Watching this duel of strength and weight that ended in an instant, the captives lying on the dunes simply forgot to breathe.

"My God......"

Fast Rope exhaled tremblingly, and looked at the heavy cavalry who were rushing forward, wanting to join the pursuit: "This is the heavy cavalry?

"You just said, eight-hundred-pound mounts?"

Louisa retracted her head and silently said to the old hammer, "I guess for the heavy cavalry, you have to add the weight of the armor." ”

"That's why we're looking for a place to cover ourselves," Dean looked ugly as he watched the heavy cavalry trample through the merchant's camp, "The heavy cavalry of the Northlanders is even more terrifying than that—I've seen it when I was younger, when they charge in groups, everything looks like paper paste in front of that kind of front." ”

Tails pursed his lips and didn't speak.

For the first time, he understood the intention of the Meteorite to coldly tie him and Thelma to their horses and make them "accustomed to the battlefield".

The captives sighed in unison and turned to the only remaining battlefield: on the way to escape, the Broken Stone Tribe flanked by the abruptly inserted Stardust Guard.

Compared to the Croma family's rolling heavy cavalry assault without a splash, there was only the endgame left.

There is no doubt that the warriors of the Fractured Stones are fearless: every time the human cavalry breaks through a layer of defense, the next group of warriors will pour out of them in order and spontaneity, decisively staying where they are to form a new line, using futile battles and doomed deaths to delay the relentless pursuit of the Stardust Guards and buy time for the fleeing orcs.

On the other side, every cavalry of the Stardust Guard was like a ferryman of the Hellriver on horseback, rushing left and right, blades and spears flying one after another, and everywhere they went, the cries and roars of the orcs, blood and pain.

They were not without losses, and one or two unlucky cavalrymen were shot down in battle, and the lucky ones returned to their own horses or those of their comrades, and the unlucky ones ...... But this is nothing compared to the casualties and passive disadvantages suffered by the orcs.

In the face of swift and agile, high-speed cavalry, the strength and explosion that the desert orcs were proud of, and even the endurance and fury of the seriously injured were all useless, and the once invincible tribal warriors seemed clumsy, pale and helpless at this moment.

Horsemen on horseback often rode up, suddenly changed direction, plunged into the side or back of the orc, and stabbed or slashed with speed and momentum, striking an abrupt blow, and then, regardless of the outcome of the battle, they all lifted the reins and rode away, narrowly avoiding the enemy's powerful return fire or the notorious heavy wounded counterattack, and fleeing far away before the tall orcs swarmed up.

In the face of hordes of orcs, the human cavalry will cooperate with each other in twos or threes, one dashing to lure the enemy, the other sneaking around the rear, or even raising a crossbow or throwing spear, immediately firing a volley, and then both of them go away, run out of a dangerous distance, and then turn around and attack again.

As for those difficult opponents who saw them rushing early and were therefore prepared, the cavalry preferred to avoid them and look for another opportunity rather than risk attacking, or even only halfway through, and then turn and run with a whistle, so that the orcs who were preparing to meet them let out an angry but helpless howl, and then receive the next deadly or non-lethal attack from behind or from the flank.

However, many orcs were attacked, wounded, and wounded under such cunning and hateful, almost rogue tactics, only to let out a cry of grief and indignation under the fatal wounds that could not stop bleeding, and watch their swift opponents flee away.

They wield their weapons in vain in the madness of heavy injuries, unleashing terrifying stamina and explosiveness, and finally met a tragic fate: death from exhaustion.

There are fewer and fewer orc warriors still on the run.

Kandal's roar grew hoarse.

Just like the fate of its men.

Tails sighed deeply.

So, is this how the story in the bards and history books—the legendary battle of the Saints 3,000 years ago, in which 2,000 human cavalry defeated 20,000 orc infantry formations?

At this time, a discordant voice emerged from the chaotic and tragic battlefield.

"Grass it!"

It was a knight who looked like a commander of the Stardust Guard, who saw the unstoppable attack of the Cromar family in the distance.

The knight broke away from the brigade, and as he rode his horse and hoofed his hooves, he spoke in a rough voice:

"That boy is really ...... Hurry up, chicks, it's all our work, we can't be robbed!"

As soon as the words fell, a loud sound swept over his head!

A long arrow landed not far from him.

The knight reacted and turned in horror in the direction where the arrow was flying: among the fleeing orcs, a white-lipped orc drew another arrow and coldly mounted the huge black bow.

The sharp-eyed Tails recognized it: it was one of Kandal's Three Guardians, who had shot the orc Aku of the mercenary Ponga with an arrow.

"Grass your mother's!"

The human who had just spoken whipped his horse and galloped towards Aku, scolding: "You are neither male nor female, lipstick-wearing bastard again......"

"Didn't your mother teach you not to shoot moving targets if you don't have a good view at night......

In response to this, it was Yaku's other arrow!

"Whoosh!"

The sender was taken aback.

The arrow swept past the speaker's ear, but sank straight into the other knight's mount.

With the painful neighing of the horses, the poor knight fell to the ground and was immediately surrounded by several orcs.

The human who spoke looked at the sacrifice of his subordinates, and in anger, he slapped his thigh: "I'm grassy!"

"Snake Hand! Phantom Blade!"

He yelled, pointing at Yaku, "Kill that lipstick-wearing one!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a knight from the side of the stars answered, and he raised a longbow on his horse, and took a long arrow with a rope tied to its tail and shot it at Yaku!

The arrow flew halfway through, and before it reached Aku, it fell limply and sank into the shoulder of another orc.

The orc screamed in pain and grasped the arrow.

The archery knight whistled, grabbed the long rope, and galloped to the other side, as if to drag the orc down!

The orc shouted angrily, grabbed the long rope and pulled it in the opposite direction, trying to drag the knight off his horse.

The long rope was ripped apart, straighter and tighter.

Tails was slightly startled, he had seen the great power of the orcs to overturn the heavy cavalry, and he couldn't help but want to speak and remind: Don't fight with it!

However, just as the long rope was about to be tightened, and the knight saw that he was about to be dragged off his horse, the latter slyly let go of his hand.

The orc who grabbed the other end of the long rope and was about to exert his strength suddenly loosened his hand, lost his balance, and stumbled backwards!

"Haha, stupid!" laughed the archery knight.

The other knight whistled past the fallen orc, the sword flashing eerily and before Tails could see it, he saw the orc on the ground whimper, blood spurting from his neck.

"it, Snake Hand!"

The knight with the strange sword light came out with an angry female voice: "The boss said - work obediently!"

She stopped her horse as she spoke, and three orcs surrounded her!

"Phantom Blade! Be careful!" the knight who had scolded at the beginning hurriedly reminded.

But Tails, who was watching the battle, was shocked: the rope that was shot out seemed to be alive, and it bounced abruptly from the ground!

It was like a giant python, instantly wrapping itself around the orc closest to the female knight and wrapping it around its neck.

The orcs dropped their weapons and tugged at the rope around their necks in pain, but the rope spontaneously tightened to a position they couldn't reach.

But the rope wasn't over yet—the extra part bounced up like a snake again, wrapping around the necks of the other two orcs!

"Don't worry, Boss!"

The archer named Snake Hand pulled one end of the long rope and smiled and gave a thumbs up to the knight who spoke: "Everything is under control!"

In the next moment, the knife flashed.

Tails didn't even see how the blade was attacked, and he saw blood splattered everywhere!

The three poor orcs avoided strangulation - they were broken one after the other.

"That's enough, Snake Hand!" the female knight named Phantom Blade shook the blood from her sword, and on her horse, she held her knife to the snake hand who was pulling the long rope in a daze, and said, "We're going to that lipstick!"

"It's not for you to be handsome!"

The basilige yelled, "You don't understand, that's how I fight......"

Tails looked at the two knights, a man and a woman, in amazement, his gaze back and forth on their ropes and strange blades.

Is that...... What power?

The captives seemed no less surprised than Tails, and they looked at each other, except for the old hammer, whose face became more and more strange.

"Shut up!"

The knight who was the first to scold seemed to be very annoyed: "That young master is coming to grab the credit, work hard, and grass his mother's -!"

He accidentally broke away from the charging brigade for a while, and was actually knocked to the ground by a desperate and angry orc with men and horses!

"Boss!" exclaimed Snake Hand and Phantom Blade in unison.

Tails recognized.

The orc wore blue war makeup and held a mace.

It is one of the Three Holy Guards.

Orc Duraman.

It's Tails' "Flaka".

The blue-faced orc roared angrily, raised his mace, and aimed it at the "boss" who was crushed under the horse.

Tails sighed.

At that moment, the fourth knight galloped forward, and he raised his hand from afar!

In an instant, the sand and gravel on the ground around Duraman flew up like an explosion.

Pounce on Duraman's face!

"Huh!"

Between the flying sand and rocks, Duraman put down his mace, covered his eyes, and retreated in pain.

Tails watched in amazement at the scene in front of him: the flying sand seemed to be controlled, obscuring Durahman's vision back and forth, preventing it from killing the "Boss".

But more orcs saw what was happening in Durahman, and they avoided the charging cavalry and approached the Chief's guard.

The knight who stirred up the sand rode his horse to save the man, and shouted:

"Stop them!"

Farther away, a fifth knight named Strange Fire galloped in, and he bent down and pulled out several round cans from his saddle bag.

"It's coming!"

As the mount galloped, the canister flew out of his hand and smashed into the onrushing orcs.

The round pots cracked, spilling black liquid and dousing the orcs on their heads.

I saw the knight named Strange Fire snap his fingers.

"Boom!"

Tails was shocked again!

Flame.

Endless flames erupt from the orcs who have been spilled with black liquid!

They cried out in pain and rolled on the ground.

With the efforts of several knights, the "Boss" finally crawled out from under his dead horse with a curse.

But on the other side, Duraman finished rubbing his eyes and screamed at him!

The other knights hurried to this side, but it was too late.

"Bell!"

The mace smashed down in the air!

Smash on the shield drawn by the "boss"!

"Boss" snorted.

Tyres, who had seen it attack, felt a pang in his heart.

Worst.

The kind of power of the orc Dulaman......

Sure enough, the blue-faced orc roared with strength, and the mace pressed down heavily!

The "Boss" twisted his face, as if he could not withstand the orc's tremendous force.

"Grass...... Strength...... It's amazing......" He spat on and off, trembling and looking extremely struggling.

But the next scene again exceeded Tails' expectations.

I saw that the "boss" trembled, holding the shield with his right arm, and slowly stretched out his left arm, clutching one of Duraman's arms!

"Hula—" Before Durahman could curse, it saw in astonishment that its mace was ...... inch by inch Lift up?

What the?

The human captives watching the battle were equally amazed!

"Oh my God, is that Hercules?" the fast rope blinked.

But it's not wrong, in this wrestling between humans and orcs, Duraman's weapon is being stretched out by the human in front of him, with the power of his flesh, little by little.

The knight named "Boss" gritted his teeth, raised his eyes and continued to hold the enemy's hand with his left arm.

"Ahh

"Boss" roared, his arm muscles tensing.

Tails looked intently: he saw that the left arm of the "Boss" was a full circle thicker than his right.

Finally, the "Boss" burst out with unimaginable human power and raised the mace above his head!

"Bang!"

He kicked Dulaman back hard, then fell to the ground gasping for breath.

The orc Duraman looked at his weapon with an ugly expression, obviously unable to imagine that he had been suppressed by a human.

It gasped, the anger and unwillingness in its eyes grew bigger and bigger, and it strode and attacked again!

But the orcs couldn't move forward.

The sand under Duraman's feet suddenly moved, as if it had turned into the softest and weakest water, and the orcs were completely trapped in it!

As the sand sank to its waist, Duraman could no longer move freely, and it snorted and struggled for its life.

In the next second, a rope from nowhere swam like a snake from the sand, wrapping around Duraman's hands.

Its mace rolled to the ground.

"Grass! Misty eyes, you work harder," the knight named Snake Hand had a tense face, holding the reins in one hand and the rope in the other, staring at the entangled orc: "This guy, it has so much strength!"

The knight, whom he called Misty-Eyed, rode his horse, with the same constipated look, staring at the sand on the ground, looking quite hard: "It's already my full strength...... Don't be lazy!"

But they still imprisoned Duraman, who wanted to break free.

Until the "boss" gasped for breath and got up from the ground.

He walked up to the locked Duraman, looked into the hateful and angry eyes of the other man, and repeated disdainfully:

"Amazing strength, huh?"

"Boss, hurry up!" In the distance, the knight named Strange Fire rushed back and forth anxiously, throwing round cans at the orcs trying to get close like madness, causing a series of fires on the enemy, and the Phantom Blade dragged them to death:

"I'm running out of gas!"

The boss snorted, clenched his left fist, and stretched it back to an angle of punching.

The muscles in his left arm surged again.

Durahman let out a roar of grief and indignation.

"But. ”

"That's right," the boss smiled, "It's powerful—it's amazing." ”

In the next second, the boss's fist shot out in an instant, and the strength was so great that it even caused ripples in the air.

"Boom!"

There was a crunch.

He landed a standard uppercut.

The second thing Tails saw was the terrifying and terrifying orc Duraman, whose jaw was pointing straight to the sky.

The blue-faced orcs didn't move anymore.

On the dunes, the captives watched in a blank daze as these strange men fought.

"It's a pity, just an adult Saika," Dean smiled, twitchingly patted Tails on the shoulder, and pointed at the dead Dulaman, "Your dear Flaka......"

"Killed. UU read the book wwuukanshuom "

Tails reciprocated with a polite smile.

"yes. ”

The prince raised his hand helplessly: "It's a pity that I can't kill it with my own hands." ”

"Oh my God," said the old hammer, who didn't seem to want to join in the little humor, stared at the strange cavalrymen with their nicknames, "those people, they're not just the Stardust Guards. ”

"So who are they?" asked Fastrope curiously.

"Freaks," Old Hammer said coldly, "or the 'Freak Squad'—that's what we call them in the Bladetooth camp, or even in the entire Western Front's army sequence." ”

Everyone was amazed.

"Freaks, Freak Squad......"

Tails chewed on the term, and his face changed: "Do you mean ......?"

"Yes, that's a bunch of freaks," the veteran of the stars turned his face and looked conflicted: "It was Baron Williams who personally pardoned and recruited people in the face of criticism and accusations, and caused countless troubles since its establishment, most of them were scumbags, criminals, madmen, and prostitutes......"

"Team of Adepts. ”