Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 105: Freaks

Looking at the power and weight confrontation that ended in an instant, the captives lying on the sand dunes almost forgot to breathe.

"My God..."

The fast rope exhaled tremblingly, looking at the heavy cavalry who rushed forward, wanting to join the chase: "This is the heavy cavalry? That's an exaggeration, those are orcs! The big orcs are eight or nine feet tall. Ah!"

"You just said, 800 pounds of mount?"

Loisa retracted her head and silently said to the old hammer: "I guess, for heavy cavalry, the weight of armor has to be added."

"That's why we are looking for a place to cover ourselves." Dean looked ugly as the heavy cavalry stepped on the merchant’s camp: "The heavy cavalry of the Northlanders is more terrible than this—I saw it when I was young. When charging in groups, in front of that kind of front, everything is like paper."

Thyls pursed his lips and said nothing.

He understood for the first time that the meteorites would cruelly tie him and Selma to horses and let them "get used to the battlefield" intentions.

The captives sighed in unison, and turned to the only battlefield left: on the way to escape, the Stardust Guards were suddenly inserted to outflank the flank of the Cracked Stone Tribe.

Compared to a heavy-duty assault of the Chroma family without splashes, there is only an endgame.

There is no doubt that the warriors of the Stonebreaker tribe are brave and fearless: every time the human cavalry breaks through a layer of defense, the next batch of warriors will emerge from them in order and spontaneously, and they will decisively stay in place to form a new defense line. The futile battle and doomed death slowed the unremitting pursuit of the Stardust Guard and gained time for the orcs who continued to flee.

On the opposite side, every cavalry of the Stardust Guard is like a prison river ferryman riding on a horse. They rushed from left to right, their blades and spears flew one after another, wherever they went, the screams and roars of orcs were everywhere. , Blood and pain.

They were not without losses. There were also one or two unlucky cavalry who were shot down in the battle. Fortunately, they returned to the horseback of themselves or their fellows. The unlucky ones...but this is related to the casualties and passive disadvantages suffered by the orcs. In comparison, it's not worth mentioning.

Faced with the swift and sensitive, high-speed and high-speed cavalry, the strength and explosion that the desert orcs were proud of, and even the endurance and rage under severe injuries, all lost their usefulness. The once incomparable tribal warrior, at this moment Appears clumsy, pale and helpless.

The knights on horses often ride, suddenly change direction, insert into the side or back of the orc, use speed and momentum, or stab or cut, make a sudden blow, and then raise the rein regardless of the outcome of the battle. The bridle, flying away, risk avoiding the enemy's heavy counterattack or the fiercely wounded counterattack, and flee far before the tall orcs swarmed up.

In the face of hordes of orcs, the human cavalry will cooperate in pairs or threes, one sprints to lure the enemy, the other sneaks around, even raises a crossbow or throws a gun, immediately shoots a salvo, and then doubles away. Go, after running a dangerous distance, turn around and attack again.

As for those difficult opponents who saw them rushing early, so they were prepared, the cavalry would rather avoid their edge and look for opportunities than take the risk of attacking. They even rushed halfway, turned and rushed after a whistle. , Let the orcs who are preparing to meet with an uncomfortable but helpless howl, and then usher in the next fatal or non-fatal attack from behind or on the flanks.

However, many orcs were attacked, wounded, and wounded under such cunning and hateful, almost rogue tactics, but they could only utter grief and anger under the deadly wounds that could not stop bleeding, looking at their quick opponents. Flee far away.

They wielded their weapons in vain in the madness of severe injuries, venting terrible endurance and explosive power, and finally ushered in a tragic fate: exhaustion.

There are fewer orc warriors on the run.

Kandall's roar is getting hoarse.

Just like the fate of its subordinates.

Thyls sighed deeply.

So, the stories in the bardics and the history books-the battle of the saint three thousand years ago, the legendary battle of the two thousand human cavalry that defeated the 20,000 orcs, was this created?

At this time, a discordant voice emerged from the chaotic and tragic battlefield.

"Grass his mother!"

It was a knight who looked like a commander of the Stardust Guard. He saw the unstoppable attack of the Croma family in the distance.

The knight left the brigade. While riding his horse and raising his hoof, he spoke roughly:

"The brother-in-law is really... hurry up, chicks! This is all my credit, and can't be robbed!"

As soon as the voice fell, a loud noise passed over his head!

A long arrow landed not far from him.

Only then did the knight react, and turned to the direction of the long arrow flying in shock: Among the fleeing orcs, a white-liped orc drew another arrow and coldly hit the huge black bow.

The sharp-eyed Thales recognized it: It was one of Kandal's three holy guards, who shot to death the orc Yaku of the mercenary Pangka with an arrow.

"Grass your mother!"

The human who had just spoken drew a horse, galloped toward Yaku, and yelled: "You are a **** who is not a man and a lipstick..."

"Didn't your mother teach you not to shoot moving targets if you have a bad vision at night..."

The answer to this sentence is another arrow from Yaku!

"Whoo!"

The speaker was startled.

The long arrow sank vigorously, passing the speaker's ear, but it went straight into the other knight's mount.

In the painful neigh of the horses, the poor knight fell to the ground and was immediately surrounded by several orcs.

The talking human looked at the sacrifice of his subordinates, and furiously, he slapped his thigh: "I'm in trouble!"

"Snake Hand! Magic Blade!"

He yelled and pointed to Yaku: "Get rid of the lipstick!"

As soon as the voice fell, a knight on the side of the stars responded. He immediately raised a longbow, hit a long arrow with a rope tied to its tail, and shot it at Yaku!

The long arrow flew halfway, and before reaching Yaku's, it fell feebly and sank into the shoulder of another orc.

The orc cried out in pain, and took the long arrow.

The archery knight whistled, grabbed the long rope, and galloped to the other side, as if to drag the orc down!

The orc shouted angrily, and also grabbed the long rope and pulled it in the opposite direction, trying to drag the knight off the horse.

The long rope was torn apart, getting straighter and tighter.

Thyls was slightly surprised. He had seen the great power that the orcs could overturn the heavy cavalry. He couldn't help but want to speak to remind him: Don't fight with it!

However, just as the long rope was about to tighten, the knight saw that he was about to be dragged off, and the knight cunningly let go of his hand.

The orc who grabbed the other end of the long rope and was about to exert force suddenly loosened his hand, lost his balance, and staggered backward!

"Haha, idiot!" The archery knight laughed.

Another knight whizzed past the fallen orc, and the light of the sword flashed strangely. Before Thales could see it clearly, he saw the orc on the ground whimpering and blood spurting from his neck.

"Fart, snake hand!"

This knight with a weird sword light said an angry female voice: "The boss said-work obediently!"

She stopped the horse while she was talking, and the three orcs gathered around!

"Phantom Blade! Be careful!" The knight who started yelling hurriedly reminded him.

But Thales, who was watching the battle, was shocked: The rope that was shot out suddenly bounced from the ground as if it had life!

It was like a giant python, instantly wrapped around the orc closest to the female knight, and entangled its neck tightly.

The orcs dropped their weapons and pulled the cords around their necks in pain, but the cords spontaneously tightened, shrinking to a point where they were out of reach.

But the rope hasn't finished its journey yet-the extra part bounces strangely like a snake again, wrapping around the necks of the other two orcs!

"Don't worry, boss!"

The archery knight named Snake Hand pulled one end of the long rope and smiled and showed his thumb to the talking knight: "Everything is under control!"

The next moment, the blade flashed.

Thyls didn't even see how the blade was shot, but he saw blood splattering!

The three poor orcs avoided the fate of being strangled--they had their necks torn apart one after another.

"Enough, Snake Hand!" The female knight named Magic Blade shook the blood from the knife, and riding on the horse held up the knife to the snake hand who was pulling the long rope blankly: "We I’m going to do the lipstick!"

"You weren't a fool to be handsome!"

The Basilisk screamed: "You don't understand, this is my way of fighting..."

Thyls looked at the two knights, the man and the woman in surprise, his eyes on their snake-like ropes and strange blades.

That is... what power?

The prisoners seemed to be as surprised as Thales, they looked at each other, only the old hammer, his face became more and more weird.

"Shut up!"

The knight who was the first to yell at him seemed very annoyed: "That young master is coming to grab merit, work hard, swear by his mother—fuck!"

He accidentally left the charging brigade and was knocked to the ground by a desperate and angry orc with men and horses!

"Boss!" Snake Hand and Magic Blade exclaimed.

Thyls recognized it.

The orc wears blue war makeup and holds a mace.

Is one of the three holy guards.

Duraman the orc.

It's Thales' "Flaca".

The blue-faced orc roared, raised the mace in his hand and aimed it at the "boss" under the horse.

Thyls sighed.

At this moment, the fourth knight rushed forward, and he raised his hand from a distance!

In an instant, the gravel on the ground around Duraman flew up like an explosion.

Pounce on Duraman's face!

"Huh!"

While flying between the sand and the rocks, Duraman put down his mace, covered his eyes, and backed away in pain.

Thyls looked at the scene in front of him in surprise: The flying sand seemed to be controlled by someone, blocking Duraman's vision back and forth, preventing it from killing the "Boss."

But more orcs saw Duraman's situation, and they avoided the cavalry who rushed and approached the war chief's holy guard.

The knight who kicked off the sand screamed as he rode his horse to save people:

"Strange fire! Stop them!"

Farther afield, a fifth knight named Guaihuo galloped over. He bent down and took out a few round cans in his saddle bag.

"Come!"

As the mount galloped, the round can flew out of his hand and smashed into the rushing orcs.

The round cans burst one after another, spilling black liquid, pouring all over the orcs.

The knight named Weird Fire snapped his fingers.

"Boom!"

Thyls was surprised again!

The flame.

Endless flames erupted from the orcs spilled by the black liquid!

The burning made them scream and roll over.

With the efforts of several knights, the "boss" finally crawled out of his dead horse cursingly.

But on the other side, Duraman rubbed his eyes and rushed at him with a roar!

The other knights rushed here anxiously, but it was too late.

"Clang!"

The mace fell in the air!

Smashed **** the shield drawn out by "Boss"!

"Boss" grunted.

Thyls, who had seen it attack, felt tight.

Oops.

The power of Duraman the orc...

Sure enough, the blue-faced orc roared, and the mace pressed down!

The "Boss" twisted his face, as if he couldn't stand the power of the orc.

"Grass... strong... great..." He vomited intermittently, shaking all over, looking extremely strenuous.

But the next scene surpassed Thales's expectations again.

I saw the "Boss" trembling, pressing his right arm against the shield, and slowly extending his left arm, firmly grasping one of Duraman's arm!

"Hula--" Before Duraman scolded, he saw in astonishment that his mace was...lifting up inch by inch?

What?

The human captives who watched the battle were equally surprised!

"My God, is that Hercules?" Quickline blinked.

But there is nothing wrong. In this battle between humans and orcs, Duraman’s weapons are being stretched bit by bit by the human being in front of him, using physical power.

The knight named "Boss" gritted his teeth, raised his eyes, and continued to grasp the enemy's hand with his left arm.

"Ah!"

The "Boss" roared, his arm muscles gradually tightening.

Tyles stared intently: He saw that the "Boss" left arm was thicker than his right arm by a full circle.

Finally, the "Boss" broke out with unimaginable power, and lifted the mace over his head!

"Boom!"

He kicked Duraman back fiercely, then fell to the ground and panted.

The orc Duraman looked at his weapon with an ugly expression, obviously unable to imagine: he was actually suppressed by a human.

It was panting heavily, the anger and unwillingness in its eyes grew bigger and bigger, and it stepped on a big step to attack again!

But the orc failed to move forward.

The sand under Duraman's feet suddenly moved, as if it turned into the softest and weakest water, and the orc was trapped in it!

As the sand sinks to his waist, Duraman can no longer move freely, and it struggles desperately with a groan.

In the next second, a piece of rope from an unknown source swam from the sand like a snake, entangled Du Laman's hands tightly.

Its mace rolled to the ground.

"Grass! Lost your eyes, please work harder." The knight named Snake Hand has a tight face, with a rein in one hand and a rope in the other, staring at the entangled orc: "This guy, his strength So big!"

He rode his horse as a blinded knight, with the same constipation look, staring at the sand on the ground, looking very hard: "It's already my strength...Snake hand, don't be lazy Ah!"

But they still held Duraman, who wanted to break free.

Until the "Boss" got enough breath and got up from the ground.

He walked up to the locked Duraman, looked at the hatred and angry eyes of the opponent, and repeated disdainfully:

"How powerful is your strength?"

"Boss, you hurry up!" In the distance, the knight named strange fire rushed back and forth anxiously, madly throwing a round can at the orc trying to approach, causing a fire on the enemy, and the magic blade. People drag them hard:

"I am almost running out of oil!"

The boss took a bite, clenched his left fist, and stretched it back to a punch angle.

The muscles in his left arm surging again.

Duraman roared in grief.

"But."

"Yes," the boss chuckled: "Strong-it's amazing."

The next second, the boss's fist shot instantly, so powerful that it even caused ripples in the air.

"Boom!"

A crisp sound.

He hit a standard uppercut.

What Thales saw again was the originally terrifying and terrifying orc Duraman, whose chin was pointed straight at the sky.

The blue-faced orc didn't move anymore.

On the sand dunes, the captives stared at the battle of these strange men and women.

"It's a pity, Saikka who has just grown up," Dean smiled, patted Thales on the shoulder jokingly, and pointed to the dead Duraman: "Your dear Fraka... "

"It was killed~IndoMTL.com~Tels responded with a polite smile.

"Yes."

The prince looked helplessly raising his hand: "It's a pity that I can't kill it by himself."

"My God," Old Hammer didn't seem to be conscious of joining this little humor. He stared at the strange cavalry with their nicknames: "Those people, they are not just the Stardust Guard. ."

"So who are they?" Quickline asked curiously.

"Freaks," Old Hammer said coldly: "Or the ‘Freak Team’-in the Bladefang camp, and even in the army sequence of the entire western front, we all call them that."

Everyone was surprised.

"Freaks? Freak squad..."

Thyls chewed on the term, his face changed: "Could it be that..."

"Yes, that's a group of freaks," the veteran of the stars turned his face, with a contradictory expression: "It is Baron Williams who has personally amnesty and recruited against criticism and accusations, and has caused countless troubles since its establishment. Most of them are scumbags, criminals, lunatics, prostitutes..."

"Team of Supervisors."