Chapter 388: On a Full Moon Night

All things, please use your power!

Saul closed his eyes and communicated with the knights’ horses. After a while, the entire battlefield fell into chaos. Most of the horses were cooperating with Saul, jumping up and down, or running wildly in circles. The knights on them and the infantry on the side tried their best to hold the horses back. Taking this opportunity, the orc army rushed in and started a melee with them.

Thrall closed his eyes tightly again, touched the earth, and asked for help from the earth. The earth once again responded to Thrall. Violent sounds and screams came from the battlefield. Thrall did not open his eyes. It was already night and his eyesight could not see the battlefield clearly. It was better to continue to concentrate on asking for help from other elements.

Thrall couldn't see the ground clearly, but Onyxia, who was flying in the sky, could see clearly. There were pits one after another on the ground, and the soldiers and horses who were still fighting on the opposite side fell into them. The soldiers who could not move became targets. Under the light of Thrall's continuous thunder spells, they were harvested easily.

"Saul did a good job!" Richard stood on Onyxia's shoulder and looked at the battle below, while looking for Orgrim. Hammer of Destruction.

"Found it!" Fina, wearing night vision binoculars, found Orgrim first. The chieftain of the tribe led a team to resist the reinforcements at the edge of the woods. It might be a little inaccurate to say that he was resisting. The chieftain was very brave, and the enemies in front of him could hardly last more than three rounds.

"Valeeera."

Valeera, who was behind, put on a gas mask and a black cloak and disappeared directly on Onyxia's back.

"Don't panic, keep your formation!" On the ground, a knight wearing Blackmore family armor shouted loudly. His voice was not only loud but also trembling. He was the leader of the Blackmore knights, named Landon. His trembling came from his fear.

In fact, this was understandable. This was the first time for Landon to go to the battlefield. He was still a big baby when the last war between orcs and humans took place. Therefore, he had never participated in such a war in person. This time he came here because of Blackmore's sweet talk. Blackmore was his idol in life. He believed in Blackmore's words without a doubt.

Blackmore described such a war as harmless as hunting roe deer in the forests around Dunhold, but he said nothing about the screams and groans that now assaulted his eardrums, the mixture of shit, blood, and the body odor of beasts. Every moment he could see the scene of the taking of other people's lives everywhere. This was unimaginable to him, who was only suitable for enjoying baths and fine wine and being admired by thousands of hungry ladies. He should not be in such a war at all. This was not a pleasant leisure activity at all.

But he couldn't escape now. There were people all around him, and they were all blocking his horse. Moreover, Landon didn't trust his horse. He didn't understand why the tamed horses suddenly abandoned their masters in the battle just now. He didn't know what kind of magic caused pits to appear one after another on the ground, and he didn't know why the white wolves and green orcs cooperated so well. As a commander, he was really too bad.

He couldn't even decide who to attack. It was too dark around him, and he couldn't see anything clearly. He could only swing his sword blindly, roaring and crying while attacking frantically. But most of the time his attacks only split the air. Fear completely enveloped him, making him completely incapable of action.

However, even if he did nothing, his target was very obvious. With the help of the light of lightning, it was easy to find the knight wearing different armor. Sal immediately set his sights on the guy with the Blackmore family logo.

"Ah!" Little Randon only saw a big green fist and nothing else.

Looking at the knight fainted on the ground, he hesitated for a moment and directly carried him on his shoulders. Durnholde was rich, very rich. This guy could wear such armor, so he must not be a small figure. Although Sal wanted to kill this Durnholde knight very much, it was also a very good choice to exchange some ransom and resources for his fellow orcs. Anyway, Durnholde would be fought sooner or later, and he would just die a few days later.

Suddenly, Thrall felt a very familiar feeling, but Thrall did not think much about it, because he was surrounded by familiar warriors.

On the other side of the forest, the battle between Orgrim and the reinforcements was coming to an end. Orgrim leaned against a big tree to rest, watching his brothers destroy the stupid humans. Orgrim looked at Thrall and happened to see Thrall knocking down the knight with one punch. He grinned.

"That's great, there is hope for the future of orcs. Huh? Who is it!"

Orgrim's eyes suddenly widened, and he quickly jumped away from the big tree behind him. In a split second, Valeera's dagger pierced Orgrim's body.

"Who are you?" Orgrim looked at the black cloak in front of him. He also wore a strange mask on his face. He couldn't even tell whether he was a man or a woman.

"The one who killed you." Valeera changed her voice and answered in Orcish. The failure of the assassination was expected. At the moment of attack, the lurker's figure would be exposed. It depends on whether the assassin reacts quickly. After all, Orgrim is the most outstanding warrior in the world. It is expected that he can dodge. The original plan was not based on simple assassination.

Valeera's index and middle fingers were holding a glass ball, which was quite conspicuous on the battlefield. Without saying a word, Valeera threw it out, and Orgrim smashed the glass bead with a hammer without hesitation.

"Humph! Want to use hidden weapons? Too naive! Wearing a mask and afraid to see people? Sure enough, these are the actions of despicable assassins! You humans will always be so dirty! Die..."

Before he could finish his angry shout, Orgrim suddenly felt powerless, and he even had no strength to hold the hammer in his hand. Valeera took a step forward and stuck directly in front of Orgrim. Her right hand touched Orgrim's heart through the armor. Regicide followed closely. Valeera used force to circle the dagger around Orgrim's chest. This time, the weathered armor could not block the fatal attack. Orgrim widened his eyes and couldn't believe what was happening before his eyes, but no matter how much he didn't believe it, it had already happened, and Orgrim couldn't stop his blood from flowing out of the armor.

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