Reinforcements

The distance is getting closer and closer.

The stench from the Worg's gaping maw assaulted their senses, and the Orc Cavalry let out a series of mournful howls before charging into the crowd. Cries and screams filled the air. George glanced at his Elder Sister holding her child a short distance away, then gripped his weapon without hesitation and charged forward. Behind him lay the elderly, women, and children; if the Wolf Rider broke through, it would be a massacre. As a militiaman trained as Warrior, he could not stand idly by and witness such a tragedy.

"Follow me! Men, stay behind and hold them off!"

George brandished his weapon and charged forward, followed by several men with families, who also gripped their weapons and rushed forward. Fear filled their eyes, for they faced the terrifying dire Wolf Rider. They were no match for the Orc Warrior on top, nor even for the dire Worg themselves. These ferocious beasts were the Boss of their packs. Worg, larger than calves, could easily take on real Warrior; these men, who had only received militia training, would find it difficult to defeat them.

The Orc's ferocious grin appeared before them. The Worg pounced and knocked the man beside it over. Then, a crisp sound of bones breaking rang out as the Worg's gaping maw snapped his throat.

Fear is spreading.

The overwhelming power and the shadow of death filled many with fear, but no matter how terrified they were, not one of them retreated in the end.

Because they had absolutely no way out!

Behind them was a group of elderly, women, and children, including their relatives. As men, they had to stand up, even knowing they would die.

Even if it means death!

They will fight to the very last moment.

Awooo!

The mournful howls of wolves echoed as the Wolf Rider swept through the defensive formation like a torrent. The ordinary militiamen were no match for them; in the instant of impact, more than a dozen militiamen fell to the ground. One Wolf Rider broke through their lines. The Slaughter awakened the Blood Frenzy of these Orc, and it charged directly at a fleeing woman. Because she was carrying a child, she was too slow and was easily caught by the Wolf Rider.

A sharp blade slices through the air!

Faced with the terrifying enemy rushing towards her, the woman, who had no combat experience, crouched down the moment the enemy made contact, her maternal instincts making her tightly protect her child, exposing her defenseless back to the enemy's view.

A human head flew up.

The gushing blood, accompanied by the child's piercing cries, made the Orc Cavalry laugh and swing their blades once more.

They showed no compassion whatsoever for people of other races.

Their Blood Frenzy nature makes them fierce Warrior, and such Warrior are ruthless on the battlefield. The harsh living environment has made them believe in natural selection, where the weak are eliminated, even their own kind.

The cold light reappeared!

The sharp blades slashed at the crying child before them. This wasn't the first time they'd done something like this. Despite their relative foolishness, these Orc also possessed a clever side: the knowledge that an enemy's child would grow up to become a new enemy.

The air was thick with the smell of blood.

A sharp blade sliced through the air and swung down, a massacre seemed imminent.

Slurp!

An arrow flew out.

The Orc Cavalry stiffened for a moment, then tumbled off the Worg.

The arrow pierced its forehead, instantly penetrating its skull, and it fell to the ground with a thud. A second arrow shot out, striking the Worg in the head in an instant, pinning it to the ground.

Terrifying force!

Someone seemed to be approaching from the darkness, moving quite quickly. More figures appeared close behind him.

A cold, gleaming blade appeared.

The Wolf Rider who approached the crowd were instantly killed by the fleeting shadows. One after another, ferocious heads fell to the ground; even the fierce Worg could not last a second longer.

"Roar!"

With a deep, furious roar, a massive figure burst forth from the darkness.

He was clad in heavy armor, his eyes bloodshot as he roared with excitement. Veins resembling earthworms bulged on his explosive muscles.

This is a Warrior who is three meters tall!

Despite his seemingly clumsy body, he charged with incredible speed, reaching a Wolf Rider in the blink of an eye. With a roar, he swung the heavy anchor in his hand, unleashing a terrifying force accompanied by a muffled whistling sound. The Worg, along with the Orc Cavalry on it, was smashed into a bloody pulp amidst a mournful howl.

"Orc are nothing special!"

The Giant glanced at the terrified Half-Elf beside him, a sinister smile creeping across his scarred lips. He then charged forward again, his massive body wielding the heavy anchor as if it were empty. No Wolf Rider could withstand a single blow from him; often, both man and wolf would be smashed into a bloody pulp in one strike.

Giant.

The pirate Boss under Soren, a subordinate who wasn't very bright, but was quite excellent as a fighter.

He was probably the pirate Boss under Soren who came closest to Legendary strength. His intellectual deficiencies did not affect Soren's high regard for him. With the Bog Giant Bloodline and the combination of Warrior and Barbarian, this physically strong but simple-minded guy was always at the forefront in any battle, and often he would break through the enemy's defenses by himself.

"Don't waste time!"

Scarface plunged his blade into the Worg's throat, then turned to look at the Giant beside him, saying in a deep voice, "There are still enemies approaching! They're starting to lose ground. Go help them deal with the Orc army."

A series of figures rapidly approached in the darkness.

Soren's Elite Pirate finally arrived, and the Wolf Rider fell one after another. Seeing that things were not going well, some enemies tried to escape, but they were all killed by arrows.

The Giant roared and charged forward.

--"Rage!"

His massive body, upon approaching the Orc army, did not pause for a moment, but instead brandished the anchor and charged into the ranks of the Temple Warrior from the side.

This caused chaos and defeat for the Orc army.

"Giant! You idiot!"

Scarface was jumping up and down in frustration, but had no choice but to speed up and rush past.

What an idiot!

He was sent to support the Temple Warrior behind them, not to charge into the Orc army alone and wreak havoc. Scarface was cursing a thousand grass mud horses in his mind, but at this point, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and go for it.

Bang!

With a piercing scream, the Orc Warrior was sent flying, crashing into seven or eight people before finally landing dead. The Giant, relying on his Full Plate Armor, charged forward relentlessly. His strength surpassed even Soren's Change Shape state, and combined with the size advantage of his Giant Bloodline, he simply crushed his way through. The anchors used by large Warship were absolute weapons of mass destruction on the battlefield; the Orc, already known for their strength, were nothing more than a bunch of immature children in his presence.

The heavy anchor whistled past.

As if the Giant hadn't had enough of killing, he actually threw the huge anchor he was holding.

That was a bloody mess!

The heavy anchor swept past like a shadow, carving a bloody straight line through the Orc army. The Giant grew more and more excited as he killed. The battle on land was much larger than the deck at sea. He charged forward, picked up the anchor again, and swung it 316 degrees, instantly clearing a vacuum around him.

Giant Kind are indeed a deadly weapon on the battlefield!

He alone dealt a severe blow to the Orc ' morale; his massive size and colossal weapon created an overwhelming advantage, instantly disrupting the Orc ' formation.

In the darkness.

Arrows rained down like a storm, but Soren calmly nocked them and drew his bow, each arrow claiming the Hit Points of an enemy.

His figure moved at high speed in the darkness.

The moment any target resembling Orc officer appears, he is met with a barrage of deadly arrows. The Elven War Bow can penetrate armor within a range of three hundred meters, and the Darkvision makes Soren completely unaffected in the night. He is like Spectre lurking on the battlefield, calmly and deadly sniping any dangerous target.

No one can escape his gaze, and no one can dodge his arrows.

After all, he originally had Half-Elf blood!

...(To be continued~^~)