Chapter 314: Riding alone into the formation, hijacking the camp, it’s like entering an uninhabited land! (10K)
The Wild Hunt often appears in the northern winter.
Last year, Yeats met the Wild Hunt knight holding the flag. At that time, he had no power to fight back and was extremely afraid of the King of the Wild Hunt.
This year?
Use the Little Yellow Book as a gift and say hello to the King of the Wild Hunt, and he will be willing to give you a blessing.
There is no delay!
Yeats took a look at the newly learned combat skills, the Wild Hunt Footwork.
This is a common combat skill among Wild Hunt knights. It integrates offense and defense. It can instantly open up the body while also swinging out slashes. The special effects are not flashy, but practical, and extremely effective in duels.
Yeats nodded with satisfaction, ordered the army to repair the leeward slope in situ after the blizzard receded, and asked the Frostwind Witch to reorient itself.
The Frostwind Witch knows the snowy mountains well and is an excellent guide, quickly establishing new routes.
"According to what you said, in order not to be discovered by the orc spies, I chose a more remote mountain road."
The Frostwind Witch said: "Fortunately, these people are riding frost wolves. I You can reach your destination in less than five days."
"Five days is too long." Yeats frowned, "Soldiers need to be quick, the sooner the better!"
"But what if? If you choose a closer route, the possibility of being discovered by the falcons and hounds tamed by the orcs will be greatly increased, and your plan will most likely be ruined," the Frostwind Witch rationally analyzed.
Yeats felt that what the Frostwind Witch said was very reasonable. After weighing the pros and cons, he finally decided to take the long way around.
However, they had to start a forced march and strive to climb Silver Crown Peak within three days.
"The marching music of the lyre can play its role." Yeats thought to himself.
The army mobilized again.
Frost wolves are as strong as flying even on steep slopes in the snow. Under the cover of steep snow peaks, they quietly approach the rear of the orcs from remote mountain roads.
Three days later.
A rare sunny day in the Jueling Mountains.
The snow peaks reflect the bright sunshine, and the snow is dyed with a golden glow.
From the back slope of the snow-capped mountains, a young general riding a snow leopard appears, wearing a red ducal cloak and hunting in the wind, adding a touch of heroism to this black and white world of ice and snow.
The Frostwolf Cavalry Regiment followed closely behind. The knights were covered in wind and snow and looked in a mess, but their spirits were quite high. Their eyes were bright and they still maintained an orderly formation. They showed great morale.
Although they encountered blizzards and animal swarms on the way over the dangerous mountains, Duke Honeysuckle's leading performance deeply inspired every cavalryman.
Yeats used his miraculous musical skills to make hundreds of monsters lose their fighting spirit with one move, which shocked everyone.
In order to speed up the march, Yeats used his newly acquired lyre to play the magic 'March Song'.
While boosting morale, the Frostwolf was affected by the magic power contained in the suite and accelerated its pace. It only took three days to complete the high-intensity marching route.
On the way, Yeats ate and lived with the cavalry regiment.
The Frostwind Witch wanted to ask Yeats to open a small stove for her, but in the end she didn’t say anything and just chewed the chili pepper.
Yeats observed the Frostwind Witch all the way, but did not see any discomfort in her, and thought:
"The witch's physique is really wonderful."
The rolling snow peaks, a golden circle The rising sun is penetrating the sea of clouds, spreading its rays of light over the Jueling Mountains.
Yeats reined in the reins and rode the snow leopard on the snowy peak. He looked far away and exhaled a breath of white mist.
“Finally climbed over Silver Crown Peak!”
The magnificent picture made Yeats stop to admire it, and his eyes gradually became firm.
“Next… it’s time to find the baggage troops of the orc army and win in one fell swoop!”
The Frostwind Witch sat sideways on the back of a white wolf, shaking her slender hands. Legs, reached out to stroke the white wolf's head, came to Yeats's side, and asked:
"Is there any news over there at Curling Pass?"
Relying on the text message technique, Yeats was able to share information with Forkas and muttered:
"Yesterday, the vanguard of the orcs arrived at the Curling Pass and began to provoke, trying to get the defenders to open the city to meet the enemy."
"But I asked Phokas to hold on until I burned the orcs. After the army is in chaos, prepare to meet the enemy."
"Counting the time, Greem Stormhammer's headquarters will join the vanguard today."
Ye. Zhi paused for a moment and said: "At that time, a siege will break out... I have asked my pet Snow Owl to stay at the Curling Pass. I believe it can withstand the orcs' fierce attack."
Five Ring Heroes His combat skills are enough to defeat the city wall, but it is not a wise choice to waste mana or fighting spirit without knowing whether there is another five-ring hero in the city.
In the eyes of the orcs, it is better to let the same people serve as cannon fodder, and then let the powerful warriors take action after the strength of the defenders is discovered.
In the final analysis, the direction of the war must be decided by the extraordinary.
But under the premise of proper command, leadership, and cunning tactics, low-level players can also rely on military superiority to surround and kill high-level players.
Legend has it that a war broke out between the ancient Iliads and the ancient Trojans. The Prince of Troy who defended the city was the strongest six-ring master in the world, but the heroes who besieged the city of Troy were only five-ring heroes.
Relying on the superiority of numbers and troops, the heroes besieged the city of Troy for more than ten years. In the end, they relied on the "Trojan Horse Strategy" presented by Odyssey to successfully break through the city and get rid of the prince.
Yeats's commanding ability was not outstanding, and he mainly relied on personal expeditions and morale gains.
Phocas and Hilud are the real commanders, and most of the strategies in this battle came from their own hands.
Yeats was responsible for making decisions and executing them himself.
In the Frostwind Witch's view, this ability to employ people and the ability to execute is what makes Yeats worthy of respect.
“Shh——”
The Frostwind Witch suddenly signaled Yeats to be silent.
Yeats was slightly startled, thinking she had discovered the enemy, and looked around cautiously, but found nothing.
The Frostwind Witch closed her eyes and listened for a moment, then murmured:
"The vibrations of the snow peaks and the echoes of the valleys can tell me a lot of information... The supply troops you are looking for must be There are many beasts of burden, and the footsteps of the beasts of burden are very different from those of the orcs..."
She opened her ice-blue eyes, stretched out her hand and pointed to the far side, and said firmly:
"In that direction, Yeats, the Kodo pack team is there, and there are centaur troops following the pack team... You have to be careful."
The Frostwind Witch has her own rules of conduct, and she only agrees Serve as Yeats's guide through the snow-capped mountains and will not participate in the fighting on the battlefield.
At this moment, she is willing to point out the direction of the baggage troops, which is undoubtedly good news for Yeats!
Yeats ordered to repair for a while, buried the pot for cooking, and released the raven to conduct reconnaissance. He soon found the Kodo beast pack team meandering on the mountain road, with centaurs covering the flanks of the pack team. Be alert all around.
“Send the order.” Yeats narrowed his eyes, “Wait until nightfall, set fire to the camp and rob the camp!”
*
Curling pass.
The flags on the city gate tower are unfurled in the cold wind.
The white-haired old man in heavy plate armor looked at the orc vanguard camp stationed not far from the pass with serious eyes.
Three days have passed since Yeats led the Frostwolf Cavalry Regiment to the expedition.
During this period, due to the impact of the blizzard, Forcas was unable to contact Yeats for a time, and he was worried that it would affect morale, so he had to bury his worries in his heart.
Fortunately, only half a day later, I got the good news that Yeats had broken through the blizzard.
The young master who once showed a sad face due to the beast tide can now easily survive even if he faces the threat of blizzard and beast tide at the same time... Phocas was once again shocked by the young master's growth.
"The young master has now gone deep behind enemy lines."
Fokas looked at the towering and continuous Silver Crown Peak in the distance, his eyes were sharp, and he secretly said:
"What I have to do... is to guard here until the young master returns in triumph!"
"Your Excellency Phokas..."
A soft call came from behind.
Phokas turned around and was slightly surprised to find that it was Princess Teresa who had arrived on the city wall.
Compared with a few days ago, Teresa looked a little tired, and her figure became thinner, highlighting her increasingly straight back.
Not many soldiers in the army knew Theresa's identity, and some speculated that she was the Duke's fiancée, because the Duke cared for her very much.
Under Phokas's order, all rumors disappeared.
With the combination of Yeats's bold delegation of power and Teresa's demonstrated management ability, the Curling House was able to distribute according to needs despite the shortage of supplies. Undisputed miraculous phenomena occurred when supplying food and other supplies.
Teresa's status on the front line gradually rose. When she appeared with her inseparable maid, she always received sincere attention from the front line soldiers.
Phokas had heard from the young master that His Majesty’s daughter Theresa was good at internal affairs and had the talent to become a good king.
Phokas was doubtful at first, but after a few days, he has become convinced, including respect for His Highness and admiration for the young master's sharp eyesight
Looking around, Phokas whispered:< br>
“Your Highness, it is dangerous here, you should not stay on the city wall!”
Teresa’s blond hair was swaying in the cold wind, and her slightly haggard snow-white cheeks contained stubbornness and soft voice. Said:
"No problem, I just want to ask... Duke Honeysuckle, is there any news about him?"
When Teresa came to the curling pass, she never expected that Yeats would be so bold and directly hand over such an important task of logistics management into her own hands.
But she does have corresponding talents and confidence. The more difficult the task, the more it arouses the strong side of her heart.
Throughout the past few days, Theresa barely slept a wink, and when she heard that everyone had no objections to the distribution of supplies, she felt sincerely satisfied.
Teresa felt that she had to thank Yeats. If Yeats had not agreed to her visit, she would not have had this unforgettable curling experience.
There has been no news from Yeats for many days.
Teresa weighed it for a long time and decided to ask Phokas, and by the way... take a look at the rumored military formation of the ferocious orcs.
"Master, he has successfully overcome the crisis and broke into the enemy's rear."
Phocas looked at the orc vanguard camp in the distance, showing off its power and shouting insults in orc language. , said coldly:
"These barbarians are still in the dark... As long as they hold on for a few more days, the barbarians will soon usher in their doom!"
Orcs, since ancient times, Since then, they have been the mortal enemies of humans and elves.
Theresa had read from history that the ancestors of the orcs were born from an evil and ancient witchcraft in the old era. The creators of the orcs originally wanted to create a new race imitating the noble and beautiful elves, but ended up creating ferocious and powerful man-eating creatures.
In other words, orcs are different from races that have existed since ancient times, such as elves, dwarves, and humans, and can be said to be counterfeit, but they also have the ability to learn and create, and they also have the powerful power to build an empire.
Peaceful coexistence cannot exist in the dictionary of the orcs.
Some races are born to fight.
The cold wind blew Theresa's blond hair. She stood on the towering city wall, facing the orcs' slings and bows, and felt a sense of fear. But soon, she raised her chin noblely, with firm eyes, like a queen inspecting the borders of the empire under her rule.
"I believe in Duke Honeysuckle."
Teresa said firmly: "I believe in him and can bring this battle to a successful conclusion!"
Boom! Boom! Boom!
At this time, the passionate sound of military drums came from the ice valley on the far side of the horizon.
The war kodos have huge battering rams tied to their backs, and they form a formidable phalanx.
The orcs' main formation, several times larger than the vanguard battalion, appeared at the end of the field of vision under the leadership of the orcs chief Grim Stormhammer.
Fokas stretched out his hand to protect Theresa behind him, motioned Theresa to leave the city wall first, and whispered:
"Your Highness, if there is news about the young master, I will convey it to you as soon as possible. You...you leave here first."
Teresa understood that after the orc vanguard battalion's call for formation failed, a more brutal siege would begin with the arrival of the headquarters.
Staying on the city wall now will only cause trouble to others. Teresa turned around and walked away quickly.
at the same time.
Fokas asked the herald to call Akers and said:
"Now that the orc headquarters and the vanguard camp are gathering, it is a time of chaos. Please take my place as commander. "
The dull and taciturn Akers was startled, with a hint of surprise in his eyes, and said:
"What do you want to do?"
If the pace of the orcs' assembly is not disrupted and the siege troops are ready to attack, they will cause greater casualties at Curling Pass.
As long as we can complete this plan, we can buy precious time...
The white-haired old man's eyes were sharp and he spoke concisely:
"Charge!"
*
Boom!
Grim Stormhammer stood beside a tall warg, his eyes bloodshot, grabbed the pioneer officer's neck and threw him to the ground.
“You arrived a whole day earlier than me, but you didn’t even cut off a human head!”
Greem looked ferocious and said cruelly:
“Since In this case, why not just use your flag as a sacrifice to boost the morale of our tribe’s warriors?”
The vanguard officer's physique was obviously smaller than that of Greem. His aura was sluggish, and he knelt on the ground with his head bowed in silence.
Fortunately, Pioneer Officer 'Storm Wolf' Kuska is usually more upright. The two orc warriors gritted their teeth and braved the courage to stand up and said:
"Master Chief, I want to This is not Kuska’s original intention.”
“Those humans are too cowardly and just want to be a coward!”
“Please calm down and wait until the city gate is broken. The war hammer will be full of blood immediately!”
Greem's scarlet eyes glanced at the two people who were persuading him, and his calm eyes made the two people's hair stand on end, as if they had fallen into an ice cave.
"In this case, you will be punished instead of Kuska."
Greem bared his fangs, revealing the blood-red flesh of his teeth, and patted the seat next to him gently with his hand. Wolf.
"Roar——!!"
The fishy wind breathed out by the warg splashed on Kuska's face.
Immediately, the warg opened its bloody mouth and viciously attacked the two orcs!
The wail echoed sadly.
Kuska was stunned and lost his mind, only to see that two old friends had been buried in the belly of the wolf.
Only the chilling sound of chewing is left, echoing continuously.
There was dead silence everywhere.
No one in the camp dared to protest against Greem.
Strength means everything in the orc tribe.
Even if Greem is the most cruel tyrant in the tribe, as long as he has the most powerful power, countless people will be willing to serve him.
“Okay, go back to your camp.”
Grim glanced at Kuska with contempt and said:
"If there is a next time, you won't have such good luck!"
Kuska left the camp in despair and stood in the icy cold wind. After realizing it, his pupils were slightly dilated, as if he was facing Death, all the hairs on the body stand up.
——It is better to die in the hands of one of your own than to be a dog for humans!
When he thought of surrendering to the enemy, Kuska couldn't help but think of Yeats Brondi, whom he had met in Winter Lake City.
When Kuska was following the footsteps of the descendants of the Red-haired King, she unexpectedly encountered Yeats, and was blackmailed by Yeats for a sword...
At first, Kuska was ashamed of this matter and buried it deep in her heart.
And now, Kuska couldn't help but daydream, maybe, I can rely on this old relationship to swear allegiance to Yeats...
But, Yeats is not willing to accept the orcs after all. Red-haired King, even if I betray Greem, where will I go in the future?
Kuska's expression was painful and struggling. Under the influence of the tyrant Grimna's will, her nerves were on the verge of collapse!
Suddenly, he let out a roar, turned over and mounted the tall winter wolf.
——I don’t want to die, I just want to live!
Submit to Greem and obey his orders. As long as you kill humans, you can survive!
Kuska's eyes were blood red, and in a daze, he heard the sound of the winch turning and the city gate opening.
Hallucination?
It’s not an illusion!
Kuska rubbed her eyes, which suddenly widened with shock on her face.
The city gate of Curling Pass opened wide, and a figure rushed out.
It was actually a human knight, riding alone and charging towards an army of nearly ten thousand orcs!
Not only Kuska on the front line, but almost all the orc warriors were stunned for a moment at the same time.
The human defenders on the wall and the orc warriors outside the pass are shocking, awe-inspiring and unbelievable...
All eyes focused on the flying white hair of this old knight!
Fokas controls the carrot left by Yeats at the curling pass, like a wind and a cloud, riding alone into the formation! !
The war horse showed the oppressive feeling of the king-level monsters, screaming and tearing a gap in the orc phalanx. The old general's eyes were stern, and hot blood splashed on his weathered face. He waved his sword with one arm and smashed a The orc warrior fell to the ground.
“Knight of the Honeysuckle Family, Phokas!”
Phokas roared angrily: “Who will fight me to the death!”
"Who will fight me to the death!!"
The voice echoed in the phalanx of the orcs. For a moment, the orcs, who are known for their ferocity and cruelty, all froze in place.
Kusca couldn’t understand.
What a precious thing it is to be alive.
This human being actually seeks his own death!
Even if it is just to survive, it is better than to be a hero who performs alone!
Incomprehensible, simply incomprehensible! !
Kuska's neck turned red, whipped the winter wolf under the seat, scolded the orcs who were approaching like a tide, and roared:
"Get out of my way! This human I want the head, no one can compete with me for the credit!”
Kuska received Grim’s order to die and must rely on credit to avoid death. At this moment, his eyes were blood red and he was crazy. He rushed towards Phokas as if he was terrified, and the battle ax in his hand collided with the giant sword in Phokas' hand with a clang.
clang!
Sparks flew and metal crashed.
Kuska's pupils shrank, looking at the highland sword in Phokas's hand, he said in disbelief:
"Wait a minute... How come my sword is in your hand? ! "Is this your sword? "
Phokas was furious, and the golden fighting spirit in his body was stimulated to the extreme. He used his backhand to deflect Kuska's battle ax, and chopped it down with great force!
“This is the sword the young master gave me!”
At the last moment of Kuska’s life, he saw blood flying out.
He suddenly understood everything.
The young master of Phokas... Yeats?
Plop!
Kuska was buried under the familiar sword edge, and his body fell from the winter wolf's back into the snow.
"Hiss..."
The vanguard officer died in the charge, and the only one who even initiated the charge was a human knight!
The orc warriors were confused and hesitated for a while, and the encirclement network that had been formed became loose again!
Phokas knew that the goal of suppressing the morale of the orcs had been achieved.
The orc who was killed just now seems to have a high status. As a result, it will be difficult for the orcs to organize an effective siege today.
Back and forth, I saved the precious lives of several Chenshuangling soldiers!
“Carrot, retreat!” said Forkas.
The Carrot Man stood up and neighed, but was frightened by the rockets fired from the distance.
Around the camp, the orc hunters drew their bows and arrows, aiming at Phokas, and arrows rained down like rain!
Orcs are known for their hunter profession, and the rockets contain the power of explosive combat skills. Forkas secretly means something is wrong. The rockets penetrate the body's protective fighting spirit and land on the back, densely packed!
"Is there a way to leave, Carrot!" Fokas gritted his teeth.
The radish roared loudly.
Under the shocked eyes of the orcs, the horse spread out its snow-white wings, glided into the sky, spread its wings, and leaped over the military formation!
After a moment of silence.
Uproar and shock spread among the orc army!
“This horse can actually fly?!”
“Don’t let him run away!”
In the camp, Greem had already rested when he heard the noise. Walking out of the tent, looking up, I couldn't help but be stunned.
"What's going on?"
"Return, report back to the Chief... A human knight came to charge and killed Lord Kuska..."
Listen to the order In response to the officer's trembling reply, Greem's face gradually darkened, and he smiled angrily.
A human knight who is about to die of old age, riding a Pegasus, killed the vanguard officer, and now he actually wants to evacuate safely? !
Staring at the back of the knight in the sky, Greem raised the war hammer in his hand, his eyes blood red, and roared towards the sky!
In an instant.
The color of the sky clouds changed, a dark vortex surged under the sky, and violent thunder surged in the vortex.
Boom!
A thick thunder pillar fell from the sky, covering Greem and his war hammer.
The annihilation-like aura spread around, and the arc of thunder continued to shine on the surface of the war hammer. With a ferocious face, Greem suddenly threw the war hammer that flashed with blue thunder!
The rare weapon, Thunder, possesses the elemental power that causes thunder to water the weapon. If the will is not strong enough, those who are not determined enough will be seriously injured by the thunder and lightning that wraps around the hammer!
In Greem's hands, the Thunder Hammer gathered even more majestic thunder, piercing the sky when thrown, leaving a terrifying trajectory, reflecting the sky and the earth into only blue and white. Two colors!
Faced with the power displayed by the chief, the orcs looked shocked.
Boom! !
The thunder flew past Phokas's back, and the aftermath alone made his plate armor dent deeply, and he vomited a large mouthful of blood from his mouth.
And the war hammer whirled in mid-air, drew an arc, and headed straight for Phokas' face!
Above the city wall.
A figure with a body surging with fire suddenly stepped on the ground, jumped several feet, and shook off the turbulent air waves.
Boom!
Aiming at the war hammer, majestic flames surged from Ax's arm, and he punched out hard, forcing the whirling thunder war hammer back!
However.
Fokas didn’t have time to rejoice yet.
The power of thunder contained in the war hammer suddenly exploded, blasting Ax's flame-burning right arm into a scorch.
No human being can bear the pain caused by thunder!
The orc chief Grim showed a terrifying smile, looking forward to the look of fear on the faces of the humans in the flames when they saw their arms being blown into charcoal by thunder.
However, Grim's smile froze on his face.
Suffering the burning pain of purgatory, the human just cast an indifferent look, and his body did not even tremble in the midst of this torture!
Graem's eyes were cold... What kind of amazing endurance is this? Or, this human being has no sense of pain at all!
Ax used his remaining intact arm to support the injured old knight. The two burned their remaining fighting spirit and flew back to the curling pass.
Pop!
Greem stretched out his huge palm and caught the flying war hammer, his face ashen.
Obviously they were just two humans with four rings. One rode into the battle alone and killed the vanguard officer, while the other made him lose face!
The flames of rage burned in Greem's eyes, and he wished he could just drill through the city wall!
However, in this curling level, Greem felt a hint of the aura of an emperor-level monster.
If his fighting spirit dries up first, then Warcraft will have an opportunity to take advantage of it. This is definitely not a situation that Greem wants to see!
"You actually let those two humans escape in front of me..."
Graem felt it was ridiculous, stretched out his palm, and slowly tightened it.
The power of witchcraft surged in Greem's blood. He restrained his raging anger and took a look at the demoralized orcs. He understood that this was not a good opportunity to start a war. His voice was hoarse and he gave the order:
"Take a rest for the night, and launch another siege tomorrow..."
"Also, let the grain transport officer at the rear of the team come to see me."
Greem found an outlet to vent his anger, and used the topic to play with, his eyes glowing with greed, and said:
"We have to let Di Rong and his people shed more blood... We can't let our warriors fight here. , but the centaur didn’t pay the price!”
*
The night was dark and the wind was biting.
In the darkness-soaked wilderness, centaurs held torches high, covering the kodo beasts that were carrying the baggage as they moved forward slowly.
Emperor Jong Thunderhoof is like a moving fortress, holding a giant ax in his hand, and the gaze under his helmet is alert to the surroundings.
Ta-ta——
A centaur herald with a bruised nose and face returned to Di Rong and whispered:
"Chief, I came from Greem Back there..."
Di Rong frowned and said with concern in his voice:
"What's the matter with your injury?"
"This morning, Greem's army had arrived at the Curling Pass. When they were handing over to the vanguard, the city gate suddenly opened, and a human knight rushed forward alone. Formation, killing the vanguard officer, causing great chaos to the army."
The centaur said: "And the human knight evacuated safely, and even Greem couldn't take action himself. Stop him..."
"Greem was quite angry. Just when I was reporting the food transportation situation to him, he poured his anger on me," the centaur complained, "Master Patriarch, we. We are his allies, not his men. Why should he treat us like this?"
Di Rong was silent for a moment and whispered: "I also feel that Greem has become more serious and no longer behaves like this. It's him again..."
When he first met Greem, he was just a brave and bold tribal warrior. Emperor Rong admired this warrior very much and made friends with him over and over again.
But after Greem ascended to the position of chief, Di Rong felt that his ambitions were gradually expanding, and the position of chief alone could no longer satisfy him.
Most of them have the shadow of wizards...
Di Rong wanted his friend to give up his obsession, but he didn't know how to speak, which made him quite helpless.
The hierarchy of the Centaur tribe is not as strict as that of the Orc tribe. Under the rules set by the wise Centaur ancestor, the atmosphere of the tribe is relatively tolerant.
Therefore, the herald spoke frankly and couldn't help but persuade:
"Patriarch, Greem doesn't treat us as friendly forces anyway. Otherwise, we might as well be like Atalia and his Like the tribe, give up the expedition and return to our territory?”
“No.”
Di Rong’s attitude is tough.
“Our ancestors have spoken and their words must be fulfilled. Since our tribe has passed the decision to participate in the expedition, we must have a beginning and an end!”
Centaurs do not believe in gods, but in their ancestors.
In fact, their ancestors were already close to gods, possessing authority related to death and the underworld.
Di Rong is extremely talented. Not only is he good at elemental magic, he is also deeply versed in the combat skills of the death school. He is an extraordinary person with dual cultivation of magic and martial arts.
"You are right, after all, this is a unanimous decision by everyone. It's just that the food delivery is too slow, and I will be beaten by Greem sooner or later..."
The herald sighed and replied He went to the flank of the team, looked at the slow Kodo beast, and complained:
"I really want to put a fire behind its butt to see if it can run any faster!"
Suddenly.
A dazzling firelight, followed by a harsh sound, pierced the night sky.
Whoosh——
“What sound?!” The herald was surprised.
Emperor Rong had sharp eyes and quick hands. He swung his giant ax and cut off a sharp arrow that was shot at his tribe. His eyes were stern. He quickly reacted and roared:
"The enemy is attacking! Arrange in formation!"
The centaurs immediately responded to the call and looked around nervously.
“Lord Patriarch, on the mountain, look at the mountain!” the herald said in a panic.
Di Rong’s pupils contracted.
From the towering Silver Crown Peak, thousands of frost wolves rushed down from the snowy slopes. Humans were riding on the wolves' backs, waving lances and shouting to kill, as if they were hundreds of frost wolf cavalry!
This sudden enemy brought great shock and panic to the Centaur troops!
“Humans?!”
“Why are they here!!”
“Quick, hurry up and protect the food and grass!”
Chaos spreads between the centaur troops and the kodo pack pack.
Di Rong used his dark vision, his sharp eyes penetrated the night, and when he saw the figure leading the cavalry, his eyes widened in disbelief.
It was a young human youth wearing a ducal robe, with his attendants holding a honeysuckle heraldic flag.
The young Duke charged with a sword and led the cavalry. Like a divine soldier descending from the sky, he suddenly appeared in the rear of the expeditionary force!
“Duke Honeysuckle?!”
Di Rong's name appeared in his mind and he shouted in shock.
In the darkness of the night, Yeats looked in the direction of the call and saw an extraordinarily tall centaur, his eyes about to split, and he shouted again:
"I ask you, but the God of Art, Yeats Berandi?”
Yeats laughed: “How sharp are you!”
There was a buzz in Di Rong’s mind, and a strong shock arose in his heart. .
He felt that he had already taken Yeats quite seriously and thought that Graeme might not be Yeats's opponent.
However, Yeats was more troublesome than he imagined!
Not only does he have amazing courage, but he also has unconstrained command.
He actually climbed over the Silver Crown Peak, bypassed Greem's army, fell from the sky, and penetrated straight into the hinterland!
The Orc Expeditionary Army is already short of food. If this food and grass suffers, the expeditionary force will inevitably fall into chaos!
Di Rong was frightened, but he had already analyzed the situation.
The food protection team almost lost its fighting spirit and was on the verge of fleeing. It was far from a match for the cavalry led by Yeats.
Resisting blindly will only bring a devastating blow to the tribe!
“People, all retreat!”
Di Rong shouted:
"Duke Honeysuckle, please wait until you attack my people. I will fight you." I lost the duel, I am willing to surrender and let you be dealt with!”
This is actually Emperor Rong’s strategy of retreating in order to advance.
In the worst case scenario, even with your own life, you can buy time for the people to escape!
The firelight reflected Yeats's stern face.
He had already understood Di Rong's thoughts.
But the trapped beast still fights. Instead of fighting to the end with the brave and capable centaur, it is better to agree to a duel and minimize the battle losses.
"Ask your people to put down their weapons, and I will promise to fight you!" Yeats said coldly.
"If you put down your weapons and you kill them all, what then?" Di Rong asked.
“The decision is in your hands!”
Yeats used words to exert pressure:
"It depends on whether you want more people to die or let more people live!"
Cold sweat broke out on Di Rong's forehead. I vaguely feel that there is a loophole in Yeats's words.
But at this critical moment, he is no longer able to make a rational judgment!
Morale has collapsed. If you resist to the end, the people will definitely die!
Let the people put down their weapons and fight Yeats themselves. Although Yeats may break his promise, there will still be a glimmer of hope!
Seeing the hesitation in Di Rong's heart, Yeats said coldly:
"I will not swear on anything, my name is the oath!"
Deafeningly inspiring The words rang in Di Rong's ears.
He took a deep breath, feeling a little desperate in his heart.
In the invisible battle of wills, I lose everything!
"Put down your weapons..." Di Rong said dejectedly.
"I think your people should not be able to hear it." Yeats said.
“People, put down your weapons!” Di Rong hissed.
Kangdang——
In the night, there was the sound of weapons falling to the ground.
"Okay!" Yeats nodded, "I am not a capricious villain. According to the agreement, we will have a duel as knights!"
"Traitor!" Guards There were still orcs in the team, roaring angrily, "Thunderhoof tribe, you are all traitors!"
Di Rong's eyes darkened.
After all, he is the leader of the Thunderhoof tribe and must consider the survival of the tribe!
The fire burned blazingly in the night. The kodo beasts abandoned their goods and fled in all directions. A large amount of baggage was destroyed in the sea of fire.
The Frostwolf Cavalry robbed the camp, burned the baggage, and harvested the orcs who were stubbornly resisting one by one, as if they were in an uninhabited land!
Surrounded by the sea of fire, the Centaur people watched in horror.
Yeats turned over and left the Frost Wolf, holding the Swift Sword in his stance, and gently hooked his hand towards Di Rong.
"Come and duel with me to decide your fate!" Yeats said.
"You are seeking your own death——!"
Emperor Rong was filled with rage and roared, swinging his battle axe. The axe gathered majestic thunder, his four hooves rumbled on the ground, and he charged towards Yeats. !
The charge is powerful and heavy, like a siege hammer, which can smash the city gate into pieces!
Yeats's eyes narrowed, and his figure disappeared instantly, leaving a black mist in place.
Combat Skill·Wild Hunting Footwork!
From the black mist, a round of dazzling slashes erupted, hitting Di Rong's chest from a tricky angle. The wound was dripping and blood spattered everywhere!
Di Rong was also shocked by this weird footwork, but he quickly understood that this footwork cannot be performed continuously. The battle ax in his hand was swung continuously, like a raging sea wave, trying to suppress Yeats's nimble figure with force!
呲——
The figure of "Yeats" was divided into two.
The Mist Blessing and Illusion Technique can leave a clone in place, which can work wonders in a duel!
Di Rong was stunned and couldn't believe that he could succeed so easily.
The next moment, a strong crisis surged behind him, and he relied on his instinct to slash backwards, just in time to block Yeats' moonlight sword.
Buzz——
Yeats suddenly changed his moves, and was surrounded by six sharp arc blades. The arc blades seemed to have autonomous consciousness, constantly strangling the tall centaur!
The leader of the Di Rong clan, the strongest in the tribe, was so suppressed that he could not breathe when faced with this human being.
The centaur people couldn't help but feel deep despair.
"Enough, the elemental spirits will destroy you!"
Di Rong roared angrily, inserting the ax handle in his hand into the ground, and cracks spread from the ax handle to all sides. Thunder surged in the cracks in the ground and suddenly rose up! Bundles of thunder and lightning rushed into the sky, intertwining in mid-air, forming a thunder and lightning cage!
In the thunder and lightning cage, Di Rong was surging with the power of thunder, his speed surged, and the lightning that struck down from time to time greatly hindered Yeats's dodge route.
Seeing this, Yeats simply put away the Silver Sword and used the Blood King Spear instead. Burning scarlet fighting spirit, he exchanged injuries with Di Rong!
Di Rong was unbelievable.
How can a human being be able to cultivate two completely different fighting qi, moonlight and scarlet, with ease at the same time? !
The situation suddenly took a turn for the worse. Seeing that the risk of defeat was getting bigger and bigger, Di Rong gritted his teeth and said:
"Spirits of the ancestors - please answer my prayer!"
From the cracks in the ground, dark shadows rose up, forming undead souls that surrounded Di Rong.
Blessed by the iron hoof of death.
Launch a charge that contains the aura of death, and the enemy will be terrified by the illusion of the undead!
Yeats's eyes narrowed.
Di Rong’s ancestor seems to have some standing in the underworld!
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(End of this chapter)