Captain Hank thought today's experience was bizarre enough.

First, he met a group of unreasonable scouts who were like bandits, and was dragged by them to chase the ferocious group of wolf cavalry; then he met a crazy scout captain who actually wanted to sneak attack the wolf cavalry camp with more than twice the number of people...

And now, when he saw the captain walking towards the orc camp, he felt that today's "bizarre experience" might take an even weirder turn...

The feeling of waiting in the dark night was not pleasant. When he thought about the thirty-three orcs as strong as cattle and forty-two wargs in the camp more than a hundred meters away in front of him, Hank felt that his legs became weak.

The thought of escaping had crossed his mind, but the sight of the Nolan Village scouts daring to face the orcs gave him extremely conflicting emotions - if Roddy said, "We can't fight today, let's retreat first," Hank would definitely

He was the first guy to turn around and leave. But Roddy, as the captain, was the first to rush forward. Even if Hank wanted to run away, the uncontrollable sense of shame in his heart made him unable to move.

No matter how timid he is, Hank is still a citizen of the Cullen Kingdom with a trace of blood in his heart: Although he is afraid of the orcs, it does not mean that he does not want to kill these orcs - all his comrades in arms were killed by these orcs, and the entire team was left.

He escaped by himself. This experience brought not only fear but also boundless hatred.

Although he couldn't bear the thought of revenge, he still had some fantasies in his heart - maybe these madmen who are not afraid of death...can really kill a few orcs?

If they all died heroically, should I go back and tell others about their deeds?

After struggling in his heart for a long time, Hank finally gritted his teeth and decided: Even if he was called a coward, he must spread the story of the "heroic sacrifice" of these scouts to all corners of the kingdom.

Even if he admits that he is a coward, he will still do it.

After making this decision, he felt a little excited about this wish in his heart. However, after thinking about it in the grass for more than two hours, when he couldn't help but raise his head, he discovered that the camp in the distance was still quiet.

It seems that the sneak attack has not started yet.

These guys...couldn't they just leave themselves here and escape, right?

His eyes swept across the bonfire in front of the orc camp, and he saw the frightening group of wargs. He was so frightened that he shrank his head and held his breath involuntarily. It took him a long time before he had the courage to do it again.

He looked up, and just when he was wondering what tactics the guy named Roddy had arranged, the captain's figure walking calmly appeared in his field of vision.

He - he just walked over?

In the distance, there was a staggering orc who was chopping meat in front of the warg to feed, and Captain Rody walked straight up to him, and then... said something.

This scene really shocked Hank - he was stunned, and the first thought that came to his mind was, "Could these scouts be in cahoots with the orcs?"

Before the second thought appeared, the light of the sword passing by in the distance cut off all his thoughts.

The scene that happened immediately made Hank completely dumbfounded - Rody bent down and started dragging away the orc's body, and began to cut the body into pieces and feed it to the wolves, calmly leading the wolves away...

After holding on for less than a minute, Hank finally couldn't bear the impact of the scene in front of him. He vomited all over the floor, but then he tightly covered his mouth. He closed his eyes and tried not to stop.

When I think about the scene I just saw, the silhouette of the machete waving is permanently rooted in my mind like a brand——

It's so terrible, it's so fucking inhuman...

His stomach was churning, and when he recovered, Hank felt that he had almost lost the strength to stand up. When he raised his head again, he found that Captain Roddy was walking towards the camp again.

Because the wargs left, there seemed to be three patrolling orcs who noticed something strange in the distance. At this time, they were craning their necks and looking into the darkness, looking for the wargs who were led away by Rody - and they were not far away from here.

Roddy stopped at this time.

Immediately, he took off the horn bow on his back and drew an arrow from the quiver.

Hank thought he would see Roddy shoot the opponent directly in the next moment, but he never thought that the scout captain would yell a strange word in the distance at the top of his voice - it sounded like it was those orcs

language.

But the three people in the distance actually stopped and then walked towards Rody while responding to something. It seemed that they actually regarded Rody as their companion.

Hank swallowed. He saw Captain Rody standing there waiting for the other party to come over, as if he was not afraid of the other party discovering him - that is, when the distance between the two sides was less than thirty meters, Rody's captain

The arm holding the arrow suddenly moved.

Hank, who was lying in the grass, couldn't hear the sound of the bow string. He could only see Roddy's arm pulling the bow string three times quickly. When he turned his eyes to the other side, the three orcs were kneeling down almost simultaneously, covering their throats.

on the ground, and immediately fell to the ground.

This scene happened without any sound, and everything in front of him was almost mime. Hank rubbed his eyes hard, and in his mind, he felt that all this seemed to be an unreal dream, and he never woke up.

In his eyes, the still indifferent figure was walking to the corpse of the orc, bending down and pulling the arrow out of the opponent's throat.

Hank breathed heavily and tried to hold his cheek, but found that it had no other effect except that the pain made him more awake... So he began to convince himself to calm down - the guy in the distance might really be a highly capable person.

Scout captain, and he will definitely hide his figure next, and then cooperate with his teammates...

As soon as this idea appeared, he saw a hundred meters away, Roddy walked straight into the center of the camp, bent down in front of the campfire, picked up firewood, threw it out, and set the tent on fire...

"Crazy...really fucking crazy..."

Hank felt as if he had been punched, and felt that his whole face was cramping, because he found that until now...he had never guessed the captain's intention even once.

It took more than ten seconds for the shouts to ring out in the camp. An orc discovered the fire and rushed out of the tent screaming - and the moment he lifted the curtain, an arrow shot through his chest without any warning.

brain…

There was no time for the shocked expression to appear. The body that was still rushing forward ran a few steps and fell directly to the ground. It twitched a few times and then stopped moving.

Roddy just stood upright by the campfire, holding the horn bow in his hand. When someone appeared in the tent, he would shoot an arrow directly. His posture was too leisurely... Hank, who was witnessing everything from a distance, never

I never thought that someone could remain calm in such a situation!

If those orcs hadn't been shooting down arrows in various postures, Hank would have thought Roddy was standing on the school field practicing target shooting!

The shouts were so panicked that the orcs had no idea what was going on. The five orcs who reacted first were without exception killed instantly as soon as they walked out of the camp. The remaining orcs watched helplessly as their comrades fell down with arrows stuck in their heads.

After a long while, I discovered that the instigator was actually standing next to the campfire!

More and more orcs appeared from the tent, and Rody's shaking right arm almost turned into a shadow. Hank numbly accepted the incredible scene in front of him. His only thought was: "Does this guy want to be alone?"

Massacre the entire camp?”

Naturally, such an idea is unrealistic.

The orcs finally reacted and surrounded Roddy with howls. There were originally thirty-three orcs, but at this time, eight of them were directly shot by Rody. When they saw the enemies who gave up putting out the fire and rushed toward them,

The scout captain suddenly raised his horn bow, shot a thundering arrow into the sky, and then threw away his horn bow.

"You will die if you try hard..."

As a bystander, Hank could naturally see Roddy's situation clearly. The orcs surrounding him had already surrounded Roddy, and it looked like they were about to drown him - but in the blink of an eye, in Hank's field of vision,

But suddenly he completely lost track of the captain!

Roddy disappeared.

And just when Hank opened his mouth in astonishment, looking into the distance not knowing what to say, the sound of horse hooves suddenly came... At this moment, he broke through the darkness of the night and suddenly rushed out from the shadows!

..

When Xhosa was awakened by the noise outside the tent, the dizziness caused by drinking wine had not gone away.

With his mind in a daze, he opened his eyes and stared for three or four seconds before he gradually remembered that the place he was in was not the tribal territory of Rohar's Hammer, but the border of the Kingdom of Karen.

When this fact was confirmed in his heart, the sounds outside the camp became harsh. Although he didn't know what time it was, it was obviously abnormal for such noise to appear.

Is it possible that there was a sneak attack?

The first thought of this possibility occurred in his mind, and Xhosa felt an inexplicable pain in the wound on his back. The scene of his outpost being attacked by humans more than a month ago appeared before his eyes, and the ominous premonition immediately made him inexplicably wary.

stand up.

Quickly picking up the machete, Xhosa concentrated and held his breath and rushed out of the tent. In the dark night, the shadowy subordinates were waving their weapons and rushing toward the campfire. There were actually seven or eight corpses lying on the ground - Xhosa

My heart trembled, and I yelled, "What's going on?"

But the response he got was the sound of horse hooves suddenly coming from the other side of the camp——

His heart seemed to have stopped for a moment. When he realized what this meant, the remaining pleasure and courage in his mind disappeared in an instant due to the fear that arose.

"There is an enemy! It's cavalry! Get out of the way!"

He loudly warned his subordinates in front of the bonfire, but the war horse came too fast. Xhosa, who had extremely poor eyesight in the darkness, only felt that the war horses appearing side by side seemed to appear from the void. When a dozen orcs in front of the bonfire came together,

When they turned their heads and pushed each other to avoid them, the swift knights had already rushed in front of them.

"Damn..."

Because Xhosa was standing next to the tent, he was completely in a bystander position at this time. However, this angle allowed him to clearly see how his once proud subordinate was crushed by humans...

On the one hand, there are only one out of ten or one out of a hundred experts in the tribe, and on the other hand, there are only seven or eight human knights. It sounds like they are of equal strength. However, when the other party charges unpreparedly on horseback in the dark, Xhosa sadly discovered that those of his own
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