Chapter 71 of 100
Chapter 71
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If judged by Rodi's standards as a "player," the orc Solon had already advanced to the class of "Witch Doctor" at this point. However, unlike other tribal witch doctors, as a student of Sarota, Solon specialized not in team-buffing spells like "Bloodlust," but in "Enhanced Combat" spells that had stronger effects on individuals and lasted longer.
Under Sarota's guidance, Solon had never neglected the training of his body and martial skills from a young age. Therefore, he was not only a witch doctor but also an early-qualified and even excellent wolf rider. Once he entered combat, Solon could significantly boost his fighting power with the help of his witchcraft. Although the spells he had learned were not yet as powerful as Sarota's, in time, he would undoubtedly become an unparalleled and powerful warrior in the tribe!
This path was one that no witch doctor had ever taken before. Witch doctors, inheriting the power of their ancestors, were mostly as frail as Sarota and would never stand on the battlefield to engage in close combat. However, as Sarota's direct disciple, Solon had been developing in this extreme direction since the age of four. It must be said that Sarota was an "outsider" among orcs, skilled in learning and daring to innovate. Under his guidance, although Solon had not yet participated in any battles, in Sarota's eyes, Solon's future strength would surely surpass the current chief, Rohar!
Under his teacher's cultivation, Solon also had absolute confidence in his own strength. But this confidence was almost completely shattered by the guy with the horn bow today. During the morning pursuit, Solon relied on his witchcraft and the叠加BUFF of Sarota's "Bloodlust" to lead the charge. He was determined to capture the two humans who were lagging behind and was even excitedly staring at Rodi when he threw the net, hoping to see the shock and fear in his eyes as death approached...
Because the helpless expressions of humans facing death were far more exhilarating for Solon than mere killing. But to his great disappointment, what followed completely exceeded his imagination. In the face of Rodi's sudden turn and rapid shot, Solon only managed to avoid the arrow that could have hit his head by quickly lying down on the wolf's back. The subsequent deaths of his two comrades from arrows left Solon drenched in cold sweat!
He raised his gaze to see the face of his opponent but only saw a pair of cold, indifferent eyes behind the raised horn bow... The moment those eyes lingered on him, Solon momentarily forgot to urge his wolf to speed up. After this brief hesitation, as the "Bloodlust" effect faded and his speed decreased, he could only watch helplessly as the opponent escaped from his pursuit range.
In this brief confrontation, Solon admitted his complete defeat. Over seventy powerful wolf riders were actually stopped in their tracks by three arrows just as they were about to encircle the opponent. This event cast a deep shadow on Solon, who had high aspirations. In front of Sarota, he could only suppress his fear and secretly vowed to become stronger. But after leaving his teacher's protection, he found himself unable to forget those cold, determined eyes.
"I must become stronger... much stronger!"
Gritting his teeth, he vowed to do better, and his wolf accelerated towards the distance. However, Solon did not notice that on the horizon behind him, a group that should not have been there appeared outside the Cossack village...
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Compared to his student, Sarota was not afraid at this moment, but rather felt stifled and angry. He could not help but think about the events of the morning. If he had joined the pursuit earlier, none of those humans would have escaped. But regret was useless. Sarota frowned, cleared his mind of the chaotic emotions, gripped his wooden staff, and stood up, planning to leave the Cossack village with his team to deal with the conflict with the "Blood Spear" tribe first.
Looking at the wolves, he sighed, thinking about the obvious flaws of the orc wolf riders. Horses maintain a straight spine while moving, making it easy for humans to master riding. However, wolves' spines twist while running, making it much harder to master riding them, even though specially bred wolves are more stable. After adapting to the twisting movement of the wolves, "mounted archery" becomes impossible. Therefore, no wolf rider in the tribe carries a bow, and the "net" was introduced to compensate for their lack of ranged attacks.
To gain an advantage against human cavalry, they could only rely on more advanced witchcraft. With this in mind, seeing his subordinates ready to leave, he waved his staff, and the bone ornaments clattered. A servant led his wolf to him, and he mounted it, gently pulling the reins, ready to give the order to depart...
At that moment, a faint, unfamiliar sound seemed to come with the breeze. An orc with keen hearing immediately turned to look into the distance. When he saw the shadows on the grassland clearly, he opened his mouth in shock, completely stunned. After three seconds, the warning echoed loudly in the Cossack village: "Humans! It's human cavalry!"
This news left the entire wolf rider team speechless. Many orcs looked at each other, unsure of what to say. Only Sarota reacted first, saying sternly, "Report the enemy situation!"
"Twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty people! Lord Sarota, they seem to be... be..."
Standing at the back of the team, Sarota couldn't see the approaching group clearly and shouted, "What? Speak clearly."
"Seems... seems to be the humans who escaped this morning!"
As this news spread through the team, the wolf riders' emotions began to change noticeably. Like boiling water about to overflow, confusion and bewilderment gradually turned into bared teeth and barely contained excitement. Their emotions even infected their wolves, causing low growls to spread.
As the highest commander, Sarota's expression changed several times. He stood silently, squinting and looking into the distance, his eyes locking onto the small human group. After a few seconds of hesitation, he suddenly shook his staff and shouted, "Prepare for battle!"
"Roar—"
Orcs never respond with "yes" or "understood" but use the most primitive roar to express their obedience. The humiliation of the morning escape was now turning into the excitement of imminent revenge. They howled and turned their wolves to face the scattered human group outside the village. The low growls of the wolves rose and fell, but as the most disciplined military unit in the tribe, they did not charge uncontrollably, waiting anxiously for Sarota's next order.
Sarota rode his wolf forward, and the wolf riders parted to make way for him. He did not blindly order an attack but wanted to confirm that the enemy had no tricks up their sleeves. But when he saw the approaching scouts clearly, he couldn't help but feel puzzled...
"Really daring enough to come?"
The approaching scout team was not slow, but as they neared within a kilometer and both sides clearly saw each other, the team suddenly slowed down in a very disorganized manner. Their originally neat formation instantly became chaotic, and within half a minute, they were a jumbled mess...
This comical scene even made the wolf riders burst into uncontrolled laughter. At a distance of over five hundred meters, Sarota could clearly see the humans arguing in the chaos, then hastily turning their horses and clumsily retreating. Clearly, these guys thought the wolf rider team had left and wanted to surprise them with a "flank attack," but they had miscalculated and were now caught like fish in a net.
Sarota, who had initially thought the humans were planning some trick, gradually relaxed as he saw the disorganized formation of Rodi and his group. He knew that with a team of over seventy wolf riders led by a witch doctor, such an enemy of no more than thirty people could be slaughtered like wheat being cut by a scythe.
A perfect opportunity!
He couldn't help but exclaim in his heart, and the previous frustration vanished. He raised his staff, and a pale green light suddenly enveloped all the wolf riders.
"Kill them, no survivors!"
"Roar—"
Roars and shouts instantly echoed through the Cossack village. The wolf riders, invigorated by the witchcraft, shouted loudly and surged out of the village like a flood, carrying Sarota the witch doctor with them! This scene was very similar to the morning: the wolf riders charged with all their might for the second pursuit, and the human scouts began their second escape...
The difference was that this time, the orc team had a powerful witch doctor, and the human scouts had collectively discarded their armor and supplies to escape with the least burden.
At this moment, Sarota couldn't help but feel excited. If he could kill these humans, the human border defenses would be significantly weakened, and his plans would proceed more smoothly. Then, the human kingdom's territory would surely submit to his will!
"This time... I will not fail!"
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