I'm not that kind of orc

"... Your favorite work?" I felt my cheeks twitch slightly.

"Orcs, female elves, groves..." Miriah shrugged, "The rest is up to you to imagine."

"What did you instill in a child!!" I immediately pinched her skull.

Blasting is Art (1)

After successfully finding the enemy's garrison, we quickly worked out an attack route, and then I sent a warg beast soul to lure the brothers who were on standby in the distance.

"Those golems tied to the beast soul will attack from the west in one team. Our team will rush down from the high ground here. You don't have to work too hard, just set fire on the edge of the camp. Listen to my password and evacuate at any time .Our task is to attract attention." I confirmed the order with the brothers, looked around everyone, "Is everything clear?"

Everyone raised their right fists together and responded silently with movements. After all, sneak attacks can't make too much noise.

"Okay, then each get on the mount, and watch me do things with the ax in my hand... And don't just ride on my back with a look of course! I'm not a mount!!"

As I said that, I grabbed Miria who had naturally climbed onto my back and threw it on the back of one of the beast souls I summoned, and then I rode on the other beast soul myself.

After simply forming the team, we gathered on the high ground. I glanced at the camp below the high ground, then turned my head and winked at Tilawa.

Tilawa understood, pulled the rope at hand, and used the hypnotic spell that Roland added to it.

On the other end of the rope, the synthesized beast that has been fully manipulated immediately moved, jumped out from the high ground, flapped its wings and swooped down towards the camp below—this kind of monster that was snatched from the enemy was used as the final attack. The front meat shield is perfect.

Then, I raised the tomahawk in my hand and swung it down. I rushed out first, followed by my brothers.

Unlike when we were attacking the city on the plains or fighting the enemy head-on, our charge was extremely concealed and quiet. No one made a sound from rushing down from the high ground to approaching the enemy's watchtower. The rustling sound of stepping on the ground converged.

About ten seconds after we launched the charge, the enemy didn't notice the anomaly here.The alarm bell on the sentry tower only rang twice, and the entire sentry tower was smashed head-on by the synthetic beast we controlled.

Only then did we utter a deafening battle cry in unison, drawing the attention of the entire camp.

"Kill! Kill all that can be killed, and light all that can be burned!" I shouted, raised the torch and used shamanic magic to control the flames, and poured out a large area of ​​flames to ignite all the nearby tents.

Encouraged by my feat, the gang followed me with enthusiasm to wreak havoc in the camp.

Whether it is synthetic beasts, undead creatures, demons, elf sinners or human mercenaries working for the enemy's formation, we will not hesitate to kill any enemy that appears in our field of vision.

The brethren rode the wargs and ran around, cut the ropes of the tent with battle axes, lit the firewood and straw that could be seen with torches, and even directly used the explosive weapons made by the dwarves for us, throwing the short-handled war hammer To the temporary fortifications of the camp, in the flames soaring into the sky, the temporary stone buildings collapsed.

"Wonderful, this destructive power is amazing!!" The orc who took the lead in using the explosive prop - Wake jumped up for joy, and took out the tomahawk for throwing.

Seeing this, the others followed suit, throwing those props everywhere, and there was a sudden explosion, mixed with the heroic laughter of the brothers. The blazing fire illuminated everyone's smiling faces, and it was as lively as opening a bonfire in the winter in the hometown. Like a banquet.

Although I have been worried about whether these things will detonate in my hands along the way, this thing is a bit overwhelming as soon as I use it. The area we invaded soon appeared a sea of ​​​​fire, and even I couldn't help thinking about it for the dwarves. The art of blasting applause.

It's just that with this astonishing explosive power, these props can only be used by dwarves and orcs with extraordinary arms, and the users themselves may be affected by the explosion if they fall far enough.

This kind of destructive action of burning, killing and looting can be regarded as the old profession to a certain extent for the wolf cavalry.In the era of the reign of the devil, the orc wolf cavalry in the formation is the nightmare of the civilized race in the south.

Brave cavalry will ride through the towns and villages, burning, killing and looting on the wolf that no fast horse can catch up, turning one civilization settlement after another into ruins and then go away. No matter how fast a human knight rides Even a good horse cannot catch up.The countries in the south were deeply troubled by this, and once called the wolf cavalry "predators".

Nowadays, the orcs who have escaped from the shadow of the demon king have long since stopped doing this kind of thing of robbing houses, but the fierce wolf cavalry troops are still retained as the vanguard of defending the tribe.The reason why I chose to lead the wolf cavalry to carry out this surprise attack mission is to give these damned enemies the trouble of the former "predator".

Just as I expected, the enemy troops who calmly pushed the army to the Yinhui Fortress never thought that we, who were supposed to be turtles in the city, would do the opposite, and take the initiative to kill their camp as if we were desperate. Playing so crazy that we completely failed to give timely warning and counterattack to our raid.

This feeling is like a lion playing with a rabbit wantonly, but unexpectedly the rabbit went crazy and jumped up and bit it.

We ran rampant in the camp for a full 3 minutes, only to see a group of synthetic beasts led by a few black mages attacking aggressively towards us.

"Withdraw! Withdraw!! Go back!!" I didn't care about fighting, and raised my battle ax decisively to order to evacuate.

Our task here is just to attract the attention of the enemy. It is a bit of a fantasy to use 33 cavalry to compete with the army in this camp.

After I turned around and galloped out of the camp on the beast soul, the well-trained wolf cavalry turned around and followed me.

The wolf cavalry is suitable for this kind of hit-and-run tactic, but this time, I found that we encountered a little trouble.

"Brother! Those monsters run a little fast!!" Wacker, who was following me, shouted at me.

I turned my head and glanced at the rear, and found that the synthetic beasts were not much slower than the wargs in charging.The key is that we rushed down from a high ground, and we had to go uphill along the original route to evacuate, which greatly slowed down our speed.

"After I'm here, you go first!" Seeing that the synthetic beasts had followed us to the slope of the high ground, I just rushed up to the high ground and immediately prepared to rush down again to buy some time for everyone.

But at this time, Tilawa, who rushed up to the high ground, yelled at me: "It's okay, Master Brock, I have a solution!"

Before I could react, she took out a huge slingshot from her body—not the kind played by children, but the hunter slingshot used by us orcs. It is very powerful and can eject the stone bullets of quail eggs several times. Shoot down birds and even blind beasts from a distance of [-] meters.

She took out a few leather-wrapped projectiles and skillfully used the slingshot to shoot down the synthetic beast that was about to rush up.

The projectile seemed to be wrapped with a special powder, and when it hit the synthetic beast's face, large clusters of dust exploded, instantly covering the ground with smoke.

"Smoke bomb?" I was stunned for a moment, and then I realized something was wrong.

Why is this dust... pink?

Blasting is Art (2)

"What stuff are you stuffing in there?" I turned to Tilawa and asked.

"I don't know. Dean Roland gave me those medicines, saying they can be used in this situation." Tilawa replied innocently.

Roland's work, pink powder - this handwriting feels very familiar to me.

I saw howls of beasts resounding from the smoke below, and those synthesized beasts caught in the smoke suddenly went berserk, and rushed towards other monsters and even the black magicians who controlled them, frantically wanting to kill them. Ride on each other.The scene below was filled with mourning for a moment, and the scene was once very chaotic...or rather, it was a little unsightly.

It seems that there is no need to bother to guess what these powders are...

"It seems to be a poison that can drive wild beasts. What is added here?" Tilawa foolishly looked at the projectile, "Master Brock, have you ever touched it in the academy?"

"I don't know." I tried my best to be stupid.

"Brock, didn't you say you want to cut off the empress?" Miria suddenly leaned towards me with a determined face, "I'll go down with you, let's go, don't thank me!"

"Thank you for your size! Don't think I don't know what you're thinking!!" I rolled her eyes, "Why don't you stay here and wait for the New Year?"

We evacuated from the high ground immediately, and at the same time, I controlled the beast souls who went around to the other side of the camp to take action with the golems on their backs.

Just leave the rest to them. Those golems have been set to counterattack when they receive an attack, and they will self-destruct once they are damaged.The only ones that carried them in were the beast souls I summoned, and sacrificing with those golems just cost me a little more life fire.

Although this kind of trouble will not really hurt the enemy's main force, it will still cause some losses.

Within a few seconds, we heard a few thunderous explosions from behind, and warm air waves swept from behind us.

Presumably after our wave of raids, those golems rushed in and were immediately besieged by furious enemies.It is estimated that by the time they were bombed to pieces, they couldn't figure out how these "wolf cavalry" suddenly exploded.

But at this moment, for no reason, I suddenly felt a chill rushing down from the top of my head along the spinal cord, swimming to my limbs and bones.

At the same time, without warning, my eyes went dark for a moment. In the darkness, a pair of gray eyes exuding a faint blue light opened and glared at me, followed by a hoarse voice that I was very familiar with from my There was a sound in the depths of consciousness:

"It's you bloody orc again!"

My vision came back the next moment, but I could feel a little cold sweat oozing from my forehead.

I caught my breath and soon realized that someone was speaking to me with an extremely powerful psychic spell.

It seemed that the Lich, Mudar was indeed in this camp, and he also saw that the culprit who led the raid was a certain orc who made trouble for him several times.

"It should be quite spectacular to hear the explosion." Wacker, who was riding next to me on a wolf, came over and smiled at me. of."

"It's nothing to look at, just think about it." I stared ahead, "Real men never look back at explosions!"

At this moment, we are like a group of thieves who have just broken into the most dangerous dragon pool and tiger den and snatched the most valuable treasure from it. We should laugh out loud on the way away.

But I didn't feel like I could laugh, I just tried my best to drive the mount to speed up.

The reason why I said this to Wake was to keep him from being distracted. Although the others hadn't noticed much, I had actually heard it vaguely—those dense wings flapping were always closely following us.

I can probably guess that the enemy's synthetic beast is chasing us.The enemy's mass-produced synthetic beasts can fly in the sky. When we escape, there should be two groups of beasts chasing us. One group is relatively close and directly charges from the ground, and the group farther away takes off from the spot. The sky came after me.

I looked up and saw that the herd of beasts flying in the sky should be around fifty in size, and it was a large area of ​​blackness, just like a large group of dark clouds floating in the sky.

Only the cavalry of the 30th or so can use this kind of formation to spare no effort to chase and fight. It seems that the crazy lich is a little bit annoyed by us troublesome mice.

There seems to be a considerable number of Thunder Eagles mixed in the synthetic herd. These raptors are much faster than the wolves, and soon included us in the range of floating and grazing. After all, they used to prey on the wolves to survive.

I saw them swooping down one by one, as if they were going to drag a few unlucky cavalry from the wolf's back first.

I didn't expect the enemy to pay such a cost. The situation is a bit tricky.

Maybe... I can only gamble and place my hope on "that thing".

Immediately I called out to my brothers, "Take up your spears, brothers, and get ready to shoot birds!"

The elites who participated in this battle immediately understood what I meant, encouraged each other and started a battle cry, and took up the spears filled with explosives made by the dwarves for us.After using the previous few blasting weapons, the more you use these things, the more comfortable you are.

Seeing the Thunder Eagle flying closer and closer, I shouted: "It's now!! To the right!"

Relying on this order, the cavalry team turned right in the field at the same time, facing the group of thunder eagles floating from behind on the right side.

Then we pulled the rope on the spear together, and then threw the spear at the Thunder Eagle with all our strength.

The spears converged into a rain of arrows going upstream and hit the Thunder Sculpture's steel-like tough feathers, making a crisp sound like metal clashing.

Lei Diao's wings are invulnerable, not to mention piercing Lei Diao, even scratches will not be left.

Just then, these spears exploded like fireworks, and the unparalleled powerful impact penetrated Lei Sculpture's whole body at zero distance.

Amidst the earth-shattering explosion, the flames flickered, and the thunder sculptures that dived along the throwing line fell in a straight line, accompanied by scattered feathers.

Although I was the one who thought of using these exploding spears to deal with Lightning Eagles, I really didn't expect the effect to be so good.

The feathers of the Thunder Sculpture can easily resist sharp weapons, and can also resist magical attacks with the arc attached to it.But blasting is different, the flame of explosives cannot scald Lei Condor, but the impact of blasting cannot be easily counteracted.Unlike flame magic, the destructive power of explosives is mainly concentrated on this impact, and the dwarves' explosives can even collapse mountains.

Even the dragon scales of the giant dragon cannot completely resist the pure impact force, let alone the mere feathers of the thunder carving.

Oh well, if we could have this kind of black technology in hand, as for hunting such a laser carving?

Fuck security!The dwarf's blasting technology is number one in the world! !

Blasting is Art (3)

Seeing that the Thunder Eagle was shot down, before we had time to cheer, an unexpected attack came one after another—countless fireballs, magic bullets, and enchanted bows and arrows suddenly fell like rain, hitting the ground where our queue was. Fortunately, almost everyone present had a pair of heavy plate armor mixed with legendary metals and defensive runes added by elf mages. Although many people were hit, only a few people were actually injured.

"Scatter!!" In desperation, I could only let everyone scatter and look up into the distance.

It wasn't until then that I realized that the figures in black robes were actually carried on the backs of those synthetic beasts flying in the sky.

Is it the enemy's archers and mages?

Tsk, it's really costly to chase us down...

Although they have survived this wave, if they continue to be attacked like this, it is hard to say how many casualties there will be.