"Kill all the dwarf bastards!"
"Kill all the dwarf bastards!"
The half-orc warg cavalry, led by the second leader, rushed toward the expedition team with a roar and roar.
The dwarves led by Thorin Oakenshield looked serious and were ready for battle.
Morgan and Gandalf, who were standing behind the dwarf team, looked relatively calm.
Especially Morgan.
Watching a new tall orc appear in the orc cavalry team, shouting orders to other orcs.
Morgan clearly saw it just now, when the other party saw the former orc leader being shot to death by him and planted on the back of a warg.
There was an obvious smile on his face, even though it was a ferocious smile.
But Morgan could still clearly see the other person's joy.
"Is this the excitement of seeing the leader die and it's finally my turn to take over?"
"If this is the case, then you are happy too early. I want to congratulate your next one..."
Looking at the menacing Orc Warg Cavalry team that is about to charge forward.
Morgan murmured interestingly. He liked the sense of accomplishment of being able to control the life and death of his enemies at will from a long distance.
Morgan reached for the quiver.
This time, he pulled out three arrows.
Closer, closer.
Finally, the incoming Orc Warg Cavalry team fiercely collided with the dwarf expedition led by Thorin Oakenshield.
And one second before the Warg Cavalry was about to charge forward.
Morgan let go of the arrow.
"Swish swish..."
Three arrows shot rapidly towards the Orc Warg Cavalry.
A third of a second later.
The three orcs that rushed towards them immediately grunted, became unstable and fell onto the back of the warg.
Among them was the little half-orc leader who had just emerged as the leader.
"Bang bang bang bang bang..."
More than 20 orcs and warg knights fiercely charged at the dwarf expedition team of more than a dozen people.
The intensity of the momentum is not inferior to that of a larger battlefield.
However, the warg knights of the half-orcs are different from the cavalry knights of other intelligent races.
Because the warg under the crotch of the orc is a more ferocious existence than the orc.
"kill!!!"
The dwarves roared and waved their weapons in desperate resistance.
Morgan stood beside Gandalf, the longbow in his hand never stopping.
Each arrow is like the cruelest and coldest killer.
The orcs and wargs on the battlefield in front of us are far inferior to the giant trolls with thick skin and flesh.
Orcs and wargs shot by Morgan had almost no chance of getting back up.
Because every arrow from Morgan hit the most deadly heads of orcs and wargs.
It was different from the night attack encounter with the Orc scout team a day ago.
In that battle, Morgan tried his best to kill more enemies in order to gain soul power.
Now, Morgan knows more about the archer position.
When the balance of victory on the battlefield is on his side, he will of course try his best to kill the enemy in order to obtain the maximum amount of soul power.
And when the outcome of the battlefield is unclear, or even in danger.
What Morgan has to do is not only to kill a large number of enemies, but also to protect his teammates with all his strength.
Like now, with the help of cover from the melee wizard Gandalf.
Morgan's eyes were almost entirely focused on the members of the dwarf expedition team who were fighting bloody battles in front of them.
As long as he sees which dwarf is in danger, Morgan can always help him immediately.
Although you will definitely sacrifice part of your soul power, protecting the casualties of the expedition members is also protecting yourself.
Morgan is very self-aware and does not have to fight desperately without a group of fellow expedition members.
If he is surrounded by orcs alone, there is only one fate, and that is death!
He is far from mature enough to be able to fight an entire army by himself.
If the archer has levels.
So Morgan thinks this:
A qualified archer can kill enemies with greater efficiency on the battlefield.
An excellent archer can not only kill a large number of enemies on the battlefield, but also protect himself and teammates to a certain extent.
A master-level archer can not only kill a large number of enemies, but can even affect the outcome of a battle to a certain extent.
As for higher-level archers, their mere presence on the battlefield can intimidate and intimidate enemy leaders like nuclear weapons, making them afraid to act rashly.
Because he could easily shoot anyone if he wanted to.
His existence threatens everyone in the enemy at any time, especially the enemy leader.
However, when an archer reaches that level of strength, it can no longer be called an archer.
That's a marksman!
Further up, if there is someone more powerful than the marksman.
That must be the legendary "God of Archers!".
Now, Morgan has initially reached the standard of an excellent archer and is on his way to becoming a master-level archer.
...
"Lower your head!"
Morgan, who was at odds with Gandalf, suddenly shouted in a low voice.
Gandalf kicked the entangled orc over and immediately bowed his head in understanding.
The next second.
"Whoosh..."
An arrow almost missed the pointed hood on Gandalf's head.
After a muffled sound.
Gandalf immediately turned his head and saw a tall orc holding a mace-shaped weapon falling backwards with an arrow between his eyebrows.
Gandalf didn't care, and stabbed the orc in front of him with his sword.
The staff held in the other hand suddenly struck Morgan, who had his back turned to him.
"Bang..."
A white glimmer flickered.
Invisible magical energy exploded.
An orc who attempted to sneak up on Morgan was knocked away by Gandalf with a stick.
Morgan shot and killed a warg who sneaked up on Thorin Oakenshield with an arrow. He turned back and smiled at Gandalf who had saved him.
Gandalf ignored it and turned around to continue dealing with the attacking wargs.
"This kid's performance today is much more impressive than mine..."
"No, not just more majestic than myself, this kid's performance today is more majestic than anyone else in the team."
Gandalf muttered to himself.
Not only Gandalf, but also the other dwarves who were saved by Morgan today felt this way.
In fact, you know it if you think about it.
While you are fighting a ferocious enemy, you are attacked from behind.
But someone suddenly kills the sneak attacker, and between saving you and being in danger, you will naturally be grateful to the other person.
Especially when the other party saved your life more than once.
More than twenty orc warg knights faced off against sixteen members of the expedition.
Although the orcs had a slight advantage in numbers, they quickly lost their troops as the expedition team's individual combat capabilities became more elite.
In just a few minutes, more than half of the more than twenty orc-warg cavalry were killed or wounded.
Normally, the remaining orcs would have been scared away.
Orcs don't have the mental awareness to fight to the death, and they never will.
Only under extremely strict high-pressure orders can these orcs continue to fight against the fear of death.
"Ouch..."
Terrifying howls in the distance kept coming.
This means that Orc reinforcements are on their way.
Listening to the howling that became clearer and clearer, he looked at the remaining half-orcs who looked frightened but still refused to retreat.
Thorin Oakenshield looked anxious and shouted: "Orc reinforcements will arrive soon, kill them all!"
"kill!!!"
