Although they had just injured the twelve orcs in front of them, only two of them were seriously injured. The other ten were still in good fighting condition. They cried out in pain twice, became even more furious, and charged forward again, brandishing their giant axes.

"We're doomed, run!"

Joey dropped the plank in his hand and ran towards the river.

Will didn't hesitate either; seeing Joey take off running, he immediately followed.

"You can't blame me for this. You just saw it; that method works!"

Seeing Will following behind him, Joey said to him somewhat guiltily.

"Can you please stop talking?"

Will's skin was already dark, but at this moment his face appeared somewhat purplish.

"#￥%……@@……&!"

Suddenly, an orc shouted something in orcish in the direction they were heading, and instead of chasing after the two, he picked up his giant axe and went to hunt down the group of workers who had already lost their composure.

"That's it, we don't need to go to the river anymore!"

Joey suddenly stopped and stood still, her previously relaxed demeanor turning somewhat tense.

"What's wrong?"

Will was confused, but he stopped next to Joey.

"The orc told the orcs who had just come down from the bridge to guard the riverbank and not let the two of us escape!"

Others couldn't understand the orc language, but Joey understood it perfectly. As soon as he finished speaking, four orcs carrying giant axes came down from the wooden bridge and guarded the path leading Joey and Joey to the river.

Will was shocked. He hadn't expected that Joey, who was working with him on the bridge, could understand orc language, a high-level skill that only scholars possessed.

"Big Beard, Big Beard, why have you suddenly become so unreliable?"

Joey didn't have time to pay attention to Will. He craned his neck to look at the wooden bridge, which was still standing well on the river, and there were more than ten orcs crossing it quickly.