In the absence of long weapons and good coordination, the advantage of cavalry over infantry is extremely significant.
When riding, you don't need to stand on your own two feet to save energy, and you are naturally at a commanding height, making it easier to attack important targets such as the enemy's head and shoulders. The superior mobility and the greater strength and physique of the horses also give the cavalry a breakthrough ability that is difficult for infantry to achieve. They can forcefully break through and escape from a deadlock in which infantry must die.
However, despite this, the vast majority of adventurers only use horses as a means of transportation, and in actual combat they still dismount and fight on foot. The main reason for this is that mounts and people are two living creatures, and they cannot be driven into place by will alone like human feet.
Even for knights, the compatibility with the mount is a difficult task that requires years of training. For adventurers who do not have as much time, energy and money as knights, it is basically out of consideration.
Horses have the same level of intelligence as human children, and they are easily frightened and easily distracted. The price of horses with excellent breeds, which are not panicked by the flash of swords and loud noises and can easily understand the instructions given by knights through spurs, is usually more than 100 gold coins, while a light steel arm crossbow with decent workmanship only costs 1 gold coin in the current market of the empire.
The swords commonly used by ordinary adventurers are not even worth 1 gold. The total equipment of each of the adventurers who are currently confronting Henry and his group probably does not cost more than 3 gold coins.
The improvement brought by investing in high-quality equipment is extremely huge.
One of the two mercenaries who ran straight towards the Luoan girl was holding a half-sword and the other was in a sword-and-shield configuration. When the man with the sword and shield saw her stopping sideways, he opened his hands vigorously to make himself look even more... Huge, and at the same time, the mouth kept making "Wow! Wow!" sounds.
Mira judged from this action that these people had experience facing horseback riders, but their intimidation tactics might be useful for cheap pack horses, but Mitya was not moved at all.
The tall and muscular body of the unicorn is enough to dwarf most pack horses and even war horses. In fact, the two mercenaries were a little unsure after seeing the appearance clearly, but creatures like humans will always be able to survive under extreme conditions. Give yourself some imaginary "advantages" to boost your confidence when things go wrong.
When we meet on a narrow road, the brave wins.
There is nothing to hesitate, we are two experienced adventurers in their prime, and the other side is just a little girl riding a good horse, go!
After a brief psychological struggle, the two longest weapons were only 120 centimeters, and they had the disadvantage of being low ground. Together, they were less than half the weight of Mitya's green-label mercenaries.
He charged towards Mira, who was riding a horse with a 1.5-meter sword and had the advantage of high ground.
The two couldn't even agree on the pace. The shield holder didn't dare to put away the shield because the shield hindered his steps and he was wary of Lu Lu's bow and arrow. The reason was that he was half a beat slower than the mercenary who wielded half a sword.
"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" The girl was waiting for work, controlling Mediya to tilt her body. Although the horse was more maneuverable, its turning radius was much higher than that of the infantry. With the sword in her right hand, she had no ability to attack the left side.
It would really be difficult if the two opponents cooperated and had long weapons to attack her from both sides. But at this moment, the opponent was running at the speed of infantry and reversed the charge route. She only needed to make Mithiya turn sideways and attack her at a right angle. You can have sufficient attack distance in the direction where the two people are.
"Haha!" His attention was all on Mira and he didn't notice that the half-hand sword mercenary who was not followed by his teammates yelled and stabbed towards her waist and abdomen, but he faced the mercenary's body at a right angle. Mitya kicked forward and perfectly missed the opponent's attack, while Mira wielded the sword with one hand.
"Pacha——" The strong sword made of the same material as Kramer hit hard on the back of the neck directly from a high position. The sword fell to the ground in vain, followed by his knees. The mercenary fell to the ground.
Blood spurted out from the thick carotid artery at the smooth neck gap, staining the ground red and reflecting the clouds in the sky.
Scream, charge, miss, kill, all in one go.
The mercenary holding the sword and shield was stunned.
He didn't expect that his companions couldn't even buy time to wait for him to come over, and were instantly killed as soon as they met him.
And after looking at the blood and corpse after killing him with one blow, the little girl on the horse didn't show any signs of panic with her hands trembling.
He finally realized the gap between himself and his opponent.
In other words, she not only has a good horse, but also a good sword!
He panicked, and the first thing he wanted to do after realizing the level difference was to call his companions, but it was at this time that he turned around and saw the even more miserable situation of his companions on the other side.
The ax-wielding Bei Lao, who was trying to overcome the bleeding and pain with anger, saw that the sage's attention was attracted by the werewolf in front of him, and he strode towards him with his ax raised.
Based on the crazy idea that the werewolf could find a way to kill these rich old men later, he decided to deal with Henry first.
So when the sage took steps towards the werewolf, he swung his ax from the side and aimed directly at his head and shoulders.
His level is considered to be the highest among this group of mercenaries, but that is only because he has the advantage of being taller, stronger and more powerful than the northerners.
Barbarians who have no vision can still pose a threat even if they have no strength. If those with better equipment and more experience are not careful enough, they may be attacked and killed by surprise. But when they preemptively fired crossbows in the dark but were blocked by the sage who instantly drew his sword, the wisest decision for these people would have been to retreat on the spot.
This is not an opponent they can afford.
It's a pity that they won't be able to use this experience until their next life.
The ax missed and half of the ax blade was embedded in the mud.
He wanted to pull it out, but the foot that stepped on it like a dragonfly touching water made him blush and try his best to not move.
The place where the arrow was stuck in the soft linen armor on his back was stained red by the blood that oozed out from the force of the wound. The pain made him sober up. Bei Lao finally remembered that he still had a small ax on his waist. He did it in front of Henry. He let go of one hand and touched it, and the sage threw the sword to his left hand, and punched him hard on the Adam's apple with his free right hand.
"Uh-huh -" The one-handed ax that was half pulled out of the belt slipped to the ground due to the movement. Bei Lao, who felt difficulty breathing and his eyes were bulging, covered his throat with both hands, while Henry raised his foot holding the two-handed ax and kicked it. His crotch.
"Well -" Beilao, who was having difficulty breathing due to the huge pain, rolled out from the right side in circles, while the sage always held the sword in his left hand to deter the werewolves in the distance during the entire process.
He only moved a step, punched and kicked.
Without losing his breath or changing his position, he put down an axe-man named Danlasso, who had already lost several lives to his men, to the ground and struggled to breathe.
The remaining mercenaries already understood their situation.
But despite this, they have no intention of laying down their weapons.
Because although the guy with the big sword is very strong, so are the werewolves. As long as they can fight, there will definitely be a chance.
These women, these expensive belongings on them, those swords and horses of extraordinary quality - those will all be theirs.
So they did another thing, a stupid thing.
Of the 9 mercenaries, 2 were injured and 2 died, only 5 were left with combat effectiveness. Except for 1 on Mira's end, the other 4 were located behind the werewolf near the cabin.
And these people looked at the appearance of the werewolf, and actually used the method that the sword and shield mercenary tried to deal with Mitya before, slapping the shield hard and making a roaring sound in an attempt to intimidate and drive him away.
They wanted to drive him in the direction of Henry, hoping that by driving him away like a wild beast, he would be afraid and come to fight with the sage.
But orcs are not beasts, they have minds equal to humans.
And this kind of approach to dealing with wild dogs is tantamount to an insult to him.
So he turned around and closed the distance in the blink of an eye.
The mercenary didn't even have time to put his shield back on defense before he was stabbed into the abdomen by a powerful claw. Then with a "tear" sound, the strong soft armor was torn apart along with the skin and flesh, and the soft intestines were pulled with brute force. His lower body spilled out like a ribbon thrown out during a dance, and the werewolf clinging to the ground grabbed another mercenary's ankle, broke it, and used him as a blunt instrument to throw the other two down.
The four of them were still holding weapons in their hands. The heartbroken mercenary even pulled out a dagger and stabbed him twice before he died and fought back. But he moved indifferently against those shining blades, relying on the defensive power of his fur and the astonishing recovery ability of the orcs to ignore these minor attacks.
The mercenary who was hit with a blunt object and his brains were flying around beat the other two until they were stunned. The werewolf withstood the attack and mercilessly trampled the throats and backs of the two mercenaries who were still alive, and then used His bloodshot eyes stared at the crossbow-wielding mercenary shivering in the back corner.
"I, I didn't attack, I didn't, I didn't!!" The crossbow-wielding mercenary, who was covering his wound with a pale face, screamed and fled towards the forest on his hands and knees, while the werewolf standing in a pool of blood looked back. He looked at Henry and bared his teeth.
The last remaining mercenary on Mira's side turned pale. He felt some warmth on the side of his face and turned around. Mitya, who was breathing out, had already arrived in front of him.
The Luoan girl put her sword on his neck.
"Amas Predida, Levantala Mannotto (throw down your weapons, raise your hands)." The accented Lamani language made him feel like he was falling into an ice cave, although the content was beautiful.
"Clang-frame!" The mercenary dropped his one-handed sword and shield, and knelt on the ground with his hands raised.
The werewolf on the other side faced Henry with blood all over his body. He looked at him with provocative and proud eyes, as if to say, "Look, I killed more and faster than you."—— Henry's failure to take action when he attacked the mercenary was not out of chivalry, but because the werewolf's current behavior was not enough for him to discern the other party's behavior.
If you know yourself and your enemy, you will never be in danger. If you can take advantage of the opponent's opportunity to kill other enemies to observe carefully, then you will know how to respond when it is your turn to fight.
And what information has this werewolf given him so far?
Young and immature, over-reliant on his own physical abilities, arrogant and easily provoked.
Like a capable but spoiled child.
Or maybe this is the truth?
Orcs are the biological embodiment of a chimera of souls. Their state is not constant. When their characteristics are at their weakest, they resemble a human with animal ears. As the characteristics of the beast become more obvious, their combat effectiveness will soar, but their sanity will also decrease.
But this kind of mutation cannot go beyond the level of the individual itself - in layman's terms, a 50-kilogram human will not suddenly gain weight to 200 kilograms after becoming an orc.
In fact, the exiled orcs gathered in the orc dominions in the far west are basically known for their short stature, thinness and fierce temperament. However, a man like this, who is two meters tall and has strong muscles, seems to remain calm even though his animal transformation characteristics are obvious. Orc——
There is no way any farmer could have given birth to her and then abandoned her with tears in her eyes and left her to grow up naturally in the mountains and forests.
The clues connected.
In fact, many things can be easily understood by organizing them in chronological order.
There are strange traces of the hunter's cabin. The local baron of Chester refused to conquer and instead issued high-priced tasks to attract adventurers - and these adventurers were marginalized members of the old guild who were not recognized by the public.
A quiet place where locals won't go, a good place for killing people and selling goods.
"This is it." The sage looked directly into the opponent's golden eyes with his gray-blue eyes and said word by word.
"Did your parents set up a hunting ground for you?"
"You have grown so big but you still have to rely on your parents for help. You are really a mommy's boy." His remarks, which stunned his companions and even the mercenary who was tied up by Mira, came from his mouth in a calm but full of mocking tone. spit it out, and then everyone looked at the tall and strong black-haired werewolf, all the hair on his body stood up due to extreme anger.
"Shut up!" He replied in a voice mixed with filial piety: "I'm very good. I killed them all. I killed more than you!"
The outstretched back claws dug deeply into the mud and he disappeared in an instant. The werewolf on all fours clung to the ground and closed the distance between the two at a very high speed. Following the same pattern, he stretched out his claws and stabbed Henry in the side.
"Click -" The hardened horny claws hit the dwarf's tempered plate armor and broke the tip, and the sage turned around on his heels so that his claws continued to move forward. Then he squatted down and used his left hand to He clamped the werewolf's forearm under his armpit and twisted his waist hard.
"Click!" "Howl ah ah ah ah!" The werewolf whose joints were twisted let out a huge cry of pain. Although its powerful recovery ability can make the groundbreaking wounds grow quickly, it cannot automatically restore the dislocated and dislocated bones.
"Don't rely too much on regeneration."
In pain, the werewolf's left paw instinctively swung in Henry's direction to counterattack, but the sage seemed to have foreseen all this and raised Klemmer's blade to intercept its swing trajectory.
"Qiang——" Four thick, hairy fingers flew out and landed on the ground.
The werewolf was on all fours, but his left and right hands were injured one after another. The werewolf was in pain and unbalanced. The sage let go of the twisted right arm of the werewolf and stepped forward with his right foot to step on him. Only his thumb was left. His left hand raised his left foot and hit his knee hard. The werewolf's chin was followed by a fist with his left hand and another hand using Kramer's weighted ball to hit his eye socket hard from left to right.
Blood flowed and his eyes were blind.
However, the wound began to recover almost in an instant, but Henry's attack was not over yet. He used his big sword to scratch the werewolf's cheek.
The unparalleled sharp blade cut through the thick fur with astonishing defense and severed the enlarged masseter muscle connecting the jaw and the side of the face. The werewolf, whose eyesight had not yet recovered, could not react to do anything useful, so the sage He inserted his fingers into the wound and then used the sword guard to hold his upper lip while pushing upwards and tearing it off.
"Cracking - tearing -" The scene was so cruel that even the other people watching the battle couldn't bear to look at it. Henry, having lost his mouth and right hand, held the sword in his backhand and tilted the tip of Kramer's indestructible sword from The left side was stabbed below the clavicle, and then pried upwards with force.
"Kacha——" His left hand also drooped, making it difficult to lift it up.
"Ah - ah hiss -"
"Peng——!" The cruel and powerful black-haired werewolf collapsed to the ground.
"...Ao Tong, Bama, Ao Tong." With tears in his eyes, he muttered hesitantly.
"We're done, let's get ready to go back and collect our 100 gold coins." The sage clapped his hands and shook off the werewolf saliva and blood.
shrugged.
