Grim and the orc wolf cavalry behind him felt very sorry for their mounts. Grim raised his hand to stop the team from continuing to pursue. If they wanted to continue the pursuit, they had to wait for their mounts to regain their strength.
The elves running in front saw them stop chasing and stopped in the distance. They looked at each other from a distance and did not come close. The elves only watched from a place that was almost within the range of an arrow.
Grim wanted to get the orcs off their mounts so that their mounts could rest, but the elves stopped and watched just short of an arrow's range. He was worried that if he got off his mounts, the elves would come within range and shoot arrows at them, so he was also worried now.
.
He only has 50 cavalry, and he can't rush out half of them to let the other half rest. He also doesn't know if they rush out halfway and the opponent has four times more troops than he has, will they still escape? He thinks the elves will run away.
It is unlikely that half of the cavalry will become a hornet's nest if they clash with each other to catch up. However, if they don't drive away these elves, the whole team will not dare to get off their mounts to rest. This is really a dilemma.
"Elves are all cowards, there are no warriors! More than 100 people were chased by 50 of us, and they were like mice that could only run away." Grim shouted at the elves.
"We are all warriors!" the elves responded happily.
"They belong to the warriors. Which one of you dares to come out and challenge me?" Grim laughed loudly at the elf.
"We all dare!" The elves shouted in unison again, as if they were afraid that he wouldn't hear, and their tone was full of laughter: "We all like single fights and don't like group fights. If you don't believe it, come here alone, we
A hundred people will challenge you alone!"
Grim was angry, but he really didn't have the ability to pick out more than 100 people by himself. Who doesn't like this kind of one-on-one duel? Hundreds of people beat one person! It's obviously a group fight! It just depends on whether it's a one-on-one fight.
It depends on which angle you look at the problem. Anyway, you can say that he singled out a hundred people, or you can say that a hundred people beat him up. If elves can be considered warriors in this way, then everyone in this world is a warrior.
Grim shouted angrily: "You are all despicable hooligans and cowards! If you have the ability, fight with 50 of us in an upright manner. There are more than 100 of you and only 50 of us. Do you have the courage? A bunch of cowards, you are not worthy."
Called a warrior."
Lor'themar sighed, thinking that the officer had guessed it again. He took out a piece of white cloth from the package, pulled out an arrow from the quiver on his back and put it on. Looking around, he selected the most conspicuous big one.
He bent his bow and shot at the tree, and easily nailed the arrow pierced with white cloth to the trunk of the tree.
With a "snatch" sound, the arrow was nailed to the tree trunk with great force, and the arrow shaft buzzed and trembled, shaking the white cloth away. The wind blew through the white cloth and fluttered in the wind like a flag. Three very, very big words were written on the white linen cloth.
word.
Lor'themar turned back to the elves and said, "Tell him that we are the best warriors, and if we have the ability, we can ask them to come over. We will not run and fight with them."
"Really fight them?" asked the elf next to him.
"Fight! But after only hitting a wave of arrows, we turn around and run. Remember to only hit the mounts and not the people." Lor'themar said: "These dozens of orcs don't have shaman following them. Let's turn them into infantry."
Play them slowly.”
"Didn't you say you wouldn't run?" the elf soldier asked.
"Idiot! Can't you read what's written on the white cloth? Lor'themar cursed.
The Elf Rangers carefully looked at the words on the white linen cloth, and couldn't help but laugh out loud, thinking that the orcs would be mad if they didn't see these words. So they shouted to the orcs in unison: "
We are warriors! We are warriors! If you have the ability, rush over and fight us to the death."
Derem saw the elves hanging the white flag, and really didn't know what they wanted to do. Suddenly he heard that the other party decided to fight them, and he was stunned, but he was a little hesitant. These cunning and timid elves would agree with just a few words.
Confronted them head-on? He couldn't believe his ears.
"Did I hear you right?" He turned to the orcs beside him and asked, "Are they going to confront us head-on?"
"Yes! Captain, you heard it right. They told us to rush over and fight to the death." The orcs were a little excited. After such a long chase, the group of elves finally dared to fight with them.
"Isn't there some trap?" At this time, Grim also felt the same pressure as the leader.
"What are you afraid of? Let's charge again. If they run away, we won't chase them. If they don't run away, wouldn't it be a good fight?" The orc next to him said, "Crush them all."
"Okay! Charge once." Grim made a decisive decision. He raised his hand and shouted: "Get ready... to charge."
The orcs tightened their grip on the wargs and adjusted their offensive posture.
"Charge!" Grim yelled, lowering his hands and clamping the wolf between his legs, and rushed out first. The wolf cavalry behind him was not far behind, driving his mount almost at the same time, sprinting at the fastest speed. The orc wolf cavalry were full of pride,
Murderous.
"Raise the bow and load the arrow!" Lor'themar raised the bow in his hand, nocked the long arrow, and shouted calmly.
"Ready... release!" Lor'themar released a long arrow aimed at Grim's mount.
Whoosh, whoosh, there was the sound of multiple sharp swords piercing the air, and arrows flew like locusts like the orcs and wolf cavalry.
Lor'themar didn't wait to see the result of the battle, turned the wolf's head and ran back quickly.
The rangers had received the order early, so naturally they would not stop for long. After releasing the arrows, they took the bow in one hand and the rope in the other, and drove the chocobo to escape quickly backwards.
Seeing the arrows being shot at his mount, Grim picked up his ax and blocked the arrows for his mount.
"Despicable!" Grim roared angrily, and when he raised his head, he saw that the elf had turned its head, and was about to escape again.
Wanting to run away again? How shameless! Didn't you agree to fight to the death? Why did you agree not to run away? He was reckless, but not stupid. He knew that he had been deceived by the elves again.
"Stop! Stop!" Grim shouted, waving his arms.
But how can the charging cavalry stop? The speed has just reached its highest point, and a certain distance is needed to buffer it. No cavalry dares not to increase the speed to the extreme within the range of the bow and arrow. The charging orc cavalry gradually slows down.
At a slow speed, it was only when they reached the place where the elves stopped just now that they could stop their momentum.
Grim looked around at the cavalry. No one was hit by arrows, but there were more than 30 wargs hit by arrows, which was already more than half.
"Quickly pull out the arrows from the wargs, their arrows are poisonous!" Grim's heart trembled, and he somewhat understood the intentions of these elves. He shouted: "Help the wargs squeeze out the poisonous blood near the wound.
Apply the wound medicine again, and the others will be on the alert."