Chapter 450: Repulse
A bullet ended Gunther's charge.
The bullet hit his left arm, the arm holding the shield.
Now he knows that even his own metal shield cannot stop that evil wand.
At the moment of being hit, although I felt pain, it was not the severe pain I expected.
He only felt a huge impact entering his body, as if someone had hit him hard with a sledgehammer, followed by a feeling of numbness.
However, after a few breaths, a strong burning sensation came from the left arm, and the pain began to suddenly intensify, as if a wasp was constantly biting the arm, seemingly without end.
Gunther resisted the severe pain and tried to raise his arm, but then it seemed as if the arm was disconnected from his body, feeling empty and unable to exert any strength.
The shield had already fallen from his hand and fell to the ground. His body also made a clang. He lost his balance and fell down, rolling down the hillside.
"Lord Gunther!"
Seeing that the young master was injured, the orcs who were still intact no longer cared about dealing with humans, and rushed over to rescue Gunther.
Matthew held up the musket, endured the choking smell of smoke, and took a deep breath.
It can be seen that he shot a big shot, he was really lucky.
He couldn't help but kiss the musket in his hand. Sure enough, the fire rate of the matchlock gun was stable. If they were carrying a flintlock gun, the terrible misfire rate would definitely drive him crazy! No, maybe the orcs would rush up and hack him to death before he went crazy.
Thanks also for the good weather today, it didn’t rain.
The pressure on the human position was lightened. Several orcs broke through the obstacles and jumped into the trench (let's call it that for the time being). They were killed with swords by the members of the exploration team who had a numerical advantage.
The orcs are indeed powerful. Even their death struggles have injured many people. They close their eyes and shoot out terrifying and ferocious gazes.
The orcs who gave up the attack at the bottom of the hillside dragged their still-breathing companions and angrily ran away until they disappeared into the dense forest from whence they came.
"Victory! We have won!"
"We actually defeated the orcs!"
Huge cheers erupted in the "trench."
These orcs, who were once described by humans in exaggerated terms, were used by the old ladies in the northwest bay to scare their grandchildren who would not sleep well, but they were defeated in their hands.
The team members went out of the shallow depression to check on the killed orcs. Their guide, the dwarf Emaar, came to help enthusiastically. If he encountered someone who was still weakly breathing, he would decisively end their suffering with a knife.
They found a total of 18 orc corpses, 10 of them were only wrapped in animal skins, 6 were wearing armor made of bones, and only 2 were wearing chain armor and scale armor.
“Their iron smelting technology is not very good? So metal is very precious in the orc tribe.”
Emaar explains.
"Of course, even if they are all wearing metal armor, they will probably have no effect in front of your wands."
At this time, the dwarves have completely given up on plundering human property.
Now he is thinking about how to lead humans to another hidden road. This road is a dead end. Alas, what reason should I come up with to explain this?
How about sneaking away while they are sleeping? No, there is still a bag of silver coins waiting for me.
Gunther's fool who underestimated the enemy had already cost him a lot of wealth, so he couldn't lose even this bag of silver coins.
As the members of the exploration team cleaned the battlefield and treated wounds, the sun gradually set and night fell quietly.
People set up tents and lit bonfires. Unfortunately, three of their reindeer were lost during the battle.
The dwarf Emaar traces a route on the ground with branches in front of Stamford.
"Humans, I think we should go another route."
Stanford: "Why?"
"I'm afraid that if I continue walking along this line, I may encounter other ambushed orcs on the way. These damn barbarians actually broke into the sacred place of our dwarves. The territory and the mountains are no longer safe.”
After the day’s battle, the dwarves spoke to them in a much kinder tone.
“You are saying that the orcs in the forest have begun to invade Rocky Mountain?” “It is entirely possible, but I don’t know whether it is a large-scale invasion or a small-scale harassment.”
"So other routes may not be safe, and there may be orcs coming out."
"But it is still less likely than the current road where orcs have appeared."
Stanford He rubbed his chin and said, "Let me think about it."
He always felt that there was something strange about today's attack.
At this time, he heard someone yelling. When he looked up, he was so scared that his whole body went cold.
Dots of fire appeared from a distance, getting more and more, getting closer and closer.
"Is it the orcs? Their large army is coming. We should move early."
Stanford regretted it, how could he forget this.
"Wait! That's..." the dwarf Emaar yelled.
"That's not an orc! It's a dwarf, a dwarf from the Hammer clan. Humans, listen carefully..."
Yimar rolled his eyes and had an idea. He said to Stanford in a quick tone: "If you want to cross the mountain safely, you must explain to them what I said."
"Just say that I - a dwarf - was chased by orcs, You rescued me after passing by. And then you asked like this..."
"Can...this be fooled?"
"Hey, aren't there those eighteen corpses next to me? Is that proof?”
Stanford scratched his head and said, “Okay, we’ll talk about it later, but your fellow tribesmen won’t attack us right away?”
Emar patted his chest, "Don't worry, you are only on the periphery and haven't really entered Rocky Mountain yet. We dwarves are not a bloodthirsty race... most of them."
...
" Emaar! It’s you bastard!”
The leading dwarf recognized Emaar, and Stanford also recognized him. He was the first dwarf in the Blood Ox tribe to reject him.
"Oh! My dear brother, I was almost torn alive by dozens of orc barbarians. How did you find this place?"
Balash said seriously: "In the afternoon, the ranger heard the roar and strange noises of orcs nearby. Did orcs really come here?"
"Yes! A large group!" Imma Er waved his hands dramatically.
"Countless orcs emerged from the dense forest like a tide. Fortunately, my ax is not a vegetarian, and these passing humans also helped a little."
"Then how did you come here? This road..."
Imar covered Balash's mouth, glanced at Stanford and saw nothing unusual, and whispered to Balash Shi Er explained: "I can't lead them to the right path, can I? I am the hero of the Hammer clan, and I will be rewarded with several jars of fine wine when I return."
Barash ignored Emaar's boast and turned to look at Stanford.
"Humans, why do you appear here."
"Uh..."
"Crossing the Rocky Mountains, right? I remember you were in the Blood Ox Tribe Just look for guides all over the world.”
“I admit it.”
Barash did not continue the interrogation, but went to examine the orc's body. Fierce fighting did take place here.
Stanford followed and said: "I hope you can give us some guidance on our way back home."
The dwarf hesitated for a moment and said: "Okay! After all, you saved me. He is a member of our clan, but he still needs the approval of the clan leader.”
Stanford was overjoyed, something was coming.
(End of this chapter)