The Ominous Lord of the Skaven

Chapter 192 The Uninvited Guest

After looting the human village, the orc cavalry set the village on fire, and the billowing smoke signaled the destruction of another human stronghold.

Mysore boarded the city wall of the town and looked at the smoke trails in the distance.

The moment the thick smoke rose, the rapid dragoons in the town lost the meaning of attacking. Although they still howled and wanted to fight, the orc cavalry must have gone away at this time.

Not every territory can be feared by orcs like small towns. The purpose of most castles is only to delay the attacking rhythm of the orc army and to guard the real rear.

"Where did those guys go?"

"My lord, they have evacuated towards the north, but that is probably just a cover. Judging from the direction of the forest, they are very likely to enter the surrounding area of ​​Windsor."

The officers under Mysore analyzed that according to experience, this group of wolf cavalry has extraordinary jungle adaptability, and using the cover of the forest to avoid sight is their usual method.

"Looks like my trading partner is going to be busy for a while."

Mysore lamented that Ickert's bad luck, no matter how capable a person is, how far can he develop his territory in less than a year?
About 50 soldiers, plus hundreds of militiamen and old farmers, is probably Ickert's limit. Although the upright mice under him are indeed special, they cannot violate the law of development of things.

"Just remind him."

The young man will inevitably be a little aggressive. If he can't stand the orcs beating, smashing, looting and burning on Windsor's territory, he will probably lose his mind and go out of the city to fight.

Even if you win a miraculous victory, there is a high probability that you will lose your hard-earned family fortune.

The power of magic began to condense, and in Mysore's hands, a familiar familiar in the shape of a homing pigeon gradually took shape.

Different from living things, magic familiars have a higher speed, and the only thing limiting it is the constantly dissipating magic power.

The body of the carrier pigeon is gradually getting darker. Due to the long distance, Mysore had to stuff the magic crystal and the letter into the "belly" of the familiar.

The magic carrier pigeon flew out from the city wall and delivered the letter to Ickert before the orcs arrived.

At this time, Ickert, who was still troubled by industrial development, spread out the letter doubtfully.

"It's unbelievable. My old senior actually advised me to take people and hide in the castle. He also said that if you save people and lose land, all people and land will survive."

Ickert was disdainful of the contents of the letter, and handed the letter to Lafayette on the side, asking him to observe and observe.

The two were checking the training progress of the hunting battalion. The reorganized hunting battalion gradually returned to the establishment of 60 rats. The rats were equipped with guns, and every third rat had a bayonet.

At present, the Jaeger Battalion does not need to take on the main melee missions, so the requirements for them are more on shooting. This is also the reason why the priority is to equip the magic guns to the skirmishers instead of the grenadiers.

The underlying mathematical principle of volleyball shooting does not increase the hit rate of one's own side, but increases the probability of one's own side being hit.

It exists mainly to defend cavalry, stabilize morale, and improve melee capabilities.

In the small Spanish phalanx of Windsor's army, the strong grenadiers were in charge of close combat.

"The hairy orc mentioned the iron plate this time."

After reading the letter, Lafayette said with a smile that the Windsor Territory is different from those small territories that shatter at the touch of a finger.

If fighting in an open area, the output and armor-piercing capabilities of 60 magic guns can easily deal with three times as many enemies as yourself.

"Send out the Chasers, find the Hairy Orcs, and kill the stew."

Ickert ordered indifferently, completely deciding the fate of the hairy orc.

After a while, more than [-] scout mice came to the jackal pen, ordered their mounts and galloped out.

The Scout Rats are also equipped with a type of magic rifle, there are 10 in number, which can help them better face the Transcendent.

The jackal and the ratman, one has sufficient night vision ability, the other has the mobility and sense of smell to adapt to complex terrain, coupled with perfect marching equipment, the three cooperate with each other, and they can easily spot the wolf cavalry after traveling day and night trail.

It was night, and the orc wolf cavalry were resting peacefully in the forest.

Da Wuxia sat cross-legged with his orc warriors, enjoying the newly hunted monster barbecue.

There are also many orc warriors who like to eat human flesh. They think it is sour and appetizing.

"Da Wuxia, we have confirmed the sign of the support team, we just need to leave the supplies where they are, and we can start again."

An orc officer reported to the leader that the light cavalry's rucksack was full of wealth such as salt, refined magic items and jewelry, and gold.

One can imagine how many human territories they looted.

In the eyes of the hairy orcs, the only people who are equivalent to these treasures are the group of human adventurers.

They were tied up with chains of forbidden magic, and there were some pretty female adventurers among them. What would happen to them if they fell into the hands of the hairy orcs?

The answer is nothing will happen.

In the unique aesthetics of the hairy orcs, these bony, hairless monkeys are surprisingly ugly!Not feminine at all!
A creature without even hair!It just makes the orcs sick.

In contrast, warrior males with thick body hair and solid muscular muscles are considered "full-grown."

Only they will get the "favor" of the fur orcs.

Beside the campfire, several furry orcs raised their pants and left the "crime scene" in a comfortable state of mind and body.

On the ground, a muscular man was lying on the ground. It was the soldier who killed the village chief!

Due to greed, the team was captured by wolf cavalry in the forest, and finally ended up like this.

Even the body of the squad leader's second-tier fighter couldn't withstand the physical exertion of wrestling with dozens of orc fighters.

He couldn't move anymore.

In the prison where the adventurers were held, the male thief who had a crush on the captain for a long time had bitten his tongue and committed suicide, leaving only a few female adventurers shivering and curling up together.

"Fuck! Another one died!"

An orc officer cursed.

"Stinky boys! I told you to stop playing! This time, not a single man was caught! Do you expect to use these hairless freaks to please the great Barutu?"

The orc officer overturned a few of his subordinates as he spoke, and directed the orcs to carry out the dead male thieves, and put fresh skewers on the grill.

When the surviving adventurers saw this scene, they were all scared out of their wits.

The orcs quickly devoured the male thieves.

Then they felt that they were not full enough, and they grilled a female adventurer for an extra meal.

"God, if you can hear, please punish these ugly villains!"

A nun prayed, but her pious prayers only added some jokes to the orcs.

All prayers are empty unless the god of their mouths can put on his armor and go to war.

But what everyone didn't know was that in the pitch-black jungle, the muzzles of ten black holes were aimed at them at some point.

(End of this chapter)