Kingdom’s Bloodline

Watching the duel of strength and weight that ended in an instant, the captives lying on the sand dunes almost forgot to breathe.

"Oh My God……"

Kuaisheng exhaled tremblingly, and looked at the heavy cavalry who rushed forward and wanted to join the pursuit: "Is this the heavy cavalry? It's too exaggerated. Those are orcs! Big orcs who are eight or nine feet tall!"

"You just said, an eight-hundred-pound mount?"

Luisa retracted her head, and silently said to Old Hammer: "I guess, for heavy cavalry, the weight of armor must be added."

"That's why we have to find a place to cover ourselves." Dean looked at the heavy cavalry stepping over the merchant's camp, his face was ugly: "The heavy cavalry of the Northlanders is more terrifying than this-I saw it when I was young, when they charged in groups Back then, on that front, everything was like paper."

Thales pursed his lips and said nothing.

For the first time he understood what the Meteor was trying to do by tying him and Thelma to horses so they could "get used to the battlefield."

The captives sighed in unison, and turned to the only remaining battlefield: the Stonecrack Horde, outflanked by the sudden insertion of the Stardust Guard as they fled.

Compared with the rolling heavy cavalry assault of the Cromar family without splashing a single splash, there is only a mess left.

There is no doubt that the warriors of the Cracking Stone tribe are brave and fearless: every time the human cavalry breaks through a layer of defense, the next batch of warriors will emerge from among them out of order and spontaneously. And doomed death, delay the relentless pursuit of the Stardust Guards, and buy time for the orcs who continue to flee.

On the opposite side, every cavalry member of the Stardust Guard is like a prison river ferryman on a horse. They charge from left to right, blades and spears flying one after another, everywhere they go is full of orc screams and roars, blood and pain.

They were not without losses, and one or two unlucky cavalrymen were shot down in the battle. The lucky ones returned to their own horses or those of their colleagues, and the unlucky ones... But compared to the casualties and passive disadvantages suffered by the orcs, It's hardly worth mentioning.

Facing the swift and sensitive, high-speed and fast cavalry, the strength and explosiveness that the desert orcs were proud of, and even the stamina and rage after being seriously injured, all lost their use. Bulky, pale, and helpless.

The knights on horseback often rode over, suddenly changed direction, inserted into the side or rear of the orc, and used their speed and momentum to stab or slash, and suddenly hit them, and then regardless of the result of the battle, they all raised the reins and pulled the bridle, and swung forward. Going forward, narrowly avoiding the enemy's powerful counterattack or the infamously injured counterattack, and fled far away before the tall orcs swarmed up.

If faced with groups of orcs, human cavalry will cooperate in twos or threes, one will sprint to lure the enemy, the other will sneak around and attack, or even raise a crossbow or throw a spear, shoot a volley immediately, and then both walk away, run After getting out of the dangerous distance, turn around and attack again.

As for those difficult opponents who saw them rushing early and prepared well, the cavalry would rather avoid their edge and look for another opportunity, rather than take the risk of attacking. The orcs preparing to attack let out howls of resentment but helplessness, and then greeted the next fatal or non-fatal attack from behind or from the flanks.

However, many orcs were attacked, injured, and wounded under such cunning and hateful, almost rogue tactics, but they could only let out extremely sad and angry howls under the bleeding fatal wounds, watching their swift opponents flee far away .

They brandish their weapons in vain in mortally wounded madness,

Venting terrible stamina and explosive power, he finally ushered in a tragic fate: he died of exhaustion.

There are fewer and fewer orc warriors still on the run.

Kandar's growl became hoarse.

Just like the fate of its subordinates.

Thales sighed deeply.

So, is that how the stories in bards and history books—the battle of chasing saints three thousand years ago, the legendary battle in which two thousand human cavalry defeated twenty thousand orc infantry—were created in this way?

At this time, a discordant voice emerged from the chaotic and tragic battlefield.

"Fuck his mother!"

The one who spoke was a knight who looked like a commander of the Stardust Guard. He saw the unstoppable attack of the Cromar family in the distance.

The knight broke away from the brigade. While riding his horse and raising his hooves, he said in a rough voice:

"That young master is really... Hurry up, girls! This is all thanks to us, it cannot be robbed!"

As soon as the words fell, a sharp sound passed over his head!

A long arrow landed not far from him.

Only then did the knight come to his senses, and turned to the direction of the long arrow in shock: Among the fleeing orcs, a white-lipped orc pulled out another arrow, and coldly hit the huge black bow.

The sharp-eyed Thales recognized it: it was one of Kandal's three holy guards, and shot dead the orc Yaku of the mercenary Pangja with an arrow.

"Fuck your mother!"

The human being who had just spoken was pumping his horse and galloping towards Yaku, yelling, "It's you again, you bastard who wears lipstick..."

"Didn't your mother teach you not to shoot moving targets when you have poor vision at night..."

What responded to those words was another arrow from Aku!

"Whoosh!"

The speaker was taken aback.

The long arrow was powerful and heavy, passing by the ear of the speaker, but it sank straight into another knight's mount.

In the painful neighing of the horse, the poor knight fell to the ground, and was immediately surrounded by several orcs.

The human being who spoke saw the sacrifice of his subordinates, and in a rage, slapped his thigh: "I'm so stupid!"

"Snake Hand! Phantom Blade!"

He yelled, pointing at Yaku, "Kill that lip balm!"

As soon as the words fell, a knight from the side of the stars came in response. He immediately raised a longbow, hooked a long arrow tied with a rope at the end, and shot at Yaku!

The long arrow flew halfway, and before reaching Yaku, it fell powerlessly and sank into another orc's shoulder.

The orc let out a cry of pain and grabbed the long arrow.

The archer knight whistled, grabbed the long rope, and galloped towards the other side, as if to drag the orc down!

The orc shouted angrily, grabbed the long rope and pulled it in the opposite direction, trying to drag the knight off the horse.

The long rope was pulled apart, straightened and tightened.

Thales was slightly taken aback. He had seen the orc's power to overturn the heavy cavalry, so he couldn't help but want to speak to remind him: Don't struggle with it!

However, just as the long rope was about to be tightened and the knight was about to be dragged off his horse, the latter slyly let go.

The orc who grabbed the other end of the long rope and was about to exert force suddenly let go of his hand, lost his balance, and staggered backwards!

"Haha, idiot!" the archery knight laughed.

Another knight whizzed past the fallen orc, and the light of the knife flashed strangely. Before Thales could see it clearly, he saw the orc on the ground whimpering and blood spurting from his neck.

"What a fart, snake hand!"

An angry female voice came from this knight with a strange sword light: "Boss said it - work obediently!"

She stopped the horse while speaking, and three orcs surrounded it!

"Phantom Blade! Be careful!" The knight who was yelling at the beginning hastily reminded him.

But Thales, who was watching the battle, was shocked: the shot rope seemed to be alive, and it bounced off the ground abruptly!

It was like a giant python, wrapping itself around an orc closest to the female knight in an instant, wrapping it tightly around its neck.

The orc dropped his weapon and tugged painfully at the rope around his neck, but the rope tightened spontaneously, out of their reach.

But the rope didn't finish its journey - the extra part bounced like a snake again strangely, wrapping around the necks of the other two orcs!

"Don't worry, boss!"

The archery knight named Snake Hand pulled one end of the long rope, smiled and showed his thumb to the knight who spoke: "Everything is under control!"

In the next moment, the blade flashed.

Thales didn't even see how the blade struck, but saw blood splatter everywhere!

Three poor orcs escaped strangulation—they had their necks slashed one after the other.

"Enough, Snake Hand!" The female knight named Phantom Blade flicked the blood from the knife, and raised the knife to the Snake Hand holding the long rope in dissatisfaction on the horse: "We are going to Fuck that lip balm!"

"I didn't let you, an idiot, come to play handsome!"

The snake hand screamed: "You don't understand, this is my way of fighting..."

Thales looked at the two knights, a man and a woman, in surprise, his eyes flicked back and forth on their snake-like ropes and strange blades.

That is... what power?

The captives seemed no less surprised than Thales, they looked at each other, only Old Hammer, his face became more and more strange.

"Shut up!"

The knight who was the first to yell at him seemed very annoyed: "That young master is coming to claim credit, work hard, and fuck his mother——fuck!"

In a moment of carelessness, he broke away from the charging brigade, and was knocked to the ground by a desperate and furious orc including man and horse!

"Boss!" Snake Hand and Phantom Blade exclaimed in unison.

Thales recognized it.

The orc wore blue battle makeup and carried a mace.

It is one of the three holy guards.

Orc Durraman.

It's Thales' "Fraca".

The blue-faced orc roared angrily, raised the mace in his hand, and pointed it at the "boss" who was crushed under the horse.

Thales sighed.

At this moment, the fourth knight came galloping, and he raised his hand from a distance!

In an instant, the gravel on the ground around Durraman flew up like an explosion.

Pounce on Durraman's face!

"Shua!"

Flying sand and walking between rocks, Duraman put down the mace, covered his eyes, and backed away in pain.

Thales looked at the scene in front of him in amazement: the flying sand seemed to be controlled by someone, blocking Durraman's sight back and forth, preventing it from killing the "boss".

But more orcs saw Durraman's situation, they avoided the cavalry who were charging, and approached the holy guard of the war chief.

The cavaliers who had been agitated by the flying sand rode their horses to save them, and shouted loudly:

"Strange fire! Stop them!"

Farther away, the fifth knight named Strange Fire galloped over. He bent down and took out several round cans from his saddle bag.

"coming!"

As the mount galloped, the round pot flew out of his hand and smashed towards the rushing orcs.

The round jars burst one after another, spilling black liquid, pouring the orcs all over their heads and faces.

I saw the knight named Strange Fire snapping his fingers.

"boom!"

Thales was shocked again!

flame.

Endless flames erupted from the orc who was spilled by the black liquid!

They were so burned that they cried out in pain and rolled on the ground.

With the efforts of several knights, the "boss" finally crawled out from under his dead horse cursing.

But on the other side, Durraman finished rubbing his eyes, and roared at him!

The other knights hurried to this side, but it was too late.

"clang!"

The mace smashed down in the air!

It smashed hard on the shield drawn by "Boss"!

"Boss" snorted.

Thales, who had seen it attack, felt tight.

Oops.

The power of the orc Durraman...

Sure enough, the blue-faced orc roared vigorously, pressing down heavily with the mace!

"Boss" twisted his face, as if he couldn't bear the huge force of the orc.

"Grass... great strength... amazing..." He spat out intermittently, trembling all over, looking extremely strenuous.

But the next scene once again exceeded Thales' expectations.

I saw the "boss" trembling, holding the shield with his right arm, slowly stretching out his left arm, and tightly grasping one of Duraman's arms!

"Hula—" Before Duraman could curse out, it saw in astonishment that its own mace was being lifted up inch by inch?

What?

The human captives watching the battle were also taken aback!

"My God, is that Hercules?" Kuaisheng blinked.

But that's right, in this wrestling between humans and orcs, Duraman's weapon is being stretched bit by bit by the human in front of him with his physical strength.

The knight named "Boss" gritted his teeth, raised his eyes, and continued to hold the enemy's hand with his left arm.

"ah!"

"Boss" roared, his arm muscles gradually tightened.

Thales looked intently: he saw that the left arm of "Boss" was a full circle thicker than his right arm.

Finally, the "boss" broke out with unimaginable power and raised the mace above his head!

"boom!"

He kicked Durraman back fiercely, and then fell to the ground panting.

The orc Durraman looked at his weapon with an ugly expression, obviously unable to imagine that he was suppressed by a human being.

It was panting heavily, the anger and unwillingness in its eyes were getting bigger and bigger, it took big strides, and attacked again!

But the orc couldn't move forward.

The sand under Durraman's feet suddenly moved, as if it had turned into the softest water, and the orc sank into it!

As the sand sank to its waist, Durraman could no longer move freely, it moaned and struggled desperately.

In the next second, a piece of rope that came from nowhere swam over from the sand like a spirit snake, tightly entwining Duraman's hands.

Its mace rolled to the ground.

"Grass! Lost eyes, please work harder," the knight named Snake Hand tensed, holding the rein in one hand and the rope in the other, staring at the entangled orc: "This guy, he is so strong! "

The knight who he called the blind eye came on horseback, with the same constipated expression, staring at the sand on the ground, looking very hard: "It's already my best... Don't be lazy, Snake Hand!"

But they still imprisoned Duraman who wanted to break free.

Until the "boss" gasped enough and got up from the ground.

He walked up to the locked Durraman, looked at the other's hateful and angry eyes, and repeated disdainfully:

"It's so powerful, isn't it?"

"Boss, hurry up!" In the distance, the knight named Strange Fire ran back and forth anxiously, throwing round pots at the orcs trying to get close like crazy, causing fires on the enemy, and the two of them died with Phantom Blade Drag them:

"I'm running low on oil!"

The boss took a sip, clenched his left fist, and stretched back to a punching angle.

The muscles in his left arm surged again.

Durraman roared in grief and indignation.

"but."

"That's right," the boss said with a chuckle, "Strength is great."

In the next second, the boss's fist was released in an instant, so powerful that it even caused ripples in the air.

"Boom!"

There was a crisp sound.

He throws a standard uppercut.

What Thales saw again was the orc Durraman, who was originally terrifying and terrifying, with his chin pointing straight to the sky.

The blue-faced orc didn't move anymore.

On the sand dunes, the captives watched the battle of these strange men dully.

"It's a pity, Saika who has just grown up," Dean smiled, patted Thales on the shoulder jokingly, and pointed to the dead Durraman: "Your dear Fraka..."

"Killed."

Thales responded with a polite smile.

"yes."

The prince waved his hands helplessly: "It's a pity that I can't kill it with my own hands."

"My God," Old Hammer didn't seem to have the consciousness to join in this little humor. He stared at the group of strange cavalrymen with their own nicknames: "Those people, they are not just as simple as the Stardust Guard."

"So who are they?" Quick Rope asked curiously.

"Freaks," Old Hammer said coldly, "or 'Freak Squad'—that's what we call them in the Saber Camp, and even in the entire army sequence on the Western Front."

Everyone responded with surprise.

"Freak? Freak squad..."

Thales chewed the term, his face changed: "Could it be that..."

"Yes, that's a group of freaks," the veteran of Xingchen turned his face, with a conflicted expression: "It is Baron Williams who personally pardoned and recruited despite criticism and accusations, and has caused countless troubles since its establishment. Most of them are Scum, criminals, lunatics, whores..."

"A team of supernatural beings."