the leather sect could see at a glance that this was the famous Damascus scimitar, which was a fine weapon forged from Uzi steel!

After learning the origin of these Damascus scimitars, the head of the leather sect can only be described as crying and laughing, and the head of the emotional Cao regiment was already so arrogant and domineering when he was still messing around in the Imperial City of Beamon, no wonder the shelf is so big here. can not give the Twigenstein family so much face, it is estimated that Captain Cao is the first.

Even if there is no decoration of precious stones, the deterrent power of these murder weapons is not reduced at all, and cutting copper and iron is trivial, let alone cutting these half-orcs without a piece of armor. Look at the gorgeous lines all over the blade, like a totem of death!

The orcs wanted to cry, these guys were clearly teasing themselves, they were definitely stepping on their shoulders and them on their heads, bullying people.

The charge of a hundred wolf cavalry had a peculiar beauty. Like a silent torrent, the distance of fifty meters can be said to be fleeting. The half-orcs huddled in a heap were already sweating their hands, and the people outside were frantically trying to squeeze inside. And the people inside pushed their companions out with all their might, and made a mess, and the vulgar curses rang out, and they almost lost all the face they could today.

Finally, the orcs on the periphery finally understood that they were doomed, and with red eyes, they picked up the wooden sticks in their hands and prepared to fight the wolf cavalry that rushed silently. Both horizontally and vertically are dead, and the orcs also chose a slightly spineless way to die at this moment.

It seems to be a glorious moment for these desperate orcs. Perhaps, it will be the most glorious chapter of his life. A swan song. After all, they are not ashamed to die under the knife of such an opponent.

But once again, they were toyed with. The dense wolf cavalry suddenly formed into several squads as they charged, and as if a flowing river met a protruding stone, they sped past the orcs. The scimitars in the hands of the wolf cavalry did not stop, but they were harvesting the orcs who had not yet breathed on the ground. Give them a treat.

It was like sweeping the floor, and it was only a few breaths of time before it ended, and the orc blood soaked in the Damascus scimitar of the werewolf warrior was dripping, and the wounded orcs on the ground were all dying. The wolf cavalry turned the direction of their mounts, as if they had wrapped all the orcs in the middle, cutting off their hope of escape, and the orcs' desire to live for a moment longer was a luxury.

The orcs who had just been preparing to fight their lives were shocked by this scene, and they even saw how those wounded companions were killed by those wolf cavalry, all of them were wiped through their necks with a knife. The heads of those who were almost lucky were cut off, and the ones who were lucky were at most left with a layer of skin still connected. The way they harvest life is so unique. Those orcs were slashed by them, except for the sound of blood spurting from their necks, even the screams were saved, and the trachea was amputated. You can't scream. The wolf cavalry charged silently, even the enemies they had killed.

Seeing so many compatriots being stabbed by the enemy in front of them, their Yu Yong, who was born like a return to light, also seemed to be cut off by a knife, and one by one the big wooden sticks fell to the ground, and they had lost the last courage.

The wolf cavalry stared at the orcs who were still desperately pushing their compatriots with mocking eyes, and after a while, it was as if they had discovered something funny. Laughed maniacally. Laugh unscrupulously, laugh openly and sarcastically.

"You have three breaths of time to lay down your arms and surrender. Look up at your home!You're no longer leaving, you're going to put up a dead resistance, and you're going to die!" Garnett raised his scimitar to stop his brothers from laughing wildly, and at the same time issued an ultimatum.

"Shoot and kill!" the wolf cavalry repeated the last four words neatly, loudly. The cruel proclamation drifted like thunder into the ears of the orcs with the winds of the wasteland.

At this time, they had time to take a look at their long-standing nest. This look made them feel an indescribable chill. On the high slope, there were more than two hundred warriors wearing the same uniform as these wolf cavalry, although they were not timber werewolves, but they were not inferior to timber werewolves, and each one looked so wild and fierce.

In the midst of the more than 200 warriors of the raiding regiment, more than 200 female orcs who were either holding small orc children or swaddling women were also escorted down the high slope and were approaching them.

The other five raider cadres were all unhappy, and the limelight was all robbed by Garnett and his werewolf brothers, and they led their men and horses up the high slope, without even encountering any resistance, and directly captured all the orcs in the cave. There is no challenging work, and of course it makes them very impatient. Before leaving, they were all in high spirits, who would have thought that they were doing such a meaningless business.

According to the boss's previous instructions, if Garnett and the others took control of the situation, they only needed to escort these hostages down and break the last will of the orcs. They didn't even have to get their weapons bloody, and after watching the half-day wolf cavalry show on the high slope, they felt that Garnett's kid was really not ordinary shit luck.

The five people have always thought that if they were replaced by themselves, not even a hundred people, they would be able to easily clean up these orcs, and the boss would be a bit of a fuss this time. (To be continued)