The charge of the Knights of the Silver Hand surged towards the orc infantry like an overwhelming force. If they were not affected by the bloodthirsty spell and their minds were temporarily controlled by the consciousness of bloodthirsty killing, they would be so fearless. Otherwise, no matter how brave the orc warriors were, they would not be able to face the orc infantry.
Facing such a stormy cavalry charge and oppression, I am afraid that my morale will collapse in an instant and I will turn around and run away.
At the moment when the two sides were in close combat, dozens of orc infantrymen in the front row were collided by war horses. They vomited blood and flew 2 to 30 yards. They hit the orcs in the back row and were killed.
The knights of the Silver Hand relied on the speed of their horses to wield heavy weapons such as battle axes, war hammers, and two-handed swords in their hands, constantly harvesting the lives of the orcs during the sprint.
Iloth held the Broken Star in his hand and had killed five orc warriors in a matter of seconds. The blood was spattered all over the armor, the cloak and the Sharma's vest, but there was no trace of blood on the Broken Star alone.
At this time, the commander of the orc infantry quickly sprinted towards Ilosu, and launched the warrior's special skill - rushing. When he was about to rush to 10 yards in front of Ilosu, he jumped up, jumped into the air, and swung his hands.
A rough giant ax made of rounded stainless steel was struck at Ilosu. Judging from the momentum, he vowed to cut Ilosu's man and his horse in half.
When the giant ax was only about 1 meter away from Iloth's head, Iloth had just killed an orc, and the Broken Star in his hand had not had time to defend himself. From the outside, this blow was unstoppable.
The orc commander laughed wildly, with a ferocious and terrifying face, and his eyes were full of bloodthirsty. He licked his long fangs with his thick tongue, thinking in his heart, "Kill this weak human who looks like a leader, and the other cowards of the human race will be overwhelmed."
If you hit me, the great beast god will definitely reward me..."
Before the orc commander's psychological drama was over, the giant ax struck Ilosu's head. In an instant, the silver light all over Ilosu's body surged, and the silver fighting spirit erupted. The orc commander felt a sudden explosion in front of his eyes.
Hua, the giant ax he held in both hands seemed to have struck the copper wall. His whole body was shaken, and he immediately flew backwards and fell dozens of yards away. At the same time, the giant axe, which was broken into several pieces, also flew out.
The orc commander's arms were completely broken. He struggled to get up. A sharp pain came from his chest. He spit out a large mouthful of blood. As soon as he raised his head with difficulty, he saw that the knight who had caused heavy damage to him had galloped in front of him. Before he could
When the knight's face was clearly seen, a huge blue sword appeared to be slow but was actually very fast. Like a lover's caress, it gently cut across the orc commander's neck, and a huge head rose into the sky.
After the big head fell to the ground and rolled around for several times, the orc commander's face still had his eyes wide open and an expression of disbelief, leaving only his headless body still standing.
When Elos rode far away on horseback, the headless body of the orc commander spurted out a stinking blood from the base of his neck. Three seconds later, the headless body slowly fell down.
"Ah, Kajinder was beheaded. How is that possible? He is a high-level warrior," the shaman in the orc group exclaimed.
After Iloth killed the orc commander Kajinder, the remaining Silver Hand knights had also slaughtered all the remaining orcs and were rushing towards Iloth to form a team. Iroth stood still and stared at the orc shaman.
In the direction, although they were wearing face-covering visors and couldn't see clearly their faces, it still made the large number of orcs, old, weak, women and children watching Iloth shudder, especially the orc shaman, who knew that the leader of the knights of the Silver Hand was already staring at him.
Fuck him.
The orc shaman no longer hid his figure, came out, and shouted to the other orcs in orc language: "You run north quickly, there is our large army not far away, I will stop these human pigs"!
Thousands of orcs, old, weak, women and children, even though they couldn't believe how powerful these human knights were, and wiped out nearly 300 brave orc warriors in a few rounds, they still didn't look back when they heard the orc shaman's order.
Escape to the north, hoping that most of the orcs ahead will arrive as soon as possible and kill all these human pigs.
Among the majority of the escaped orcs, dozens of juvenile orcs who were underage but already taller than human adults came out. They did not run away, but were unarmored and armed with extremely crude weapons such as sticks and axes.
Standing behind the shaman, he and the shaman must resist the human knights and buy time for the other orcs.
The orc shaman turned around and said to these brave young orcs: "Children, run quickly, you are the future of the orcs and the most precious seeds of the beast god. The rise of the empire depends on you. If you stay, you will only die in vain."
!
Seeing that these young orcs were indifferent and still wanted to fight side by side with the shaman, the shaman was so angry that he said: "Get out of here, you young bastards, you will only drag me down if you stay." After that, he waved the bone scepter and used it to
His body size increased by three points, exuding an unspeakable evil and frightening aura. These young orcs could not resist this terrifying aura, and fled in the direction of most of the orcs.
The orc shaman was relieved, holding the bone scepter, turned around and walked toward the Silver Hand knights with faltering steps.
At this time, the Knights of the Silver Hand have formed their team, ready to continue charging and continue to pursue most of the orcs. They saw the orc shaman walking towards them. They couldn't help but clenched their weapons, preparing to kill the shaman immediately after Iloth gave the order.
I am full of confidence, but at the same time I am full of vigilance. After all, spell casters are unpredictable and unpredictable, even the most rubbish orc shaman spell caster profession.
The orc shaman picked up the clan war flag that the orc warriors had left on the ground. This war flag had a rough painting of a crow, which was the flag of the Jackdaw Clan. The shaman inserted the jackdaw clan war flag into the snow.
Among them, he shouted in the orc language: "That coward who leads the human race, let's have a game of Makgora with me, Sakman, do you dare?"
Makgora (duel) is an ancient tradition of the orcs, a duel that challenges the leadership of the tribe (or a challenge to a certain clan or an enemy). The ancient tradition of Makgora is to fight until death.
stop.
The Knights of the Silver Hand have been fighting with the Orcs for thousands of years. In addition, the Orc language is relatively simple and is an isolated language with an undetermined language family. You can understand some Orc language. There are even knights who are proficient in Orc language in this knight squadron. In fact, just now
The knights of the Silver Hand could clearly hear most of the conversations between the shaman and the orcs.
When Elos saw the orc shaman Sakman proposed to play Makgora, he got off his horse, walked towards the orc shaman, and said in the orc language: "I agree with your request for Makgora."
"Your Excellency Iloth, please be careful, the despicable orcs don't know what despicable methods they will use," the captain of the Knights of the Silver Hand reminded Iloth.
Iloth waved his hand to express his acceptance, put the Broken Star on his shoulder, and walked towards Sakman with light steps, saying: "Makgora is the tradition of your orcs, and it has nothing to do with us."
"Why, human coward, are you afraid?" Sakman's question did not have any confidence at all, but it was full of the connotation of being strong on the outside and strong on the inside. He had just witnessed this thin human being kill them with one blow.
Orc commander, you must know that the orc commander is a high-level warrior, and the human in front of you is at least a bronze-level knight.
The power of Toril continent is divided into 8 levels, namely primary level, intermediate level, high level, bronze level, silver level, gold level, sanctuary, and legend.
No matter what profession it is, its strength is strictly divided according to 8 professional levels. Each stage has different abilities. Only by mastering the corresponding abilities can one enter this class. Each class is a crushing force on the previous class.
With this kind of suppression, it is basically impossible to fight beyond the level, because the crushing of the class is not only the crushing of absolute power, but also the control of higher-level abilities. These gaps are like a natural chasm, blocking those professionals who want to challenge the level.
In the continent of Toril, those below Bronze level can still use equipment or strategies to achieve leapfrog kills. Above Bronze level, the difficulty increases sharply, making it almost impossible.
Sakman knew that his strength was only slightly stronger than that of the orc commander who had just been killed. It seemed that he could only rely on the blood magic given by the beast god and the caster's innate advantages to defeat this human being.
"Although this human being is proficient in the orc language, he may not necessarily know that Makgora is not allowed to use spells. Now in order to delay time, he can only violate the tradition of Makgora. I hope the beast god can forgive me. After all, I am just
In order to kill that damn human bastard." Sakman thought to himself, and at the same time, regardless of whether Ilosu was ready or not, he took off the skull crest on his head and threw it at Ilosu.
The stench of the crest made of human skulls was thrown towards Iloth's face at high speed, and Iloth smashed the skull crest into pieces with a single strike of his sword. Sakman was ecstatic in his heart: "This stupid human being, oh, oh
,oh!”
The chopped skull instantly emitted black smoke, and in the blink of an eye, the strange black mist enveloped Iloth's body, making it impossible to see him clearly. The Knights of the Silver Hand looked at it with eyes splitting, thinking that Iloth was
When Loth encountered an unexpected incident, they all wanted to use their horses to rush forward and hack down the despicable orc.
Sakman looked up to the sky and laughed loudly: "You idiots, that is the poison given to me by the beast god. If you use a little trick, you can..."
Before Sakman could finish speaking, the strange black mist that shrouded Ilosu instantly dissipated and disappeared into the air. Only the silver fighting spirit of Ilosu's body was seen flashing away, as if he had just killed the orc commander.
, the silver fighting spirit light swept away the black fog, and then disappeared.
"Uh, this damn human is so strong." Sakman's face was full of disbelief. You must know that the human skull crown contained poison blessed by the orcs. It was with this hand that Sakman once killed
A Bronze-level warrior, the human skull crown was made from killed Bronze-level humans.
Seeing Elos getting closer and closer to him, Sakman recited a vague spell, and a bloody thick mist floated out from the bone scepter and attached to Sakman's body.
Smelling the smell of blood and killing, his eyes turned blood red, veins popped out all over his body, and his muscles gradually swelled, bursting through the animal skin he was wearing, and his upper body was stretched.
In addition to the explosive radiating knotted muscles on Sakman's upper body, there is also an octagonal emblem of the beast god. I don't know if it is the original tattoo or the sudden change.
At this time, Sakman was no longer like a spellcaster, but more like an orc warrior. After casting a bloodthirsty operation on himself, Sakman's mind was already extremely confused, brought about by the surge in strength and powerful body.
The side effect is loss of consciousness, especially under the influence of the bloodthirsty spell. There is only one thought in my mind: kill the human bastard in front of me.
Sakman raised the bone scepter in his hand and rushed toward Iloth at a very fast speed. Ilosu looked at the changed Sakman, frowned, and thought to himself: "The Beast God's
Believers are really so crazy, it is estimated that this shaman will also face a situation where the oil is exhausted after the spell is over."
The bone scepter in the shaman's hand swept towards Ilosu's head like a huge weight. After Ilosu crouched down slightly to avoid the blow, he quickly drew his sword and cut off the shaman's right hand holding the bone scepter.
The huge arm still held the bone scepter tightly and flew behind Elos, bringing out a large amount of smelly blood.
Even though Sakman's right arm was cut off, he seemed not to feel the pain. He still rushed towards Ilosu without changing his expression, trying to suppress Ilosu with his powerful body. Even though Sakman's strength surged, he was facing Ilosu at this time.
Loth also poses no threat.
Ilosu took a side step to the left to avoid a blow from Sakman's left arm, and then used the broken star at an extremely fast speed to penetrate Sakman's head from bottom to top, from the abdomen up, and stinking blood spurted out.
Sprayed on the armor on Iloth's right arm.
Even though his head suffered a penetrating injury, Sakman was still not dead. He was still struggling to give Iloth a fatal blow. Iloh quickly drew out the Broken Star and struck Sakman's struggling body with his backhand sword.
Owl leader, the orc shaman just fell to the ground motionless. The body of the dead orc shaman dried up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the green body turned into black and purple, just like a mummy buried in the desert for thousands of years.
"This beast god is really evil. Even if the shaman wins, he won't survive." The knights of the Silver Hand thought in unison. "The beast god is really evil, and his followers can only improve in this way."
strength."
Illos wiped the blood on his armor with the snow on the ground and said to the knight squadron leader who came over.
"Willir, we must capture a few orcs and find out what happened to these orcs. Listening to the previous conversations of these orcs, I am afraid that a new orc empire is slowly rising, and it is gathering most of the orcs in the fringe areas.
In order to further strengthen their power, we must move quickly. The real elite and most of the orcs are not far to the north, and now I am afraid that we have received news that they are approaching here."
Willier nodded, "Your Majesty, let us collect the lances and javelins that are still usable, just in case. In the battle just now, one person was seriously injured, two people were slightly injured, and two horses were also lost.
Several orc wargs took advantage of our visual blind spots to sneak attack the brothers behind, but fortunately no one was killed."
"Well, arrange for a few people to escort the wounded to retreat first, pass my order, assemble the team and pursue northward. We will retreat after catching a few survivors who look smarter. We can't be too lazy to fight. Also, take away the dead horses in pieces.
We don't have enough food reserves." Speaking of the dead horses, Elos felt helpless.
In the hearts of the Knights of the Silver Hand, war horses are comrades in arms. If the situation at hand is not urgent and the time out is too long, resulting in insufficient rations, even if the war horse is killed in battle, the war horse's meat will not be eaten.
After receiving the order, Willier immediately issued orders to the Silver Hand knights. It took only a moment to reorganize the formation and arrange for five knights to wait for the wounded to evacuate. As the order was issued, the Silver Hand knights rushed towards the fleeing orc elders.
Weak women and children chased after him.
These old, weak, women and children of the orcs are actually mostly female orcs and underage orcs. The prime-age male orcs of the tribe have been incorporated into the orc army to go to the core area of the grassland first. The female orcs and underage orcs are not strong enough, so
My feet were slower and I fell behind.
As for the elderly orcs, due to the lack of resources in the grassland, especially in the snow season, the tribe's rations are seriously insufficient, so the elderly orcs have been abandoned. They will not survive more than one night in this cold snowfield.