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"Kill all the dwarf bastards!"

"Kill all the dwarf bastards!"

Led by the second leader, the Orc Warg cavalry charged at the expedition with a snarling roar.

The dwarves led by Thorin Oak Shield looked serious and waited.

The faces of Morgan and Gandalf, who were standing beside the dwarf team, were relatively calm.

Especially Morgan.

Watching a tall orc emerge from the Orc cavalry line, shouting and ordering the other Orcs.

Morgan had clearly seen it just now, when the other party saw that the first half-orc little leader was shot to death by himself and planted on the back of the Warg.

There was a clear smile on his face, although it was a hideous smile.

But Morgan could still clearly see the other's joy.

"Is this the excitement of seeing the leader dead and finally it's your turn to take the top?"

"If that's the case, it's a little too early for you to be happy, and I'm going to congratulate your next one."

Looking at the menacing Orc Warg cavalry team that is about to rush up.

Morgan muttered amusingly, he liked the sense of accomplishment of being able to control the life and death of an enemy at will from a distance.

Morgan reached for the quiver.

This time, he drew three arrows at once.

Closer, closer.

Finally, the attacking Orc Warg cavalry team fiercely bumped into the dwarf expedition led by Thorin Oakenshield.

And one second before the Warg cavalry was about to charge up.

Morgan let go of the arrow.

"whoosh whoosh"

Three arrows hurried towards the Orc Warg cavalry.

After a third of a second.

The three orcs rushing towards them immediately groaned, and immediately fell down on the Warg's back.

Among them, the little half-orc leader who just emerged as the leader is among them.

"bang bang bang bang"

More than 20 Orc Warg Knights fiercely rushed to the dwarf expedition of more than a dozen people.

The momentum is fierce, and it does not lose the larger-scale battlefield.

However, the Orc Warg knights are different from the cavalry knights of other intelligent races.

Because the warg under the crotch of the half-orc is more ferocious than the half-orc.

"kill!!!"

The dwarves roared and fought desperately, brandishing their weapons.

Morgan was standing beside Gandalf, his longbow drawn until it stopped.

Arrows are like the most ferocious and ruthless killers.

The Orcs and Wargs on the battlefield in front of them are far less than the thick-skinned giant trolls.

Orcs and wargs shot by Morgan have little chance of getting back on their feet.

Because every arrow from Morgan hit the deadliest head of the Orcs and Wargs.

Unlike the night raid encounter with the Orc Scout Squad the day before.

In that battle, Morgan tried his best to kill more enemies in order to gain soul power.

Now, Morgan knows more about the archer's position.

When the scale of victory on the battlefield is on his side, of course, he must do his best to kill the enemy in order to maximize his soul power.

And when the outcome of the battlefield is unclear, or even in jeopardy.

What Morgan has to do is not only to kill a large number of enemies, but also to protect his teammates with all his strength.

Just like now, with the help of the cover of the melee wizard Gandalf.

Morgan's eyes were almost entirely on the members of the bloody dwarf expedition in front of him.

As long as he sees which dwarf is in danger, Morgan can always help the other party at the first time.

Although he would definitely sacrifice a part of his soul power, the casualties who protected the members of the expedition were also protecting himself.

Morgan was self-aware, and none of his fellow expedition members fought to the death.

If he is surrounded by orcs all by himself, there will only be one end, and that is death!

He's far from growing to the point where one person can fight an entire army.

If the archer has grades.

So Morgan thinks this:

A qualified archer is able to kill the enemy with greater efficiency on the battlefield.

An excellent archer can not only kill a large number of enemies on the battlefield, but also protect oneself and teammates to a certain extent.

A master-level archer can not only kill a large number of enemies, but even affect the outcome of a battle to a certain extent.

And a higher-level archer is an existence that just appears on the battlefield, can shock and deter the enemy leader like a nuclear weapon, and make the enemy dare not act rashly.

Because he can easily shoot anyone if he wants to.

His existence threatens everyone in the enemy at any time, especially the leader of the enemy.

However, when an archer reaches that level of strength, he can no longer be called an archer.

That's a marksman!

Going up, if there is an existence that can be more powerful than the marksman.

That must be the legendary "God of Archers!".

Now Morgan has initially reached the standard of an excellent archer, and is trying his best to climb the road to a master-level archer.

"Look down!"

Morgan, who had horns with Gandalf, suddenly shouted in a low voice.

Gandalf kicked the entangled orcs with one kick, and immediately bowed his head in understanding.

next second.

"whoosh"

An arrow almost blazed past the pointed hood above Gandalf's head.

After a muffled sound.

Gandalf turned his head at once, and saw a tall half-orc with a mace-shaped weapon with an arrow in his brow and his head thrown backwards.

Gandalf didn't care either, and a sword pierced through the Orc who was charging up again in front of him.

The other staff slammed into Morgan, who was facing away from him.

"bang"

A white shimmer flickered.

Invisible magical energy exploded.

A goblin who tried to attack Morgan was knocked away by Gandalf.

Morgan shot dead a warg who had attacked Thorin Oakenshield with one arrow. He turned his head and smiled at Gandalf who had saved him.

Gandalf ignored it, turned around and continued to deal with the attacking Warg.

"This kid's performance today is much more majestic than himself."

"No, it's not just more powerful than himself, this kid's performance today is more powerful than anyone in the team."

Gandalf muttered to himself.

Not just Gandalf, but the other dwarves Morgan saved today felt the same way.

Actually think about it.

When you are fighting a murderous enemy, you are attacked in the back.

But when someone suddenly kills the attacker, between saving you and being in danger, you will naturally be grateful to the other party.

Especially when the other party saved you more than once.

More than twenty Orc Warg Knights dealt with sixteen members of the expedition.

Although the Orcs had a small advantage in number, they quickly lost their troops when the individual combat power of the expedition team was more elite.

In just a few minutes, more than half of the Orc Warg cavalry were killed or injured.

If this is normal, the remaining half-orcs may have been scared away.

Orcs do not have the kind of spiritual awareness that they will never retreat.

Only under extremely severe and high-pressure orders can these orcs continue to fight against the fear of death.

"Ow."

Terrifying howls in the distance kept coming.

This meant that orc reinforcements were on their way.

Hearing the howls that became clearer and clearer, he looked around at the half-orcs who remained terrified, but still did not retreat.

Thorin Oak Shield looked anxious and shouted: "The orc reinforcements will arrive soon, kill them all!"

"kill!!!"