In the early morning of the Orcs, the sun outside rose again.
Under the sunshine, Athir rode a horse and accompanied a few people, quietly patrolling the surroundings.
After a while, he brought his men back to the camp and saw the soldiers gathered in the camp.
He frowned subconsciously, stopped a passerby and asked him about the situation.
"Someone has returned from the front line. It is said that they have discovered traces of orcs. Lord Fular is gathering soldiers to go there to suppress them." The soldier narrated what he knew with a respectful look on his face, and then left in a hurry.
Athir was stunned and turned around to look forward.
All the combat forces in the camp have basically been mobilized, including not only the elite troops that Fular brought from the castle, but also some apprentice knights who were originally stationed here.
There were still some soldiers outside who were coming back one after another. They were all soldiers like Athir who were sent to patrol and station around some time ago. They were coming back one after another at this time.
Looking at this situation, Atier sighed inwardly, and without much hesitation, he rode his horse to the front.
He saw Fular standing in front of the patrol team. He was still wearing the light black armor and looked as majestic as ever.
As if sensing Athir's gaze, the other party turned around, looked at Athir, and nodded slightly to him.
Looking around, Athir consciously walked to the queue on the side, where there were apprentice knights like Athir.
He looked around and saw Dill was also inside. His face was more serious than ever and he didn't dare to relax at all.
After a while, when most of the recalled people had returned to the team, Fular began to assign teams.
The mission this time is to suppress the orcs. Judging from the information we have known so far, this group of orcs is quite powerful, and we will definitely need to draw a large part of the combat force over there.
However, the camp cannot be left without someone stationed there. During the time when we are away, there must also be someone guarding it to prevent the bandits and savages from the north from entering the territory in the south.
Of course, for Athir, these have nothing to do with him.
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A few days later, in the wilderness, Athir quietly followed the troops in front, slowly moving forward.
"After walking this distance for another half a day, we will reach that area."
Arriving at this area and looking at the team behind him, Fular suddenly said, "Let our people speed up. We must reach there within today."
With an order, the team's pace increased again.
But looking at this situation, Athir frowned.
Leading the team forward at such a fast speed in an unknown location consumes a lot of physical energy, and if an accident occurs, it will be easy to get frustrated.
The entire team is not composed entirely of cavalry, most of the soldiers are actually still on foot.
In this world, although the physical fitness of warriors is much stronger than that of people in the previous life, they will still feel tired after walking under the sun for such a long time.
Through his keen hearing, Athir had already faintly heard the heavy breathing sounds coming from the surrounding soldiers from time to time.
"I hope there won't be any accidents." He thought to himself as he rode his horse and looked at the rugged road ahead.
Walking through here, around noon, we arrived at the foot of a mountain and the surroundings suddenly became quiet.
This abnormal situation attracted everyone's attention.
Fular was riding a tall white horse, looking at the surrounding terrain, and asked in confusion: "Where are the people we sent out to patrol? Haven't they returned yet?"
"Not yet." A reply came from behind, with a hint of doubt in the tone.
Hearing this, Fular frowned subconsciously, and opened his mouth, wanting to say something.
Whoosh!
At this moment, an inexplicable sound suddenly sounded.
Athir's eyes narrowed suddenly. He felt extremely familiar with this sound: "Is this the sound of an arrow breaking through the air?"
This thought flashed through his mind in an instant, and he instinctively raised his head and saw the arrow in the sky.
Strong physical fitness and instincts from long-term training came into play immediately.
Before others could react, Athir subconsciously grabbed a shield hanging on the horse, then pushed hard with his feet, jumped hard, and returned to the ground in an instant.
He swung his left hand forward violently, and the shield in his hand knocked away several arrows in front of him. Then he had the mind to look around.
The horse he was originally sitting on was gone, with more than a dozen arrows piercing its body. It fell to the ground, wailing.
Others are similar.
Those apprentice knights were fine. Although they were given special care, their own qualities were much stronger and their reaction abilities were pretty good. Only a few unlucky ones were hit.
Those ordinary soldiers were much more miserable.
Compared with apprentice knights, these ordinary warriors not only react much slower, but also have worse equipment. Some warriors don't even have a set of crude leather armor. Once hit, their fate will be very miserable.
Athir noticed that the arrowheads had a distinctly pale green color, most likely having been soaked in some kind of poison.
At the front of the team, Fular had a stern expression on his face, with the sword drawn in his hand, and his intimidating eyes staring straight ahead.
All around, in the originally quiet place, a muffled sound was heard.
Ahead, in the silent forest, orcs wearing simple animal skin robes, with ferocious faces and about two meters tall walked out, each of them carrying a bloodthirsty and violent aura.
Compared to humans, these orcs have gray skin and are much stronger. They generally carry heavy weapons and look terrifying enough.
"S..La.Meng."
Inexplicable roars came from the mouths of these orcs.
There was no extra words or communication. At the beginning of the meeting, these orcs raised their weapons and rushed forward fiercely.
There was a violent vibration in front. This group of orcs was very direct. They launched the attack while Athir and others had not yet reacted, without giving them any time to prepare.
Suddenly, almost all the soldiers, including Fular, changed color.
"Something's wrong!" At this moment, Athir's heart was shaken: "There are so many orcs, almost a small orc tribe. How could they come here without any news?"
The social structure of orcs is different from that of humans. Most of them are made up of tribes and only unite when necessary.
Excluding the elderly, the weak, women, children, and females, a normal orc tribe usually only has a few hundred warriors.
In front of Athir, there were at least three or four hundred orc warriors in dense crowds.
Before they had time to think too much, the orcs in front of them shouted in a language that Athir could not understand, and rushed towards them waving their weapons.
Faced with this situation, no matter what he had thought before, he could only draw his weapons and fight these orcs.
It was obvious that trainee knights like Athir were given special care by these orcs.
Compared with ordinary soldiers, these apprentice knights are much more threatening, and the armor and weapons they wear are often better, making them more conspicuous than ordinary soldiers.
Even though Athir, who looked relatively weak among these apprentice knights due to his age, was now surrounded by several tall orc warriors, who were looking at him with ferocious expressions.
Looking at the orc warrior who had returned in front of him, Atier's expression remained unchanged. He held a one-meter-long and wide silver shield in his left hand, and stretched his right hand to his waist, touching the cross sword there.
Crack!
A crisp shattering sound was heard, leaving a red bloodstain.
In front of Athir, the tall orc warrior opened his eyes and stared at Athir, as if he couldn't believe that he would be defeated so soon.
A huge metal battle axe smashed down towards Athir, but was blocked by a silver shield.
Athir felt the power coming from the shield in his left hand, and his originally nervous mood completely calmed down.
These orcs look strong and powerful, which they are indeed, but they are still inferior to Athir.
Athir estimated that the strength of these ordinary orc warriors was about 1.5, and their agility and physique were slightly stronger than ordinary people. In terms of physical fitness, they were completely comparable to elite human warriors, but they were inferior to trainee knights, not to mention Athir.
A cold light flashed in the air, and with the huge force, a huge head of an orc flew out.
Athir turned around and chopped down with a few swords without hesitation, blocking the attacks of the other orcs beside him.
He rushed forward, and the orcs in front of him had no time to react and remained in their original positions. They were pierced through the chest by the cross sword in his hand and fell to the ground behind them.
roar!!
A low roar came from behind Athir, and the whistling sound of weapons dancing rapidly reached Athir's ears.
He subconsciously moved his left hand back to block, and the shield in his hand collided with a giant sword.
bump!!
There was a violent collision sound, and a huge force rushed towards the body.
Atier felt a pain in his hand and took several steps back before looking behind him.
He was an orc warrior who was much taller than ordinary orcs. Not only was he nearly two meters and five meters tall, he was also wearing a rough leather armor. He was half-kneeling on the ground, as if he had suffered some loss in the collision just now.
These are orc warriors, some of the orcs with strong physiques. In terms of combat power, they are equivalent to apprentice knights.
It seemed that because Athir's previous performance was too outstanding, several orc warriors around him, weapons in hand, slowly surrounded him.
(End of this chapter)