owlsbooks Chapter 94 Greedy Hyenas and Bloodthirsty Wolves
Chapter 94 Greedy Hyenas and Bloodthirsty Wolves
Although those "two-legged sheep" look thin and weak, they are still laborers, and some may even be women with delicate skin.
In this resource-scarce wasteland, population is wealth.
Not to mention the supplies looted from the "miracle" land.
"Pass on my orders!"
Baron Kyle turned around abruptly, his eyes flashing with murderous intent.
"Assemble the guards! Bring your weapons and equipment!"
……
The night wind swept across the wasteland like a knife.
The air was filled with a nauseating, fishy smell.
That was the distinctive body odor of orcs, a mixture of mud and the stench of fermenting blood.
The low-lying area is two kilometers away from the "Happy Home" residential community.
A large procession is moving slowly.
That was an orc raiding party returning with a full load of loot.
A mixed force of about two hundred warriors from the Shattered Bone Tribe and the Black Tooth Tribe.
They pulled huge carts piled high with iron security bars, car hoods, and even stainless steel railings stolen from humans.
In the middle of the group were human survivors strung together with thick hemp rope.
There were approximately fifty people.
The men were beaten half to death and staggered barefoot across the gravel.
The women were barely clothed, their eyes vacant, and if they slowed down even a step, they would be met with the barbed whip of the orc overseer.
"Get out of here! You useless two-legged sheep!"
A one-eyed orc roared and lashed a whip across the back of a middle-aged man, tearing off a large chunk of flesh.
Behind the mound on the flank of the team.
Baron Kyle lay prone in the grass, his fat body pressing down on a large patch of withered grass.
He held a crystal in his hand, staring greedily at the carts loaded with supplies.
"It's all iron..."
Baron Kyle's breathing became heavy, and he almost drooled onto the observation crystal.
"And those slaves... they can be sold for at least a hundred gold coins."
Behind him.
Seventy elite guards from Locke Town are ready to go.
Twenty cavalrymen and fifty infantrymen in wooden plate armor.
This is Baron Kyle's fortune.
"Sir, shall we begin?"
Rorschach's face was wrapped in bandages, his hand gripped the spear tightly, and his eyes were sinister.
He had suffered a loss at the hands of that silver-armored demon and now desperately needed a massacre to vent his anger and, incidentally, to get revenge on the baron.
"Wait for them to cross the river."
Baron Kyle squinted his beady green eyes and spoke in a very low voice.
"When the column is halfway through and the front and rear can no longer support each other, the cavalry will charge into the middle and the infantry will cut off the rear ranks."
"Remember, those carts of ironware must be seized! As for slaves... it doesn't matter how many die."
Ten minutes later.
The orcish caravan slowly stepped into the dried-up riverbed.
In that very instant.
"Ugh—!"
The deep sound of a bull horn tore through the night sky.
The ground began to tremble.
Twenty Locke Town cavalrymen, like a red-hot knife, used the momentum of their downhill charge to slash fiercely into the waist of the orcish column.
"For Lord Kyle's gold coins! Kill!"
Rorschach took the lead, and with the speed of his horse, his spear pierced the chest of a strong orc in an instant.
The immense impact sent the monster flying, crashing heavily into the pile of slaves.
The crowd screamed and panicked.
"Enemy attack!!"
The orc leader let out a roar.
But everything happened too fast.
The cavalry's breaching tactics were a devastating blow on the plains.
With just one charge, the orc formation was cut in two.
Immediately afterwards, fifty infantrymen, carrying shields and broadswords, pounced on the rear half of the transport convoy like a pack of wolves.
This was a meticulously planned double-cross.
Baron Kyle did not personally lead the charge.
He stood safely at the rear, watching the carnage ahead with a cruel smile on his face.
however.
He underestimated the ferocity of these green-skinned monsters.
"roar!"
A nearly 2.5-meter-tall elite orc warrior withstood a spear thrust from a cavalryman.
It roared, grabbed the spear shaft with its backhand, and with a terrifying burst of strength, pulled the rider off the horse.
"Snap!"
The battle axe fell.
The knight's head rolled off like a ball.
The blood splattered all over the orc's face, which only fueled its ferocity.
"Fight back! Tear these humans apart!"
More and more orcs are recovering from the chaos.
They ignored the slaves and supplies, their eyes red with rage, brandishing spiked clubs and rusty iron axes, and clashed with the guards of Locke Town.
What was originally a one-sided massacre instantly turned into a meat grinder.
Just then.
Suddenly, countless pairs of bright green eyes lit up in the darkness in the distance.
The earth shook again.
The epicenter of this earthquake came from the direction of the orc territory.
"Thump! Thump! Thump!"
The dull sound of war drums rang out.
A scout responsible for perimeter security scrambled up to Baron Kyle, his face ashen.
"My lord! Something terrible has happened!"
"The main force of the Black Fang Tribe... they're nearby providing support!"
"At least several dozen! They're closing in on us!"
Baron Kyle's fat face twitched violently, his previous smugness instantly turning into terror.
Are there still dozens left?
How can these beasts reproduce so many times!
"Retreat! Retreat now!"
Baron Kyle screamed, his voice distorted.
"Tell that idiot Rorschach to stop fighting! Grab what you've stolen and run!"
On the battlefield.
Rorschach had just killed an orc when he heard the retreat horns.
He glanced reluctantly at the trucks carrying supplies that hadn't yet been transported away, and gritted his teeth.
"Take those cartloads of iron! We don't need the slaves! Let's retreat!"
Although the cavalry of Locke Town were greedy, their ability to escape was first-rate.
They quickly broke off contact, dragging two carts loaded with scrap metal, and fled in a sorry state under the cover of night.
The abandoned slaves cried out in despair.
But the sound was quickly drowned out by the orc army that arrived later.
An angry roar echoed through the sky.
Although the orcs managed to reclaim some supplies, they suffered heavy casualties.
They vented their anger on all living things around them.
That night.
The sounds of battle on the plains could be heard clearly, even from several kilometers away.
……
The training building, second floor, metalworking workshop.
The heavy curtains covered the windows, letting in only a few faint candlelight rays.
Compared to the deafening shouts of battle outside, the place here was eerily quiet.
Jiang Ming sat at the large worktable.
He removed his heavy Silver Knight full armor, leaving him wearing only a black tactical vest.
His strong, muscular physique was covered in sweat and several bruises.
Wang Yang, Li Bin, Zhao Yanzhi, and the survivor with the broken leg all sat around the perimeter.
Everyone's face was filled with an irrepressible excitement.
Even Li Bin, who is usually the most composed, was constantly rubbing his hands together.
The hands of the wall clock are slowly moving toward the number "12".
"Brother Jiang, how many points do you think we can get this time?"
Wang Yang couldn't help but break the silence, his eyes shining brightly.
They experienced so much that day.