"Splat!"
A flash of red light burst forth, and the orc leader's body exploded outright.
Blood and chunks of flesh sprayed backward.
Charles said coolly, "Kill!"
More than thirty elite soldiers who had long been prepared drew their weapons without hesitation. Before the orcs could even react, they hacked at their foes.
Charles gripped his wand and gave a cold snort. A terrifying pressure descended, and more than a dozen nearby orc wolf riders instantly found it difficult even to breathe, much less fight.
Their numbers were insufficient, and their combat strength had been disrupted. In a matter of moments, those dozen or so orc wolf riders were plunged into a bitter struggle.
Even their riding wolves were cut down.
Some of the wolf riders standing guard in the distance charged over, while others fled backward, intending to return for reinforcements.
Charles watched it all calmly, as though this were not a fiercely murderous battlefield, but a noble's banquet hall.
He took up the longbow hanging at his side, drew it, and nocked an arrow.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
The arrows flew out like a string of pearls. Every shot carried enough force to pierce the thin armor and tough skin of those orc riders.
"Aah!"
An orc screamed as he fell from his riding wolf. A sharp arrow had pierced through his chest, its keen tip protruding from his back.
One courageous orc used his riding wolf's charge to hurl a short spear viciously at Charles.
"Whoosh!"
The short spear tore through the air with a shrill whistle, but Charles paid it no mind. Instead, a human cavalryman beside him suddenly spurred his horse forward and, by the narrowest margin, blocked the spear with his shield.
In a short time, all the surrounding wolf riders had been slaughtered.
Seeing that