Chapter 463 The Main Force? Cannon Fodder?

And what are Olaf and his friends doing at the moment, who are obsessed with Roland?

"Captain Ten! They seem to be crossing the river!" A warrior warrior said in a low voice.

"I'm not blind! I can see!" Olaf stared at the group of orcs not knowing what he was thinking.

It is said that the river has lifted it up. As a small stream that is not even marked on the map, it is only a dozen meters wide and no deeper than the knee. At this moment, the orc captain is sending forwards to cross the river.

Dozens of orcs were walking forward in the stream one foot deep and one shallow. The low temperature in winter caused the entire stream to be covered with a two-finger-wide layer of ice. With the sound of clicking, they were shivering from the cold. The orcs pulled their feet out of the ice hole and continued to move forward.

"Sir, what should we do?"

"Are everyone here?" Olaf said calmly. After all, he divided his troops into three groups to pursue, although he only had three soldiers in hand...

"Yes! We're all here!" The Fenwu soldiers on the side counted the number of people in a serious manner, and then nodded solemnly.

"Okay!" Olaf nodded. Because he was wearing a barrel-type helmet, no one could see his expression. But if you lift his helmet, you can see that Olaf's expression is solemn at this moment. He is silently counting the time. .

"Almost done!" Olaf suddenly stood up and raised the war weapon in his hand.

"Attack halfway across the river! Take the thief's head directly!" Olaf roared and rushed out.

The half-orcs who were crossing the river in the biting ice water looked back in shock when they heard the noise. Only then did they find four burly men jumping out of the withered bushes. When they saw their attire clearly, all the half-orcs were shocked and turned around. The one who crawled ran towards the other side.

The half-orcs, whose brains are not yet developed, can only see the terrifying sword that cuts people like grass! In panic, the orcs suddenly started pushing and pushing to cross the ice river in front of them. Many orcs who were crossing the river with one foot and one foot were pushed down by the orcs behind them, and then countless pairs of big feet pushed them across the back. , the glacier, which was originally not wide, was like a boiling pot! There were orcs everywhere calling for help.

"Kill!" The originally dazed Fenwu warriors collided with the desperate eyes of the orcs, and the round swords drew an arc that made them despair...

The orcs who were still struggling have been turned into frightened birds by the warriors. The continuous pursuit of Olaf and others has become the last straw for the orcs! In fact, the number of Orcs killed by Olaf and the others was far less than the number of Orcs who drowned or were trampled to death in this knee-high nameless creek. A large number of Orcs were stepped into the water and drowned by their own people.

"Kill!" Olaf waved his sword, and the heads of a row of orcs fell off. Seeing this, the orcs rushed towards the other side even more.

"Stop him..." The orc captain swung his sword to block Olaf's sword and roared. Before it could finish shouting, the sword spun around and cut off half of his head.

"Roar! Kill!" Olaf hammered his chest, and his majestic war cry made all the orcs' livers and gallbladders burst. The body of the orc commander who fell on the ground was still twitching slightly, which strengthened their determination to escape from this place.

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"..." Roland stared blankly at the massacred battlefield in front of him. The corpses of orcs fell to the ground casually. The orcs who were dead and wounded blocked the glacier in front of him, and the large ice surface Dyeed in ink, in the pale snow, like a tragic ink painting, four Fenwu warriors carrying Changge on their shoulders were sitting on a pile of corpses in the river, lowering their heads and sleeping. As for why they were not dead... ...Roland said that he could still hear the loud snoring.

"Did they do this?" Roland's voice trembled. With just one glance, Roland was able to confirm that there were far more than 500 corpses along the way and here. In other words, this defeated army of nearly a thousand people had been destroyed by these ten. The human team killed most of them!

"Well, although most of them were trampled to death by the orcs themselves, they still contributed a lot!" Ormsk looked around and came back.

"A stampede?" Roland suddenly had a flash of inspiration as if he had caught something. No wonder, it was a great help for them to kill so many orcs. After all, they were just ordinary soldiers. Hundreds of orcs stood there and they couldn't cut them. , ordinary soldiers without the blessing of fighting spirit would have collapsed long ago.

However, the Fenwu warriors were indeed fierce, and Roland was also surprised. The fighting power of these reckless men was really amazing, but Roland had no intention of this unit. Firstly, this was a special unit of the King's Lion Family; secondly, this unit The versatility is obviously higher than that of the rapid infantry, but the Fenwu armor is still an excellent unit (although the heavy equipment classification is a bit reluctant).

"You..." Apophis Breo was about to step forward when he was stopped by Roland.

"Let them rest for a while, they are too tired..." Roland looked at the white smoke coming from the gaps in the helmets.

Apophis Breo looked at the four sleeping and snoring people and shook his head helplessly. He took off his cloak and put it on one of them. Roland and Ormsk also put a whole deerskin on the others. After all, there are many leather goods made by ordinary people in Roland's space.

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"Can you tell anything?" Roland kicked Ormsk who was sitting in front of the campfire meditating.

"Huh? Your Highness! Come and sit!" Ormsk, who was awakened, moved a wooden block for Roland.

"Tell me about it! What's going on with these orcs!" Roland stretched out his hand to light the fire.

"Well, something is indeed wrong! They don't look like the main force!" Ormsk sorted out his words and said in a hesitant voice.

"I don't think so! You've seen the elites of Gambada and Dol Guldur. I don't think these ordinary soldiers can hunt down so many orc elites." Roland shook his head. He didn't know what Olaf was doing. Ge gave the Orc Thousand Man a slice of Yusheng.

"And the most important thing is the equipment! It's so bad! Why are you still using bone weapons! This is definitely not the main force, but cannon fodder!" Roland frowned. When did the orcs become so poor that they can no longer use iron weapons? Are those bone sticks really just for fun?

"But it doesn't make sense. Such a large group of orcs is not like wandering orcs. After all, a tribe of wandering orcs can be considered a large tribe with up to a thousand people! This time it is said that there are thousands of orcs!" Ohm Sk asked doubtfully as he rubbed his chin.

"Where did they come from?" Ormsk fiddled with the bonfire in confusion.

"I don't recognize their totems either..." Roland was also very depressed. This is not the totem of Mordor, nor the totems of Dol Guldur and Gambada, but with such a large group of orcs coming from the south, could it be that they have changed? from?

"Is the south still a gathering place for orcs?" Roland asked.

"No!" Ormsk shook his head. They knew the totems of several major orc gathering places clearly.