"Sir, the troops responsible for the blocking are ready. Are they going to attack now?" A pig-headed man said to Maros while eating. However, his appearance was not good, but there was no waste at all. He didn't even fall into the ground. You know, they were eating shredded bread. Along the way, these five hundred pig-headed men were eating and running, and their speed was calculated completely according to their appetite. At the fastest time, the Winged Man felt that they were like real wild boars, rushing around and unstoppable. The infantry alone could actually surpass the cavalry behind. How did this unit train?

After three days of adaptation and continuous investigation, the rat man Malos showed command ability beyond the cognition of the Wingman. Sometimes in the sky, he couldn't help but think, but how could the two fists-sized heads turn so fast? Of course, it was much worse than that of the Ghost Chou. Once he had this idea, the trace of inferiority in the winged man's heart disappeared. He shook his head slightly and threw distracting thoughts out of his mind. The Winged man began to listen to the arrangements of the rat man attentively.

When the rat man finished speaking, the winged man realized that it seemed that there was nothing he had done in the whole process...

"Maylor Malos, then what am I responsible for?" The Winged Man pointed at himself with a not-so-strong finger under his wing, with a look of confusion. Marlos narrowed his rat eyes and said, "You should go and report to the God Envoy now. When we go to Tail, we will go to Crescent Moon City by ourselves. What happened next is the core secret of the Orc Empire. You don't have the authority to know that this is a military order. I think your master should teach you that you must obey the order, right?"

The winged man nodded and looked at the pig-headed men who were still eating bread, found an open space, flapped their wings and flew towards the direction of the crescent moon city. He originally wanted to turn back secretly, but soon he discovered that the master named Maros had expected that after he made a series of sign languages ​​on the ground, the winged man could only leave in shame.

Military sticks are not something he can bear, but he didn't expect that he still understood the military laws of Crunk Moon City, which was a discovery.

Just after confirming that the Winged Man had left, Malos finally breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the griffin cavalry in the sky split into two followers. After the Winged Man's observation, there were only three griffin cavalry on the other side. If the handling was done properly, the remaining griffin cavalry would be easier to deal with. He patted the long sword around his waist. Malos sneered and ordered: "Everyone is there, prepare for combat!"

That night, the rebel camp.

For three consecutive days, they were so far away by those dirty pig-headed men. The team responsible for chasing exuded a sense of resentment from top to bottom. Today, they followed the other side for a long distance. This time they finally caught up with each other. The distance between the two sides was only about twenty miles. The other side was tired of running, but the same was true for their own war horses, so the commander ordered camping on the spot and to take down the enemy in one fell swoop tomorrow.

The soldiers who had been tired for a day finally breathed a sigh of relief. Those damn pig-headed men were really strange. Such endurance was unheard of. Even the orcs were exhausted. Now they have been chased for three days. The stupid pigs who were so fat that they were finally unable to stand it and were caught in their tails.

It seemed that they knew they were about to be destroyed, so they sent the only air force, which should be flying to Crouching Moon City for help. Unfortunately, they did not expect that they also had air force, and there were three. In order to intercept the Winged Man seeking help, the commander specially sent two of the three griffin cavalry to pursue, and the rest was responsible for monitoring the surrounding area of ​​the camp and monitoring the other party's military camp.

At least now, in terms of intelligence, we have the advantage, but after chasing for so long, it always makes people feel angry. These damn pig tricks!

A light sound came from the sky. It was the griffin cavalry who came back to report the situation. The moon shone on the sky, and the moonlight illuminated the surroundings of the camp like day. After reporting all the normal news, the griffin cavalry took his griffin back to his residence. Tonight he had another reconnaissance mission. Now, he needs a good rest and take the griffin to a special house. After the cavalry comforted the griffin, he returned to his tent.

While the time was still enough, he needed to take a nap. Just as he was about to fall asleep, a griffin's uneasy scream suddenly came from the house. The sound was very abnormal, and it was mixed with fear! The cavalry immediately woke up and lifted the curtain of his tent, but suddenly felt a chill of throat. The strength disappeared quickly with the chill. The cavalry with his neck was unable to turn his head at all, because the force from the sword that penetrated his neck could only make him watch the scene in front of him blur, and then it was darkness.

If someone stood in front of the cavalry, he could see that the one that penetrated the cavalry's neck was a thin sword, and the one holding the sword was a thick tail!

Maros twisted his body slightly, breathed a sigh of relief, shook the thin sword wrapped around his tail, then put the sword into the sheath, spreading out his furry palm, which was a black object on it, and this thing that was only the size of a thumb was the origin of the griffin's restlessness.

"This thing works." Maros tsk twice, and saw that no one around had noticed it. He put his hands on the shoulders of the cavalry and brought the body into the tent. Now the pursuit army has no eyes from heaven. So what remains is to look at his own performance. He deserves the unluckyness of these human races. He is really arrogant and thinks that he can bully the few. Since he is so worthy of it and sent so many pursuers, it is probably not good if he doesn't give a good response.

He sneered and went to the griffin's house and rushed into it easily. The three thin swords on his waist rushed straight to the griffin's throat. The already panicked griffin was instantly hit. The thin swords came forward and backward. The griffin died before he even had time to scream. After solving the final problem, Maros killed two soldiers guarding the door from the inside out, and then leaned down and withdrew from the camp calmly.

By the time the enemy discovered the bodies of the griffins and cavalry, it was already dozens of breaths later, and at this time, the rat man had already arrived on a dead tree a few miles away from the enemy camp.

Looking back at the campfire behind him, Malos touched his beard and then took out a circular cylinder from his sleeve. The cylinder was black all over, but there was a white rope at the tail. The cold wind passed by, and the branches of the dead tree swayed in the wind. Malos also swayed in the wind and did not fall. After pulling off the white rope, white smoke began to emit from the column. After the wind blew, the smoke became thinner and finally disappeared without a trace. However, soon on the front of Malos, that is, to the south, a thick roar was heard against the wind.

Hearing this response, Malos turned leisurely, then looked indifferently at the campfire swaying in chaos, but his eyes were as cold and ruthless as if he saw a dead object.

The roar became louder and closer. Under the moonlight, a red figure, like a ghost, headed towards the direction pointed by the Maros sword with two golden lights. Following him were more red figures. The roar was so loud that even Maros couldn't help but show a look of pain. However, he was still used to coming over and then turned over and followed the figures and rushed towards the enemy's camp.

At this moment, the camp, which was in panic due to the sudden murder of the griffin cavalry and griffin, finally heard the roars that made people feel like an ice cave. "Enemy attack!" A shrill roar sounded in the camp. The soldiers who had not yet recovered from their shock were more in panic. The commanders tried their best to collect the soldiers, and even pulled out their knives to chop people. The camp, which saw the blood, finally calmed down. The soldiers began to put on their equipment in panic, picked up weapons, and then waited quietly for the enemy to rush forward.

"Discover...the enemy! They are those pig-headed men!" A soldier in charge of the outpost ran into the camp with horror, and then shouted in despair: "Escape quickly! They are not ordinary orcs!"

"Disturbation Army..." The general led by the general was furious when he heard the sentry's words. The long sword in his hand was about to fall, but suddenly he saw that the color of the outside of the camp suddenly changed! It was a terrifying red line connected. The knife in the general's hand stopped for a moment and shouted loudly: "Archer, shoot them to death, launch! Attack!"

Regarding the unknown, no matter which race, their first thought was fear. If they were not dead, they would turn into curiosity. However, this general never had the chance to reach the second stage, because just after he gave the order, his fear turned into deep despair like the soldiers in front of him.

The bows and arrows could not play any role at all, and the monsters who were not sure about what they were wearing continued to charge without feeling at all. The feather arrow shot three rounds and rushed to the camp without any injury. In the next moment, the pig-headed men wearing red armor hit the fence outside the camp and immediately rushed to the fence and rebel.

Just as the fence collapsed, the horse was tilted, the pig-headed soldiers rushed into the camp howled, and then the only equipment on their heads, the helmet with two sharp corners, became the most terrifying weapon under the moonlight.

A soldier holding a shield in his hand had just had time to make a defensive move when he felt a huge force coming from the shield. Then, before he could react, a severe pain came from the side of the body used to withstand the shield. When he fell to death, his face still had an incredible look before his death. This was an imperial shield, and it was pierced through it in just a moment. What kind of monster are these pig-headed men?

That night, none of the rebels responsible for pursuing escaped and were wiped out.

Outside the walls of Crunk Moon City, Gui Chou looked at the two falling figures and said coldly: "Pick it up and eat it." Then a trace of expectation appeared in his eyes.
Chapter completed!