In his vision, the wolf cavalry waving the throwing net in his hand suddenly disappeared.

Sarota's expression was extremely shocked at this moment. He even suspected that he had hallucinations. Because the team was dispersed at this time, the distance between them was more than four or five meters, so the gap that appeared after the orc suddenly disappeared was particularly obvious.

Where is the person?

Sarota felt that he had encountered several incredible things in a row today, and couldn't help but be stunned.

While thinking, another wolf cavalry fell suddenly not far away from him - without arrows or attacks. After careful look, Sarota's mouth twitched and found that the tribal warrior had completely fallen into the puddle of more than half a meter deep because of a wolf!

Puddle...?

A light suddenly flashed through his mind. He suddenly looked up and understood the reason in his heart - his team was unknowingly introduced into the swamp area by those humans!

The swamp area is a little different from the grassland. The most important thing is that there are various traps that are difficult to detect. After the continuous heavy rain, the place is covered with ash pits of varying depths. Some are only more than ten centimeters deep, some are more than one meter or even several meters, and there are even ponds that are more than ten meters deep!

For orcs, such an area is extremely dangerous, because during the high-speed running, no one can realize how deep the seemingly small puddle is in front of them. If you can't hide and step in, you may be able to pass by it directly. If you are not lucky, it is the situation that the orcs just now encountered.

After understanding this, Sarota immediately understood the cunning intentions of these humans.

"Come on the team! Follow them!"

Looking at the skillful posture of the human beings walking through these puddles, Sarota did not understand how they accurately found a path that they could walk quickly, but immediately made the only suitable solution.

But something unavoidable is still happening... Because the team was dispersed too far before, the wolf cavalry team that was trying to gather again at this time had already fallen into this puddle in various postures when they finally implemented Sarota's orders and completely left the team.

Originally, the result of catching up with the opponent directly to kill him, but at this time, there were some troubles. Sarota felt a little anxious because he knew that the effect of the "bloodthirst Technique" was only about twenty seconds left, but the current speed of the team was slightly slowed down due to the crowding... What Sarota even more could not bear was that the human with a short bow in front seemed to have noticed the defect of their inability to fight back, and turned around and shot an arrow, directly shooting through the orc's chest that was rushing in front!

The wolf cavalry, who had no time to dodge, was directly knocked back by the huge force of the horn bow. While stumbled to the ground, they were directly stepped into meat sauce by the wolf that followed him!

In order to dodge him, several wolf cavalrymen fell into an unrecognizable puddle next to him because they deviated from this line, and fell into a sensation.

It's messy, it's completely messy.

He couldn't catch up, he couldn't even disperse, and he couldn't fight... Sarota was angry at first, but then he felt a chill for no reason. Only then did he realize that he seemed to have been plotted by the other party from beginning to end - just chasing, the more than 70 wolf cavalrymen lost more than 20 people at this time, and the human behind the palace was still shooting arrows, almost killing the arrows!

In such a situation, because there is no ability to attack range, Sarota only feels sincerely powerless.

However, something he didn't expect was behind. Just as the team was closer, the human team in front suddenly began to turn left. Because the team was narrow and long, the orcs chasing behind immediately noticed their intentions and made a gesture of preparing to turn left.

But just as they were leaning against the side and preparing to let the wolf turn to the left, the guy at the end of the scout team suddenly left the team alone and suddenly ran to the right in the opposite direction!

This situation caught the orcs off guard. Seeing this, Sarota immediately understood that the other party was deliberately creating multiple-choice questions to make him hesitate. While cursing the other party in his heart, he was not vague and made a decision immediately-

"Don't turn around if you rush over. Follow me and kill the guy who shot the archery!"

While the bloodthirsty technique was still about ten seconds, Sarota didn't believe that his troops had no choice but to take these guys who didn't even bring weapons!

His prestige and dominance are undoubtedly highlighted at this moment. The wolf cavalrymen immediately carried out his orders - more than forty wolf cavalry who had chased him in front continued to chase human scouts, while Roddy followed Sarota and the only eight remaining orcs.

It was like a running water flowing suddenly divided into two channels, one was twenty-nine scouts and more than forty wolf cavalry, the other was Roddy, Sarota behind him and eight orcs...

"It's about to start..."

Soderol, who rushed to the front, turned his head and whispered. He saw Roddy's figure gradually disappearing into the mist deep in the swamp. What he thought about was the knowledge that Roddy had just taught him in the morning and the route that he had been remembered desperately - he knew very well that he would deal with the more than 40 wolf cavalry behind him. It was almost up to him to do so.

The sound of the war horses gasping for a long time echoed around, and the soldiers' faces were tense. Although they knew that this was a plan that had been made in advance, the uneasiness in their hearts was inevitable.

"Come on! Don't fall behind!"

Soderol's reminder made them look ahead with serious expressions - speaking of it, most soldiers had no other scenery in front of them, only the shaking backs of teammates in front of them, but the dull sound of the wolf running behind them made them not forget that this was a cruel battle wandering between life and death.

At this time, no one dared to look around. The entire team seemed to be united and quickly crossed the swamp with traps. The leader Soderol kept adjusting the direction, looking at the pools in front of him that could not see the rules at all. He desperately recalled what Roddy said in his morning and issued a loud command: "Turn left! Then turn right!"

The twenty-nine scouts stared at the backs of their companions in front of them, and began to turn continuously again like a swimming snake in a swamp.

After a few seconds, the wolf cavalry who almost caught up with the scout team suddenly began to slow down significantly - the side effects of the disappearance of the "bloodthirst Technique" finally began to appear!

"Continue! Don't stop - don't look back!"

Listening to the sound of the footsteps of the wolf behind him gradually became smaller, although Soderol finally breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, he did not relax any vigilance. He loudly directed the team to shuttle through such a narrow road, gradually throwing away the orcs behind him...

Despite this, the wolf cavalry behind did not give up because they understood that under such terrain restrictions, taking risks in front of the human race with just a "small" mistake will definitely lead to serious consequences of losing all the money!

What I have to do now is to stick behind these humans and wait for "reap profits" - the wolf cavalry don't believe it... In such a big swamp, the other party can make no mistake!

That is something that even the orcs who live on the grasslands all their lives cannot do.

But in my heart, the expected situation never happened. The humans in front of me kept turning left, right, left, and right, with no rules to follow - in order not to fall into the inexplicable puddle, the wolf cavalry were still carefully running back and forth with the trajectory of the war horses at first, but because of the slowdown, they could only watch the scout team that was already close to them gradually distanced themselves from them.

When the distance was opened, the land on the ground, which had already accumulated water, began to be difficult to identify the traces of the horse's hooves in the eyes of the wolf cavalry, and the tracks they followed began to become blurred. What made them even more collapsed was that when the distance between the two sides once again opened nearly a hundred meters, the wolf cavalry rushing in the front found that the swamp road ahead was originally full of hooves and prints suddenly became completely unrecognizable because of the emergence of a large shallow beach!

"It's going to be!"

The wolf cavalry rushing in front just had this idea, and the wolf under him stepped out of the air. He plunged into the puddle that seemed to be no different, but in fact it was more than one meter deep!

Then, "crackling" sounds sounded one after another. The wolf cavalry took the wrong path and almost half of the mud like a small pond were planted in this mud. Then the wolf cavalry who avoided wanted to slow down, but inevitably entered this swamp where they didn't know where they were. The wolf's claws inevitably fell into the mud.

In the end, only sixteen wolf cavalrymen were lucky enough to stop stepping on the solid mud and sand. When they looked around, they found that the remaining twenty-four teammates had all fallen into the pool, one by one, and they could not move.

An orc jumped off his mount and wanted to pull the wolf out, but found that his legs were also trapped in the mud.

An orc climbed out from the puddle, perhaps because there were few ponds or water sources in the orc kingdom, most of them could not swim, and even the puddles that were deep at waists still felt inexplicably afraid. Fortunately, the natural power helped a lot. After using a scimitar to scratch for a long time, he finally found a shallow. The orc who had drunk several sips of scorpion smelly water was about to get up with the force, but his face changed suddenly.

"There's something underneath! What's this - what the hell is this!?"

He kicked his legs desperately, but his body failed to move to the shallows close to him. There was unconcealed panic and fear in the shouts, and then it turned into a scream of pain.

"Damn it! What is this."

He waved the scimitar in his hand and slashed under him, but there was no way he could see what was so frightened in the turbid water. Just as an orc next to him got rid of the mud and crawled over to him to pull him over, the guy who was struggling suddenly cried out in pain, and then his whole body was dragged down from the water without warning!

Bubbles of gurgle rose, and the orc next to him stood there in a daze. His palm was hanging in the air, but he could no longer find the figure of the companion just now.

"How is this going--"

Not far away, an orc with legs stuck in the mud wanted to speak, but his body suddenly trembled, and then fell into a not-so-deep puddle, screaming and being pulled down.

Standing at the six orcs, they were stunned. They tried to help, but found that one comrade after another was dragged in by an unknown monster under the water, and even the wolves who had no time to escape were not spared!

In less than a minute, more than twenty orcs struggling in the pool were gone without a trace, leaving only sixteen orcs standing in place looking around in vain, frightened so much that they didn't even dare to move.

"What. What to do?"

One of the orcs looked stiffly at the swamp where there was no blood around them. The fear in his heart had reached its peak, and his legs were trembling slightly.

"Original road. Let's go back the same road-"
Chapter completed!