Vol 2 Chapter 379: Freak

Chapter 379 Freak
Looking at the moment of power and weight that ended in an instant, the captives on the sand dunes simply forgot to breathe.
"Oh my God……"
The fast rope trembled with a sigh of relief, looking forward to the forward, wanting to join the chasing heavy cavalry: "This is the heavy cavalry? Too exaggerated, those are the orcs! Eight or nine feet tall orcs!"
"You just said, eight hundred pounds of mounts?"
Louisa retracted her head and silently said to the old hammer: "I guess, for heavy cavalry, you have to add the weight of the armor."
"That's why we are looking for a place to cover ourselves," Dean watched as the heavy cavalry stepped on the merchant's camp. It looked ugly: "The Northlanders' heavy cavalry are more terrible than this - I saw it when I was young, when they were clustered. At the time, in front of that front, everything is like paper."
Taylors grinned and didn't talk.
For the first time, he understood that the comet would bind him and Selma to the horse ruthlessly, and let them "customize in the battlefield."
The captives sighed in unison and turned to the remaining battlefield: on the way to the run, the Stardust Guard, which was suddenly inserted, wrapped the flanking tribe of the flanks.
Compared to the Cloma family, there is no splashing and heavy assault on a splash, and there is only a dead end.
There is no doubt that the soldiers of the Rifting Horde are heroic and fearless: every time the human cavalry breaks through a layer of defense, among them, the next batch of fighters emerge from the command and spontaneously, and decisively stay in place to form a new line of defense, in vain battle. And the destined death, delaying the unremitting pursuit of the Stardust Guard, and winning time for the beasts who continue to run away.
On the other hand, every cavalry of the Stardust Guard is like a prisoner on the horse. They are left and right, and the blade and the spear gun are flying one after another. Wherever they go, they are full of sorrows and roars, blood and pain.
They are not without loss, and one or two unlucky cavalry are shot down in battle, lucky to return to their horses or their horsebacks, but unfortunately...but this is compared with the casualties and passive disadvantages of the orcs. It’s not worth mentioning.
In the face of swiftness and sharpness, high-speed and flexible cavalry, the power and outburst of the desert orcs, and even the endurance and violentness of the serious injuries have all lost their use. The once trivial warriors seem to be jealous at this moment. It’s cumbersome, pale and powerless.
The knights on the horse often come to ride, suddenly change direction, insert the side or the back of the orc, by speed and momentum, or thorn or slap, a sudden blow, then regardless of the outcome, they are arrogant, long Going, the dangers avoid the enemy's powerful counterattacks or the fierce and serious counterattacks, and the far-offs of the tall beasts are far away.
If faced with a group of orcs, the human cavalry will cooperate with each other in two or three or three. One will sneak into the enemy, one will sneak around, even raise the bow or shoot, and immediately volley, then both go and run. After a dangerous distance, go back and make another surprise.
As for those difficult opponents who saw them rushing early, so they are prepared to do so. The cavalry would rather avoid their edge, find opportunities, and not risk attack. They even rushed to half, and when they whistled, they turned and ran. The orcs who are ready to meet are screaming but helpless, and then greet the next deadly or non-fatal attack from behind or flanking.
However, many orcs are so ridiculous and ridiculous, attacked, wounded, and wounded under the almost rogue tactics, but they can only utter anger and anger in the deadly wounds that can't stop bleeding, watching the swift opponents go away. .
They vainly waved their weapons in madness under severe wounds, venting terrible endurance and explosiveness, and finally ushered in a tragic fate: exhausted.
There are fewer and fewer orc warriors still running away.
Kandar’s snoring is getting more and more hoarse.
Just like the fate of its subordinates.
Taylors sighed deeply.
That is to say, the story of the poetry and history books - the sacred battle of 3,000 years ago, the legendary battle of two thousand human cavalry to defeat the 20,000 orcs, is this created?
At this time, there was a discordant voice on the chaotic and fierce battlefield.
"Grass his mother!"
He spoke of a knight who was a commander of the Stardust Guard. He saw an unstoppable attack from the distant Croma family.
The knight broke away from the brigade, and he swayed and screamed:
"The son of the son is really... hurry, the chicks! This is our credit, can not be robbed!"
The voice just fell, and a loud bang passed over his head!
A long arrow fell not far from him.
The knight reacted, and the horror turned to the direction in which the long arrow flew: among the orcs who fled, a white-eyed orc pulled out another arrow and coldly caught the huge black bow.
The sharp-eyed tays recognized: it was one of Kandal’s three holy sacred guards, and one arrow shot the mercenary Yaku, the mercenary Ponja.
"Grass your mother!"
The humans who just spoke, smoking horses and galloping toward Yaku, yelled: "It’s another hybrid that you don’t have a man or a woman, a lipstick..."
"Did your mother not teach you that you don’t shoot a moving target when you have a bad night vision..."
Responding to this sentence is another arrow of Yaku!
"Hey!"
The speaker was shocked.
The long arrow was so heavy that he passed the ear of the speaker, but he fell into the mount of another knight.
In the painful cries of the horse, the poor knight fell to the ground and was surrounded by several orcs.
The human beings who spoke were watching the sacrifices under their subordinates. Under the rage, they shot the thighs: "Oh, it’s grass!"
"Snake! Spirit Blade!"
He yelled and pointed to Yaku: "Get rid of that lipstick!"
As soon as the voice fell, a knight on the star side came to him. He immediately raised a long bow and took a long arrow tied to the rope at the end and shot at Yaku!
The long arrow flew in half, and before he reached the front of Yaku, he fell weakly and fell into the shoulder of another orc.
The orc screamed and held the long arrow.
The archer of the archery whistled, pulled the long rope, and galloped toward the other side, as if to drag the orc!
The orc angered, and also grabbed the long rope and pulled it in the opposite direction, trying to drag the knight down.
The long rope was torn apart, getting straighter and tighter.
Tyres was shocked and saw that the orc could turn the heavy cavalry up. He couldn't help but want to speak and remind: Don't work hard with it!
However, just as the long rope was about to tighten, the Cavaliers saw the moment when they were towed down, and the latter let go of their hands.
The orc who pulled the other end of the long rope and prepared to work hard suddenly lost his balance and lost his balance.
"Haha, stupid!" The archer of the archery laughed.
Another knight whizzed past the fallen orc, and the knife flashed in a strange way. Tyres had not seen it, and he saw the orc on the ground choked and the neck spurted blood.
"Play a fart, snake hand!"
This knight with a strange knife sent an angry female voice: "The boss said - work hard!"
When she spoke, she stopped the horse and the three orcs surrounded it!
"Sword! Be careful!" The knight who was screaming at the beginning hurriedly reminded him.
But the spectator of Tyres was shocked: the rope that was shot out seemed to have life, and suddenly bounced from the ground!
It is like a giant python, instantly wrapped around an orc closest to the female knight, entangled in its neck.
The orcs dropped their arms and pulled the ropes of the neck painfully, but the ropes shrank spontaneously and shrank to their unreachable position.
But the rope has not yet finished its journey - the extra part is again bohemous like a snake, wrapped around the neck of the other two orcs!
"Don't worry, boss!"
The archer, named Snake, pulled the end of the long rope and smiled at the knight who spoke: "Everything is in control!"
The next moment, the knife flashed.
Tyres didn't see how the blade was shot, and he saw blood splashing!
The three poor orcs avoided the fate of strangling - they were broken open.
"Enough, snake hand!" The female knight named Lingblad licked the blood on the sickle. She was on the verge of dissatisfaction and held a knife to the snake with a long rope. "We are going Do that lipstick!"
"It’s not for you to be handsome!"
The snake hand screamed: "You don't understand, this is my way of fighting..."
Taylor looked at the male and female knights in surprise, looking back and forth on their ropes and strange swords.
That is... what power?
The surprise of the captives seems to be no less than Tyres. They look at each other. Only the old hammer, his face is more and more strange.
"To shut up!"
The knight who first yelled at the mouth seemed to be very annoyed: "The young master is going to rush, work hard, grass his mother's - lying!"
He was inadvertently out of the brigade's brigade, and was actually overturned to the ground by a desperate and furious orc.
"Boss!" The snake hand and the spirit blade exclaimed.
Taylors recognized it.
The orc was painted with blue warrior and held a mace.
It is one of the three holy guards.
Orc Duraman.
It is the "Flaka" of Tells.
The blue-faced orc roared and raised the mace on his hand, aiming at the "big boss" who was crushed under the horse.
Tyres sighed.
At this time, the fourth knight flew in, he raised his hand far away!
For a moment, the gravel on the ground around Duraman flew like an explosion.
Pounce on Duraman's face!
"Hey!"
Flying sand and stone, Duraman put down the mace, squinted and painfully retreated.
Taylors looked at the scene in amazement: those flying sands were controlled by people, blocking Duraman's line of sight back and forth, blocking it from killing the "Boss."
But more orcs saw the situation of Duraman, who avoided the cavalry who rushed and moved closer to the holy Guard of the emirate.
The knight who stirred up the flying sand rushed to save people and shouted:
"Weird fire! Stop them!"
Further afielder, the fifth knight named Weihuo flew, and he bent down and pulled out a few round cans in the saddle bag.
"coming!"
As the mount galloped, the round can flew out of his hand and rushed to the orc.
The round cans burst, spilling black liquid and pouring the beasts a face.
I saw a knight named Wei Huo who made a snap.
"boom!"
Tyres was surprised again!
flame.
The endless flame erupted from the orcs sprinkled with black liquid!
They burned and they screamed and rolled over.
Under the efforts of several knights, the "Boss" finally climbed out from his dead horse.
But on the other side, Duraman finished his eyes and screamed at him!
The other knights are rushing to come here, but it is too late.
"clang!"
The mace is in the air!
Hey on the shield pulled out by the "Boss"!
"Boss" snorted.
It was a glimpse of the heart that attacked it.
bad.
The power of the orc Duraman...
Sure enough, the blue-faced orc is roaring and the mace is under heavy pressure!
"Boss" twisted his face and seemed to be unable to withstand the power of the orcs.
"Grass... strength... great!" He spit intermittently and trembled, looking very hard.
But the next scene once again exceeded the expectations of Taylors.
I saw the "Boss" trembling, with the right arm against the shield, the left arm slowly extended, and slammed Duraman's arm!
"Hula--" Duraman has not yet exported, and he is shocked to see that his mace is being lifted up in an inch...
what?
The human captives watching the battle were equally shocked!
"My God, is that a strong man?" The fast rope blinked.
But there is nothing wrong. In this wrestling between humans and orcs, Duraman’s weapon is being opened by the human being in front of him, with the power of the flesh.
The knight named "Boss" bit his teeth, raised his eyes, and continued to hold the enemy's hand with his left arm.
"what!"
"Boss" roared, his arm muscles gradually tightened.
Taylor looked at it: he saw that the left arm of the "Boss" was a whole circle thicker than his right arm.
Finally, the "Boss" broke out the power that humans could not imagine, lifting the mace over the top of the head!
"boom!"
He took Duraman back and slammed on the floor and gasped.
The orc Duraman looked at his weapon, his face was ugly, and it was obviously unimaginable: he was actually suppressed by a human being.
It panted, the anger in the eyes and the unwillingness to get bigger and bigger, stepping on the big step and attacking again!
But the orcs failed to move forward.
The sand at the foot of Duraman suddenly moved, like the most soft and powerless water, letting the orcs fall in!
As the sand sinks to the waist, Duraman can no longer move freely, and it struggles with suffocation.
The next second, a rope that didn't know where it came from, swam from the sand like a snake, entangled Duraman's hands.
Its mace rolled off the ground.
"Grass! Eyes, you add more strength," the knight named Snake's face was tight, a handcuff, holding a rope in one hand, staring at the entangled orc: "This guy, it's great!"

The knight, who was called an obsessed eye, came up with the same constipation. He looked at the sand on the ground and looked very hard: "It is already my full strength... Don't be lazy with the snake hand!"
But they still succumbed to Duraman who wanted to break free.
Until the "Boss" gasped, climbed up from the ground.
He walked over to the dead Duraman and looked at the other hateful and angry eyes, repeating disdainfully:
"Is the strength great?"
"Boss, you hurry!" In the distance, the knight named the blazing fire rushed back and forth, madly throwing a round can at the orc trying to approach, causing a fire on the enemy, and the two with the spirit blade. Drag them:
"My oil is not enough!"
The boss took a sip, clenched his left fist and stretched backwards to the angle of a punch.
The muscles on his left arm surged again.
Duraman sent out a sorrowful roar.
"but."

Yes,
the boss smiled.
The strength is great – it’s amazing.

The next second, the boss's fist shot in an instant, the intensity is great, and even led to the shackles of the air.
"Boom!"
A crackling sound.
He played a standard uppercut.
What Taylors saw again was the horrible and terrible orc Duraman, whose chin pointed straight to the sky.
The blue-faced orc does not move anymore.
On the sand dunes, the captives looked at the battle of these strange people in a sluggish manner.
"Unfortunately, just the adult racing card," Dean smiled and patted the shoulders of Tyres, pointing to the dead Duraman: "Your dear Fraka..."
"It was killed."
Tyres reported a polite smile.
"Yes."
The prince seemed to helplessly raise his hand: "It is a pity that I can't kill it by myself."
"My God," the old hammer didn't seem to want to join this little humor. He stared at the strange cavalry with nicknames: "Those people, they are not just as simple as the Stardust Guard."
"So who are they?" asked the fast rope curiously.
"Freak," the old hammer said coldly: "Or the 'freak squad' - in the blade camp, even in the army sequence of the entire western front, we all call them that."
Everyone was surprised to respond.
"Freak? Freak squad..."
Tyres chewed the noun and changed his face: "Don't you say..."
"Yes, that is the freak of flocks," the veteran of the stars turned his face and looked contradictory: "It is the Baron Williams who is arguing and accusing, personally amnesty and recruitment, and has caused numerous troubles since its inception, most of which are Scum, criminals, madmen, prostitutes..."
"The squad of the powers."
(End of this chapter)