Chapter 71 Bloody Storm (5)
According to the judging criteria of a "player" like Roddy, the orc Sauron at this time already has the advanced profession of "witch doctor". However, unlike other tribal witch doctors, as a student of Sarota, what Sauron specializes in is not team-enhancing witchcraft like "group bloodthirsty", but has a stronger and sustained effect on "individuals". The longer-lasting "strengthened combat" is witchcraft——
And under Sarota's teaching, Sauron has never lost his tempering of body and martial arts since he was a child, so he is not only a witch doctor, but also a qualified and even excellent wolf cavalry warrior earlier - and once he gets involved in battle With the cooperation of witchcraft, Sauron can greatly increase his combat power. Although the witchcraft he learned at this time is not as effective as Sarota, after a period of time, he will definitely become an invincible member of the clan. A mighty warrior that can't be beat!
This kind of road is something that all witch doctors have never walked before.
Because the witch doctors inherited the power of their ancestors, most of them are as thin as Sarota, and they don't know how to stand on the battlefield and fight the enemy hand-to-hand. Developing along this extreme route - it has to be said that Sarota is a "heterogeneous" among the orcs. He is good at learning and dares to innovate. In the eyes of Sarota, Sauron's strength in the future will definitely surpass the current chief Rohar!
And under the training of the teacher, Sauron also has absolute confidence in his own strength—but this kind of confidence was almost completely shattered by the guy holding the horn bow today.
In the pursuit in the early morning, Sauron relied on his own witchcraft and the superimposed BUFF of Sarota's "Bloodlust" to chase at the forefront. He was determined to win the last two humans, and even stared at Rody with extreme excitement when throwing the net, just to see the horror and fear in the other's eyes when the god of death was approaching...
Because the powerless expression of human beings when facing the fate of death makes Sauron feel more refreshed than simple killing-but he is full of expectations, but he finds that everything that happens afterwards... is completely beyond imagination.
In the face of Rody's sudden turn around and rapid fire, Sauron relied on his reaction to quickly lie on the back of the wolf to avoid the arrow that might have hit the head—and the subsequent death of two comrades in arms caused Sauron to escape instantly. In a cold sweat!
He raised his eyes to see the opponent's face clearly, but only saw a pair of indifferent eyes behind the raised horn bow...
The opponent's gaze stayed on him for a moment, and Sauron even forgot to let the warg speed up for a moment—and after this moment of hesitation, the fading of the "bloodlust" and the ensuing deceleration made him only able to Watching helplessly as the other party escaped from his pursuit range, there was nothing he could do.
In this brief confrontation, Sauron thought he was completely defeated—the seventy or so powerful wolf cavalry were actually stopped by three arrows when they immediately encircled the opponent... Such a thing, for the extremely high-spirited For him it casts an unimaginable shadow.
When facing Sarota, he could only suppress the palpitations and fears in his heart, and secretly vowed that he would become stronger—but after leaving the teacher's protection, he found that he could never forget those cold and firm eyes. s eyes.
"You have to get stronger...just get stronger!"
Gritting his teeth and vowing to do better, the wolf under his crotch accelerated to the distance, but Sauron didn't notice that a team that shouldn't appear here appeared without warning on the horizon behind him. Outside the Cossack village…
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Compared with his own students, Sa Luota's mood at this time is not afraid, more, just depressed and angry.
I no longer have the freedom to think about what happened in the morning,
If I had rushed out with the team before, I am afraid that none of the group of humans would be able to escape—but regret is useless after all, Sarota frowned and cleaned up the messy emotions in his heart, and stood up with his stick tightly, intending to take it with him. As the team left the Cossack village, they thought about resolving the conflict with the "Blood Spear" tribe first.
Looking at these wolves, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart. The orc's wolf cavalry had obvious flaws.
When a war horse is running, its spine is always kept straight, so humans can quickly master riding skills, but when a warg is running, its spine is always twisting—although a specially bred wolf is much more stable, but it must Such riding skills are far more difficult than mastering horse riding.
After adapting to the writhing mount like a wolf, "riding and shooting" cannot be realized at all, so none of the wolf cavalry in the tribe can carry bows and arrows, and the appearance of "throwing nets" is completely to make up for their lack of long-range attacks deficiencies in ability.
The gap can only be made up by more advanced witchcraft.
Thinking this way in his heart, seeing that his subordinates were ready to leave, he waved his wooden staff, and the bone ornaments made a messy crashing sound. The servants at the side led his wolf, turned over and rode on, and he gently pulled Putting down the reins, preparing to give the order for all to set off...
And at this moment, there seemed to be some strange voices in the breeze passing by my ears.
An orc with keen hearing immediately turned around and looked into the distance. When he saw clearly what the shadow appeared on the grassland, he opened his mouth and completely—after a full three seconds, the warning sound was loud in the Cossack village. Echoed: "Human! It's human cavalry!"
This news almost silenced the entire wolf cavalry team, and even many orcs looked at each other and didn't know what to say to express their feelings.
Only Sarota reacted first, and said in a deep voice: "Report the enemy's situation!"
"Twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty people! Lord Sarotta, it seems——is...is..."
Sa Luota, who was standing behind the team, couldn't see what team was coming in the distance, and asked loudly, "What is it? Make it clear."
"It seems...it seems to be the humans who escaped in the morning!"
When such news spread to the entire team, the mood of the wolf cavalry began to change very obviously.
Like boiling water that is about to boil, doubts and confusion gradually turned into grinning and uncontrollable excitement—their emotions even infected the worgs under their crotches, and low growls spread.
As the supreme commander, Sarota's face changed several times at this time. He stood there silently, squinting his eyes and looking into the distance. He fixed his dark eyes on the small human team. After hesitating for a few seconds, he suddenly shook the wooden stick in his hand and said sharply, "Ready to fight!"
"Roar--"
Orcs never answer "yes" or "understand", but use the most primitive roar to express their obedience.
The sense of shame after being escaped by the other party in the early morning finally brewed at this time into the excitement of "the big revenge is about to be avenged". They wailed and turned the direction of the wolf, aiming the wolf's head at the scattered humans outside the village team.
The low growls of the wargs continued one after another, but as the troops with the highest military quality in the tribe, they did not rush out uncontrollably after all, but collectively endured, anxiously waiting for Sarotta's next order.
Sarota drove the wolf forward, and the wolf cavalry who separated in front of him made way for him. He did not blindly give the order to attack, because he wanted to confirm with his own eyes that the other party was not playing any tricks—but when he really saw When the scouts outside the village were approaching, they couldn't help but wonder...
"You really have the guts to come?"
The speed of the scout team running from a distance was not slow, but when they approached within a kilometer and both sides saw each other clearly with big eyes and small eyes, this team suddenly started to slow down in an extremely embarrassing posture— — Their originally neat team instantly became extremely scattered, and they huddled together in a mess within half a minute...
Such a funny scene even caused a burst of undisguised laughter from the wolf cavalry.
At a distance of more than 500 meters, Sarota could even clearly see that the humans on the opposite side had some quarrels in the chaos, and then hurriedly turned their horses' heads, and began to evacuate in an extremely clumsy posture-obviously these guys were smart enough to Thinking that the wolf cavalry troops had already left, they wanted to kill a "returning carbine" by surprise, but they were self-defeating and were directly "caught in the urn".
Sarotta, who originally thought that these guys wanted to play some tricks, gradually felt relieved when he saw the scattered formation of Rody and others, because he knew very well that these guys could only have a lineup of thirty people. For the more than 70 wolf cavalry led by the "witch doctor", this kind of enemy can carry out a one-sided massacre like a sickle harvesting wheat.
Godsend!
He couldn't help but let out a sigh in his heart, and the previous depression in his heart was swept away, and then he raised the wooden staff in his hand, and while he was waving, the light green light suddenly blessed all the wolf cavalry——
"Kill them and leave no one alive!"
"Roar--"
Howls and roars resounded through the Cossack village in an instant. Under the blessing of witchcraft, the wolf cavalry, who were extremely energetic, shouted loudly, and rushed out of the village like a flood, rushing forward with the witch doctor himself go out!
This scene is very similar to the early morning: the wolf cavalry started the second pursuit with all their strength, while the human scouts started the second escape...
The difference is that this time there is a powerful witch doctor in the orc team, while the human scout team collectively abandoned the armor and luggage, and started "fleeing" with the smallest burden.
At this moment, Sarota couldn't help feeling a little excited—if these humans could be killed, the defense force on the human frontier would be greatly weakened as a whole, and his plan would be implemented more smoothly. The territory of the human kingdom must be completely surrendered under one's own will!
"This time... I will never miss it!"