Dust of History Chapter 6: Reminiscing about the time of killing (1)

Asa followed Captain Saunders and ran out of the camp. Although Sanders was wearing steel armor, he was actually faster than him who was wearing light clothes. The other soldiers who were awakened by the whistle also hurriedly picked up their weapons and ran over.

Everything is clearly visible under the bright moonlight. Several figures of different heights stood quietly at the intersection outside the camp, and the soft moonlight could not alleviate the ominous atmosphere emanating from the weapons in their hands.

The tallest of them all is an ogre. Even among the same kind, that body is very huge, twice as tall and five times as thick as an ordinary person. Wrapped from head to toe in specially made iron armor, he carried two maces, one large and one small, matching his body in each hand. The moonlight reflected a sharp cold light on his armor and weapons.

Nearby are two werewolves. In order not to hinder their high agility and speed, they only wore a set of hard leather armor to protect their vitals. Although the meteor hammer in their hands was not as huge and terrifying as the weapons in the ogre's hands, it was still enough to smash any armor. There are also three lizardmen, their armor is the same as that of werewolves, and they hold a big knife as long as a person in both hands. The two half-orcs on the far side each held an oversized crossbow in their hands.

In the middle of this group of murderous orcs, there is a very thin figure in comparison. It has neither armor nor weapons, but only wears a cloak to hide its race and face.

Sanders' face was whiter than paper in the moonlight. He didn't expect the situation to be so bad.

More than a month ago, he received an order from the head of the Holy Knights, asking him to secretly lead a group of soldiers to the western wasteland to investigate the abnormal behavior of the orc tribe. For more than ten years, the western troops have continued to wipe out the orcs of various races, and almost all the orc tribes in the western wasteland have been driven to extinction. So even though his superiors specifically told him to be careful, he only thought that he would encounter some sporadic attacks.

Orcs don't know how to smelt and forge. Whether it is production tools or weapons, most of them are simple stone tools. Therefore, even if the physical fitness and combat effectiveness are far superior to humans, they are vulnerable to a well-equipped army.

The various orc races never communicate with each other. These primitive and ignorant demihumans even refused to contact any other civilizations at all, and simply stuck to their unique way of life and beliefs passed down from generation to generation. Clan after clan waited quietly to be razed to the ground by the iron hooves of human armies.

Now these common senses have been shattered by the facts in front of them, and it will be a shattering with a strong smell of blood. The well-armed mixed orc troop in front of them will never just come to show them.

This is the top of a barren mountain surrounded by cliffs. Sanders chose to station here because of the good view and easy defense but difficult attack. Even if the orcs want to sneak attack at night, they can defend well. There is only one single intersection here, and if you guard it well, you can prevent any orcs from coming up.

Of course, as long as you stand at this intersection, no one can escape.

The cloaked figure in the middle of the orcs suddenly moved, as if nodding, and gave a slight acknowledgment.

This is a very standard human pronunciation, very relaxed and casual, like a note of approval when drinking tea in the sun and listening to friends chatting.

The ogre next to it seemed to be activated by a certain valve in its body by this soft voice, and it was also like a beast tied to its head and neck, and now the restraint was suddenly loosened by a light touch , immediately let out an earth-shattering roar, and rushed towards the crowd. With a huge body and a heavy armor, every step makes the ground tremble slightly, and it will crush all the lives in front of it to pieces. All the soldiers showed a look of fear.

When Asa saw those orcs just now, he thought about how to escape. He was very clear about the situation. Since these orcs were able to calmly touch the mountain to guard the intersection, they were absolutely sure to kill more than a hundred of them. And he knew better what it meant to be an ogre with heavy armor and wielding that kind of heavy weapon. Generally speaking, just one ordinary ogre is enough for twenty or so well-armed soldiers to deal with it.

The cliffs are so high that even with the Dono River below them, they are high enough to smash into meatloaf on the rocks at the bottom of the water. But Asa knew that there was a tree in the middle of the cliff behind, and he tried to water the branches above with urine when he was urinating. He knew the position of the tree on the cliff and the thickness of its branches, enough to slow down the falling force to a safe level.

Seeing the ogre rushing towards this side, he was about to turn around and run away when he found a figure beside him flashing out suddenly. It was Sandest who rushed towards the ogre by himself with sword and shield.

The morale of the army is depressed, and he wants to use his own strength to deal with the ogres to restore morale.

The silhouettes of people intertwined, as if it was the loud noise and tremors made by the mountain itself, the ogre's hammer blow, which could smash ten cows to pieces, only hit the ground. Sanders' contact with the ogre was so quick that the soldiers couldn't see what was happening. After a sound of metal impact, the ogre fell on its back with a bang, Sanders flew back high, performed a beautiful backflip in the air, and landed firmly in front of the formation, waved the long sword in his hand, and said Chanting the incantation, the long sword slowly emitted a burst of blue-white fluorescence, as mighty as a warrior jumping out of an epic myth. Hundreds of soldiers woke up from the panic, and shouted excitedly in unison, which was deafening.

Asa didn't cry, only he could see clearly that the ogre fell by himself.

The moment the two intersected, Sanders avoided the hammer blow with amazing agility, jumped onto the shoulder of the ogre, and raised his sword to the gap between the eyes in the middle of the helmet. At the same time, the ogre fell on its back and swung the hammer in the other hand. Sanders blocked the hammer blow with the steel shield in his left hand, and flew backward with his strength, but the tip of the sword was only a little bit short of piercing the ogre's eyes.

With a sound of 'clang', Sanders dropped the small steel shield in his left hand. The one-inch-thick shield made of fine steel has completely deformed, and even the curved shield designed to resist heavy weapons such as hammers and axes is useless under that kind of force and that kind of weapon.

By the moonlight, Asa saw that the fingers of Sanders' left hand, which was holding the shield just now, had been completely deformed, and it was impossible to tell that they were fingers.

Saunders stuck the sword into the ground, held the twisted fingers in his right hand, and pulled them back to their original shape one by one, with the glow of recovery magic in his hand. There was a crackling sound between his fingers, and Dou Da's cold sweat dripped from his forehead. His expression didn't fluctuate at all, and Ruju's eyes kept staring coldly at the ogre who got up in front of him.

Looking at Sanders' face as calm as a sculpture, a fiery fighting spirit spread rapidly from somewhere in his body, Asa clenched the knife in his hand. He suddenly didn't want to run away.

Sanders removes his steel armor. Armor is meaningless, only agility and speed are the only way to win. Clenching the long sword that has been infused with the spiritual blade with both hands, as long as he finds the right opportunity, he has the confidence to penetrate it without picking the weak point of the armor. He turned around and shouted: "Bless me." The two were caught in the crowd The priest began to chant the mantra, and a dim white light resonated on them and Sanders.

Two half-orcs suddenly jumped onto the shoulders of the werewolves next to them, and pulled the crossbows in their hands at the two priests who were clearly targeted.

A priest's head immediately exploded like an egg, blood and brains splashing around. The soldier behind him fell on his back without even groaning, and blood gushed out of the fist-sized hole in his chest like a fountain.

Beside the other priest, there was an experienced warrior who raised the wooden shield in his hand to block the priest at the right time. As a result, the shattered hand and the fragments of the wooden shield were embedded into the spiked iron ball. the pastor's face. The soldier let out a wail, and fell down with the priest on his arms in a strange posture.

Sanders rushed towards the ogre suddenly, he knew that he had to kill this most lethal behemoth as soon as possible, at least before the two half-orcs reinstalled the two machine crossbows.

The figure under the cloak said a few words, and all the orcs except the two half-orcs rushed towards the crowd immediately. One of the werewolves confronted Sanders, who was charging towards the ogre.

A distance of dozens of meters seems to be within reach under the amazing explosive power of the lizardmen~IndoMTL.com~ Almost as soon as the soldiers started to notice the movements of the orcs, the three lizardmen had already rushed in front of them .

The soldiers at the front were as fragile as straw under the lizard man's long knife, four or five fell down with just one knife. The lizard man's prostrate attack posture was slashing on the abdomen, and with a swing of one man's long blade, the blood and internal organs of several people gushed out together. Then the werewolf who kept up with each attack caused at least two soldiers to fly up, and were smashed to pieces of flesh and blood by the huge meteor hammer.

Asa took the attack of a lizardman alone. He charged forward against the edge of the blade. Such a long weapon had a too large damage range, and it was better to attack than to hide. Lizardmen are only slightly stronger than humans.

The longer the weapon is, the heavier it will be, and the swing trajectory will be obvious. Asa's first knife was placed near the handle of the opponent's hard-to-use knife, and sparks flew everywhere. In the second cut, the danger of losing both sides forced the lizard man to return the knife to resist. When it was the fourth cut, the lizard man had to drop the big knife and draw out the small ax at his waist to parry, and at the same time jumped back quickly.

Asa swung his sword back, his fighting spirit burst into flames, and he shouted: "Come here with two people. We can win."

The only response to him was screams of scrambling to be the first.