"Run away, run away quickly, the enemy is coming, the enemy is coming!"
"If you want to survive, run away quickly. If you can't stop it, we can't stop it. That's not a human being. That's not a human being."
"The enemy is coming, run away for your life!"
What makes the situation even worse is that there seems to be an enemy in the endless darkness.
From time to time, Odin orcs would rush into Chief Greg's camp, shouting from the darkness.
What is the enemy like?
What's the quantity?
Infantry or cavalry?
From which direction did the killing come?
But faced with Chief Greg's continuous questioning, these panicked Odin orcs retreated, and most of them didn't know what to ask.
Needless to say, this kind of person is probably scared to pieces by himself or other defeated soldiers. He may even have never seen the enemy at all. What he shouts is not necessarily what he saw with his own eyes, but what he heard from other people.
There's hearsay there.
There are also a small number of people who have fought against each other, and what they say is vague and does not have much reference value.
The caliber is relatively uniform in that the other party comes with endless holy light, cutting through the darkness, like an angel from heaven, and it is impossible to look directly at them, let alone see their appearance clearly.
But every blow they make is so terrifying that even the most powerful Odin orc warrior will be knocked away by them.
Raging golden flames spurted out from their hands, burning everything around them, as if all the darkness was burned away.
No Odin orc camp can resist them.
Those Odin orcs who didn't know anything about it were defeated and killed by Greg.
Those Odin orcs who seemed to have brought real information were defeated, and they also suffered the same fate.
It's not that Chief Greg doesn't believe them at all, but what they say is too absurd and will only bring low morale to their tribe, further destroying them, and has no other use.
But he soon discovered that doing so was in vain.
The number of Odin's orcs' defeated troops was too great.
At the beginning, there were only three or two, and slowly turned into a dozen, dozens, and finally turned into hundreds or hundreds of people fleeing. I am afraid that this is the main force of an entire small tribe. They
This is the collapse of the whole.
In addition, more and more defeated troops are sending a signal to Chief Greg.
The enemy is advancing towards his camp.
It can also be said that his camp is on the path of the opponent's advance.
The reason is very simple. When people collapse, they will instinctively run away from the enemy.
Chief Greg ordered the tribal soldiers to light more bonfires to illuminate the surroundings, and at the same time further gathered the tribal soldiers, directly shutting out the broken soldiers and allowing them to escape in a detour.
At this time, gathering these broken troops seems at first glance to be a way to strengthen one's own strength.
But in the eyes of veterans with rich combat experience, that is a very stupid behavior.
Because the courage of these defeated troops had been completely lost in the previous defeat, and they had tasted the sweetness of escaping.
The next time they encounter a slightly stressful battle, their first thought is to run away.
Once this happens, a chain reaction is likely to occur, leading to other soldiers fleeing together, eventually leading to an even greater rout.
Chief Greg's explanation of these principles was not very thorough. He just acted based on his previous experience.
It's just human beings' phototaxis that caused many Odin orcs to follow the light involuntarily and gathered around Chief Greg's camp, begging and begging for protection one by one.
"Chief Greg, we are our own people. I am Snoopy, the leader of the Fang Tribe. We have drank and hunted together before. Please give us a way to survive and let us join you.
Only by joining forces can we have a greater chance of survival."
"Let us in, we are all Odin's family, why should we be turned away?"
"Get away quickly and don't block our way. You want to die, but we don't want to die. The enemies are coming to kill us soon. Thousands of them, endless. With this small number of people, you can't resist them at all."
"If you don't want to die, just run away with us."
"The doomsday has come, and the sun will never rise again. No matter where we escape, we cannot escape the fate of death, because the messenger of death is chasing us."
The attitude of the Odin orcs who were blocked by Chief Gregg's retreating troops quietly changed as their numbers grew.
From the beginning of friendship and begging, it turned into a desperate threat, and finally the conflict escalated and they drew swords on each other. For some reason, both sides appeared more violent than usual.
They may not have the courage to face that kind of unknown enemy, but they have the courage to face the tribesmen who block their escape route.
The darkness shrouding the sky not only obscured their sight, but also aroused the violent emotions in their hearts.
"kill!"
"kill!"
"kill!"
Another larger wave of Odin orcs arrived.
Compared with the previous rout, the new wave of rout was larger in scale, more miserable in appearance, smelled obviously of gunpowder smoke, and looked more panicked.
Because what followed them like a shadow was a continuous cry of killing.
Countless voices shouted in the same tune, like thunder, the sound was deafening.
"Get out of the way, don't block the way, the enemy is coming."
"Get out of the way, get out of the way quickly!"
"Whoever blocks my way, I will let him die!"
This wave of broken troops crashed into Greg's tribe, ignoring their warnings and just charging forward, fearing that if they fell one step behind, they would be overtaken by the enemies behind them.
"Fire arrows! Don't let them disrupt our formation." Chief Greg gave the order for an indiscriminate attack without hesitation.
Because he knew that once this wave of brainless troops rushed in, no matter whether they were followed by a powerful enemy or not, his tribe would join the ranks of the troops and jump into the endless darkness, risking the lives of their people.
It is completely left to the hands of luck, and there will be no chance of another wave.
"Ahhhh..."
Countless arrows fell, preparing to break up and flee the enemy, but countless people died in the hands of their own people.
"The golden messengers of death are really the golden messengers of death. It turns out they didn't lie to us. They are really covered in golden light."
"We can't stop it. How can a mortal stop the messenger of death?"
"Don't panic. They are human beings. They are just a group of people with golden light on their bodies. Listen to the sound of horse hooves and resist them. Only by resisting them can we have a chance to survive. Shoot the arrows. Hurry and shoot the arrows."
There was also a commotion in Greg's department.
Behind the defeated soldiers, countless golden balls of light were seen, tearing through the darkness and rushing out.
The golden light is so dazzling that it makes people unable to look directly.
However, if you look carefully, you can still see the outline of a person. It is a lancer sitting on a horse.
These golden light cavalry were merciless in their attacks. Their sharp spears could easily tear and pierce the bodies of the defeated soldiers who had no fighting spirit, leading them to charge forward wildly.
What those defeated soldiers said about them couldn't help but come to the minds of those Odin orcs, causing their movements to stagnate involuntarily.
But the instinct of soldiers made them land the sharp arrows on them after hearing the order.
"How is that possible?"
"how so?"
"Are they really invulnerable?"
What followed was an incredible exclamation.
Because those sharp arrows fell on those golden knights, as if they were shot on a smooth semicircle, and were severely deflected. Not to mention hitting the opponent, not even the golden light could completely penetrate.
This is further devastation for the Odin Orcs, who themselves are not very popular.
If they can't even break through each other's defense, how can they fight this battle?
When the Odin Orcs hesitated to continue shooting arrows, the Golden Light Lancers were already running at high speed.
Zheng! Zheng! Zheng!
When they actually fought, those Odin orcs discovered that the opponent was not really invulnerable.
The layer of golden light emitted from their bodies is more like a force field, with a certain ability to deflect attacks against the owner.
However, the power of this force field is relatively limited. It is relatively easy to use against the hunting bows of Odin orcs, but its effectiveness drops sharply against close attacks, especially powerful and heavy close attacks.
But the problem is, even discovering this is useless.
Those Golden Light Lancers obviously have extraordinary fighting skills.
The lance in their hands is not only as flexible as a giant python, but also has amazing strength. Many Odin orcs, who are famous for their brute strength, have not been able to gain favor in their hands.
Chief Gregg was at the forefront. The name of the second warrior of the Theodin Empire was not just for boasting. With a broadsword dancing, Huhushengfeng not only withstood the Golden Light Lancers, but also defeated three of them in one fight.
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The close contact finally allowed him to clearly see the appearance of these golden light lancers, and he couldn't help shouting in shock: "Are you Andis people?"
He was answered with a fiercer attack, and the Golden Light Lancers showed no intention of introducing themselves.
While he was fighting with these Golden Lancers, more Golden Lancers rushed into their camp.
In addition, these golden light lancers also guarded strange chariots glowing with golden light.
The main body of the golden chariot is a golden pillar, with golden thunder and lightning flashing on it. Following the control of the golden figure above, golden lightning struck down one after another.
If we talk about the attack of the Golden Lancers, those Odin orcs can still dodge it.
There is absolutely no way to avoid this kind of golden thunder and lightning.
This kind of golden thunder and lightning is not just a random attack, it is specifically looking for those Odin orcs who seem to be difficult to deal with to open a breakthrough.
Chief Greg, the thorn in his side, naturally became their focus.
Golden thunder and lightning struck him one after another.
This kind of golden thunder and lightning is inherently faster than human beings can dodge, let alone when Chief Greg is entangled by several Golden Light Lancers.
There was absolutely no chance of escaping, he was hit by three thunderbolts in a row.
The lethality of this kind of golden thunder and lightning is not as great as imagined, at least not to the extent that it can kill people with one strike like thunder and lightning in a thunderstorm.
But the feeling of thunder and lightning passing through the body was definitely unpleasant, and the whole body was shaking involuntarily. Even if Chief Greg didn't look in the mirror, he knew that at that moment, he was absolutely crooked.
The most terrible thing is that he is surrounded by several golden light lancers with rich combat experience.
They have obviously received special training and are very aware of the enemy's reaction after being struck by golden lightning. Before the golden lightning strikes, they are already defensive and accumulating strength.
The moment Chief Greg was paralyzed by golden lightning was also the moment they launched their fatal attack.
There was no fourth golden thunderbolt that fell on Chief Greg, because when the third golden thunderbolt fell, the champion knight with the title of second warrior in the Theodin Empire was already dead.
Whether it was the golden chariot or the golden lancers besieging him, they passed directly by him, as if they had done an insignificant thing.
Compared to the nightmare-like enemies they had fought recently, enemies like Chief Greg who only had brute strength but no weird tricks were too easy to deal with.
"The chief is dead!"
"Chief Greg is dead!"
"The chief is dead, Chief Greg is dead, we can't stop him, everyone should run for their lives!"
However, Chief Greg's death was a fatal blow to the Odin orcs of the Greg tribe who encouraged and supported him.
The fact that they were able to garrison here to fight against the night raiders instead of joining the broken army was largely due to Chief Greg's tough attitude.
His bravery is well-known in the tribe, and following the strong is the consistent style of the Odin orcs.
Compared to running around in the night, you have a better chance of surviving by following a strong man.
It's just that in their minds, the indomitable strong man couldn't even sustain for ten minutes under the opponent's mixed attack.
How could ordinary Odin orcs be their opponents?
Immediately, the morale of the Greg tribe was like a flood that had opened a floodgate, pouring out thousands of miles. They also joined the ranks of the defeated troops that had been blocked by them before, running in a direction away from the enemy, and plunged into the invisible night.
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When they arrive in front of other tribes that are still barely able to maintain intact structures, their situation will be exactly the same as the defeated troops they faced before.
Either they will be shot to death by their own people with random arrows, or they will become the vanguard of these enemies and help them break up their own people's defensive formations, allowing them to join the defeated ranks faster.
"We surrender, don't kill us, we surrender!"
There were also desperate Odin orcs who lost all their courage and knelt down begging for surrender.
But what greeted them was cold and merciless spears.
Those golden light lancers, like cold robots, pierced their chests directly.
They used practical actions to show what they were doing and they took no prisoners.
They have only two choices, escape or die.
Those Odin orcs were desperate and could only jump up from the ground one by one, like bereaved dogs, and joined the fleeing ranks.
The defeat is like a plague, spreading in the winter of Hairi in a snowballing manner.