Although the two sides had roughly the same number of men, Charlotte's subordinates were stronger. Charlotte in particular wielded his Knight's Lance like a writhing dragon, and almost none of his enemies could withstand a single exchange.
Hundred Bear Chief, Great Bear Tyrant, Bear Honey, and four other Transcendent bearfolk were even more formidable. The two Mountain Grinding Yellow Bear Warriors did not even need weapons; each swipe of a claw sent a wolfman flying as easily as slapping a cucumber, crisp and satisfying.
The one-armed human female captive had not expected such a turn of events. She did not know why these orcs were fighting among themselves, but her powerful will to survive drove her to pick up a wolfman war blade from the ground, cut the ropes binding her feet, and struggle to her feet with all her strength.
She was grievously wounded, her body covered in injuries. Even simply standing up made her cough up a mouthful of blood.
With a backhand thrust, Charlotte pinned a wolfman to the ground and shouted, "Don't push yourself! You need treatment!"
The one-armed human female captive asked warily, "You're human? Why do you have so many orc warriors under your command?"
Charlotte replied bluntly, "I'm not in the mood to explain."
"Later, do your best to find a way to escape."
"I still have a mission. I can't take you with me."
There were no enemies left around Charlotte. He switched to Withered Rose and fired dozens of shots in succession. Every bullet from this low-order Vampiric Weapon carried the full-force strike of a Fifth Order Transcendent, more than enough to deal with ordinary wolfman warriors.
Before long, Charlotte blew at the wisps of bloody vapor drifting from Withered Rose's muzzle and surveyed the surroundings. The wolfmen of the Shanda