"It's almost there..."
Walking in the vast wilderness and looking at the scene in the distance, Athir muttered to himself.
At this time, after half a month of marching, the group had covered a long distance.
Before my eyes was a mountain range stretching for dozens of miles. In the mountains, there were dense vegetation and cold air, and it seemed that there were all kinds of living creatures hiding among them.
"According to the information Mokla gave us, the orc tribe should be just ahead of us."
A rough voice sounded behind him, and then a sturdy apprentice rode over from behind Athir. It was the white-bearded Xilar.
At this moment, he was wearing silver-white armor and holding the reins in his hands. He looked more like a knight than a wizard apprentice.
"By the way, you really don't want to wear a suit of armor like me?"
Looking at Athir, Xilar said loudly: "The battlefield is different from usual. Although we have spells, it is always good to have more protection."
At this point, he slapped the armor on his chest with his right hand, making a crisp sound: "The armor I made is made entirely of silver iron. While it has stronger defense than other armors, it will not have any effect on casting spells."
"If you want it, Athir, for the sake of our friendship, a set only costs five magic stones!"
"Forget it..." Glancing at Xilar beside him, Athir was a little speechless: "Let's think about what spell we should construct later. If we make a mistake in the construction, it will be troublesome."
"Haha, don't be nervous." Looking at Athir's expression, Xilar laughed: "I have experience in this kind of thing, you just need to go through it a few more times."
While they were talking, Aisha and a few others followed behind them.
Because they were following the army, they rode horses this time. However, as second-class apprentices, their physical fitness was no worse than that of ordinary knights. In addition, as native Gumo people, their horsemanship was pretty good. Even though they had been trekking in the wild for half a month, they did not look tired.
At this time, as the team marched, the army of thousands of people had been divided into several groups and were constantly wandering around.
"My lords." A voice came from the front. It was a knight, who was riding a horse and rushing towards where Athir and his companions were.
"Lord Kosis lets you pass!" He shouted at Athir and the others, while riding his horse in the direction they came from.
After looking at each other silently, Atier and his companions walked forward.
When they reached the front, they walked into a tent and saw Kossis and Mokla inside.
"You're here."
Looking at Athir and the others, Mokla nodded and said, "We are almost at our destination. Please get ready."
"This time our target is a medium-sized tribe, with approximately 3,000 orcs in it."
Looking at the people in front of him, Kosis said, "My knight is leading people to fight against this tribe. We will arrive in a while. I hope you can help to eliminate the bloodthirsty orcs in this tribe."
After listening to his words, Atier and others nodded, indicating that they had no objection.
The team rested for a while halfway and then started marching again.
When they arrived at the wilderness ahead, there were obviously more wild beasts around. Occasionally, there were some scattered orcs hiding around. After seeing their huge team, they were scared and hid away.
Whoosh!
The sound of an arrow breaking through the air echoed all around.
Kosis's face was calm, and his eyes did not change at all as he looked at the orc in the distance who was shot in the chest by a long arrow.
I don't know how much time had passed, but sporadic shouts began to be heard from the front. Some warriors were fighting with scattered orcs in the front, and it seemed that they were evenly matched for the time being.
After receiving support from Kosis, the battle situation immediately tilted towards the human side.
Coming here, Athir looked around.
The orcs here are different from those he had seen before. Although they are all tall, their fur is thicker and has a stronger warmth-keeping effect.
After arriving here, Kocis led his men to charge forward personally.
"Everyone, it's our turn." Mokla said as he walked in front of everyone.
Several wizard apprentices nodded, rode their horses, and slowly moved forward.
In front, there were some bloodthirsty orcs scattered everywhere. Their three-meter-tall bodies were very conspicuous even among the orcs.
As agreed beforehand, several apprentices rushed towards the bloodthirsty orcs respectively.
"Bloodthirsty orcs... I really miss them."
Looking at the tall figure in the distance that was very similar to his memory, Athir couldn't help but sigh.
When he first came to this world, he once fought with orcs on the battlefield and even defeated the knights.
However, even though he was now a top knight, he had no intention of going forward to fight.
Reaching out his hand gently, he took out a red longbow on horseback and slowly pulled the bowstring.
This was acquired by him when he was in college, from a third-class apprentice. Although it was not a magic item, it was reinforced using wizard methods and could withstand Athir's current strength. In the end, it was bought by Athir for one magic stone.
"Calculate wind resistance... Calculate angle deviation..." In his mind, the sound of the chip machinery kept ringing, constantly helping Athir adjust the angle through powerful calculations.
With a slight sound, the arrow quickly left the longbow and flew towards the tall orc dozens of meters away.
There is no need for any magic to help. With Athir's physical strength, the destructive power that can be caused by shooting an arrow with all his strength can be comparable to the spells of some second-class apprentices.
The long arrow quickly turned into a black dot in the field of vision and rushed away quickly.
Dozens of meters away, a three-meter-tall, bloodthirsty orc with gray-red skin roared with the giant sword in his hand and was about to swing it forward.
Roar!!!
An extreme stabbing pain came from his chest. The bloodthirsty orc roared and looked at his chest in disbelief. There, an arrow pierced through it.
But even so, with the vitality of the bloodthirsty orc, it still did not die. It did not even look seriously injured. Instead, it roared and rushed towards the direction where the arrow came from.
He quickly found the target. Dozens of meters away, Athir was wearing a black robe, sitting on horseback, holding a scarlet longbow in his hand, looking extremely conspicuous.
"Unenchanted arrows are not powerful enough."
Looking at the tall orc rushing towards him from a distance, Athir shook his head and continued to pull the bow and arrow in his hand.
"Calculate wind resistance..." The mechanical voice of the chip is still ringing in my mind.
An arrow flew through the air and accurately hit the heart of the bloodthirsty orc.
Because the distance was closer, the arrow went straight through the opponent's body.
The bloodthirsty orc's heart ruptured, and his body suddenly twitched. He fell straight to the ground with a loud bang.
After dealing with the orc in front of him, Athir looked at the rest of the ground.
In the distance, Xilar, wearing silver armor, was fighting against bloodthirsty orcs like a knight. He didn't look like a wizard at all, but rather had the fighting style of a barbarian knight.
With her unique blood magic, Aishar was almost able to eliminate the orcs in front of her.
After seeing this, Athir no longer had any interest in reading further.
This orc tribe is almost finished.
The chance of a bloodthirsty orc appearing is very low. Often, only one bloodthirsty orc may appear among hundreds of orc children.
According to Kosis's introduction, the orc tribe in front of them has only about 3,000 people, and it would be great if they could have a few bloodthirsty orcs at most.
After these bloodthirsty orcs were dealt with by their apprentices, the remaining ordinary orcs would definitely not be a match for Kosis and his men, and would soon be completely defeated.
I don't know how much time had passed, but when it was almost dusk, the battle in the front was finally almost over.
The orcs of this tribe were completely defeated. Except for those who were killed directly on the battlefield, the rest all ran deeper into the mountains and forests.
All around, warriors began to clean up the battlefield, capturing orcs from time to time and tying them up with special ropes.
This is to collect captives. For the backward Ancient Armor City, these orc captives are the biggest source of income. Because they are strong and cheap, a large number of slave traders come to buy them every year.
After the road ahead was cleared, Athir and his companions walked to the front, where the location of the orc tribe could be seen from afar.
Compared with human villages, these orc tribes seem to be relatively backward, but they also have a certain degree of civilization. The orcs do not live in cold and damp caves, but in some extremely simple houses.
Like humans, orcs are also an intelligent race. Although their intelligence may be generally low, they do have their own unique civilization.
Walking into this extremely simple village, the apprentices couldn't help but frown at the stench that was everywhere.
The environment here is rather bad. After all, in this world, even human cities are in a mess. Some cities are even filled with feces. The place where orcs live will naturally be even worse.
As I walked in, some subtle sounds began to appear around me.
Those were the wailing of some young orcs and the unwilling roars of old orcs.
"What are they doing?"
Listening to the sounds around him and looking at the old orc in front of him who was tied up with ropes and kept roaring, Athir frowned and asked.
"Clear these useless individuals."
On the side, Mokla, dressed in a black robe, walked over from behind.
"Generally, orc slaves are very popular with slave traders because they are strong and easy to feed. However, these young children and old orcs are different."
He looked at Athir and slowly explained to him: "Orcs are similar to humans. It takes at least ten years for a newborn baby to grow into a strong labor force. Old orcs and those with disabilities basically cannot live for too long, so it is not worth wasting food on them."
Hearing this, Athir nodded without saying anything more.
(End of this chapter)