The distance was closer and closer.
The stench of the wolf's bloody mouth came to their faces, and the orc riders roared and rushed to the crowd in front of them. There were cries all around; George turned to look at his sister, who was holding the baby not far away. He did not hesitate to hold up his weapon and rushed up. Behind him were the old, the weak, the women and the children. Once the orc riders rushed in, it would be a massacre. As a militia trained by soldiers, he could not sit back and watch the tragedy.
"Follow me! Men come and block them!"
George waved his weapon and went to face the orc riders. There were several small men around him who also grabbed weapons and rushed over. There was fear in these people's eyes because they were facing the terrifying orc riders. The orc riders were fierce, but the wolves they rode on were even more terrifying; these wolves that were larger than cows could easily deal with professional soldiers.
