The blue sky was cloudless, and the yellow-orange sunlight poured on the wildly swaying bushes and overgrown weeds, reflecting the slightly dignified faces.

The ranger Ashmore sat on the yellow grass, his animal companion, the half-blood Winter Wolf, crawling beside him, licking the wounds left by the Warg on his forelegs with his cold tongue.

Ashmo inserted his double swords on the ground, took out the black medical leather bag from his bosom, carefully smeared the green ointment in the medical bag on the wound of the mixed-blood winter wolf, and gently wrapped it with a bandage. He whimpered, stroking its dirty hair.

Cursed Swordsman Yas glanced disdainfully at several corpses of Hobgoblins on the ground that had been killed by flames and lightning, and then spit at them.

Then he took out a bottle of unknown green potion from his pocket, unscrewed the cork and drank it, and immediately sat on the ground, gently stroking the rune sword in his hand, accompanied by the surging of magic spells. , the magic rune on the long sword is looming under the sunlight.

The orc Juggernaut with a slightly undulating chest subconsciously took the steel long sword handed over by Thorne, watched Thorne walk towards the back of the orc leader Sann, and bowed slightly to him with his left hand on his chest, expressing his gratitude.

Immediately after that, he sat cross-legged on the ground, inserted the steel long sword in front of him, and breathed an almost invisible breath from his mouth, and his undulating chest gradually returned to calm.

"We met again, Chief Sarn." Thorne walked to the leader of the orcs, glanced at the ragged orc players behind him, and extended his right hand to greet him.

After finishing speaking, the corner of his eye glanced carefully, and found that there were about 220 orc players in this group, almost all of them were dressed in broken coarse linen clothes, holding rough weapons and sharpened wooden sticks, like a group of people who traveled thousands of miles. refugees.

The only difference from the refugees was that, apart from the confused color in their blood-red pupils, their physical condition was not bad. Even the cold air of the emerald field could not blow down their burly bodies. There were only five or six orcs on their bodies. There are obvious injuries, like being injured by some kind of beast's claws.

"It's great to see you here again." Seeing the familiar appearance of the person who came, the leader of Sann couldn't help but feel a little excited. He immediately stretched out his broad palm and shook it with Thorne, and sighed involuntarily.

"Okay, now it's not time for us to reminisce." Thorne withdrew his right hand, interrupting what Sane was about to say, and said solemnly:

"What we just killed was just the scout team of the Hobgoblin tribe. They had already notified the situation here before the battle. The Hobgoblin reinforcements from the Serenity Forest may arrive at any time, so you must bring your tribe with you. People evacuated to Falls as soon as possible."

"You mean that there are still a large number of hobgoblins hidden in this forest?" Saen was surprised when he heard the words, and he pointed to the dense jungle not far away and asked subconsciously.

As for the characteristics of the hobgoblin group, these orc players born in the northern wasteland are naturally very clear. If they are really captured by the hobgoblins, they will be greeted by exhausted slave life. In this case, everyone does not want to see each other again. arrived.

"That's right." Thorne nodded, then looked around, pondered for a moment, turned to look at Ashmo who was sitting on the ground to comfort his animal companion and said, "Ashmo, come here."

Ashmore noticed Thorne's dignified expression, did not dare to neglect, immediately got up and walked over, looking at Thorne with doubts in his pale golden eyes.

"It's only about ten kilometers away from Pushang Town. It's obviously too late to call reinforcements. You are familiar with the nearby terrain. I'll give you a task to take this group of orc players to the fastest shortcut and bring them safely to Falls to Town."

After Thorne finished his instructions, he turned to look at San and asked, "Boss San, how many of your players are really capable of fighting?"

After listening to Thorne's instructions to Ashmore, the orc leader Sann immediately guessed Thorne's intention, so he said truthfully: "The main attribute of the orc race is strength, and all players who can survive until now are all A combat professional."

After Saen finished speaking, he hesitated for a while, and continued: "However, you should be very clear about the characteristics of orcs, so their professions are mostly warriors and barbarians. As for the shaman of the caster profession, except for me In addition, the other people are of very low level, and they are of no use at all."

"Let the big army go first, and leave a few people to lead the dwarf reinforcements to other places?" Ashmo had understood the current situation, and interjected in confusion.

"The faction of the Hobgoblin race is lawful and evil. Under the system of militarized management, they have excellent judgment and the ability to be cautious. Whenever they launch an attack, they will take the lead in conducting a thorough reconnaissance on the target of the attack. Identify our strengths and weaknesses, and then deliver targeted lethal strikes."

After analyzing the crowd, Thorne immediately pointed to a few black crows hidden in the bushes at the edge of the forest and said, "Did you see, those crows have locked our trail, and we can't escape at all with our walking ability alone. The pursuit of the wolf-like mounts domesticated by the hobgoblins."

"So you mean that you must leave a group of people behind to buy time for the remaining people to escape, right?" Chief Saen glanced at the crowd behind him and said solemnly.

"This is a no-brainer. We are running out of time. The reinforcements of the hobgoblins will arrive soon. You should make a decision as soon as possible, or you will not be able to escape." Thorne nodded and glanced at The wildly swaying bushes and the faint roar of wild beasts said thoughtfully.

If you want this group of orc players to escape the pursuit of the hobgoblins, it is the most sensible choice to leave half of them to break off, so that at least the other half can be saved. For this difficult situation, even Thorne himself can't think of anything else. Good way.

"Sacrificing half of the people, surviving half of the people." The leader of Sarn clenched his fists and whispered to himself, and finally said slowly: "I'm sorry, Mr. Thorne, I'm not a decisive person, this kind of difficult decision I Really can't do it, so please take them with you, I will stay here alone to buy time for you."

"Why are you doing this?" Thorne heard the words, sighed slightly, and immediately instructed Ashmo: "Let these orc players go to Waterfall Town as soon as possible, and this Sarn leader and I will stay here to fight for you. escape time."

Since the orc leader is unwilling to sacrifice a group of people to break the queen, the most effective way is to see how long the two of them can hold off the reinforcements of the hobgoblins.

This is their own choice. They would rather risk sacrificing everyone than let half of them stay behind. For this kind of tricky persuasion, Thorne can only go so far. Whether they are willing or not is their own business. .

The only thing he can do is to use his own strength to try to hold back the ghoul reinforcements as long as possible.

As for the safety of his own life, he is not very worried. With his own mobility, it is easy to escape the tracking of the hobgoblins.

Then, under the explanation of the leaders of Thorne and Sarn, many of the more than 200 orc players who understood the cause and effect immediately jumped out and shouted to stay here with Sarn.

But what surprised Thorne was that these people were all driven away under the patient persuasion of the leader of Sann, and followed Ashmo's footsteps and walked fast in groups towards the town of Falls.

For this approach, Thorne could only be a little helpless and remained silent, because he had no expectations for whether these orc players could reach the waterfall town smoothly. He really didn't understand why the orc leader was so persistent.

"I'll stay, too." The orc swordsman who was sitting cross-legged on the ground stood up and walked in front of Saen, his sharp eyes showing a firm color.

"Kutaig, your future tasks are heavier than mine, so don't follow along." Saen sighed deeply and said slowly to the orc swordsman.

"If you stay here as a physics professional, it won't help you much, let's go with the big army. Although the distance from here to Pushang Town is only about ten kilometers, it is not all smooth sailing. In case the goblin catches up, As a ranger alone, he can't command your brothers at all." Thorne pointed to Ashmo, who was walking at the forefront, and persuaded the orc swordsman.

"Then take care!" A trace of struggle flashed in the blood-red eyes of the Orc Sword Saint Kutaig, and finally he bowed deeply to San, and turned resolutely to follow Ashmo's pace.

"Yas, aren't you going with them?" At this time, Thorne noticed that Yas, the curse swordsman who was still sitting cross-legged on the ground and stored spells with the rune sword, said.

"I'll stay too and try to help them buy some time." Yas glanced at the Serenity Forest, then smiled at Thorne, showing an indifferent look.

In the wilderness, a large group of orc players only walked for a moment under the leadership of Ashmore, and the hobgoblin army of the Serene Forest came out mightily.

Walking in the forefront are the driven goblin slaves, mainly gnolls, lizards and ogres, there are about a hundred of them, followed by the messy goblin kobolds, and the last row is More than one hundred well-equipped Hobgoblin warriors.

On both sides of the team were a large number of goblins and various beasts. The beasts were mainly wolves, dire wolves and dire wolves, and there were even four or five dire apes with sharp claws and sharp fangs.

Hobgoblins have a long history of beast-taming, and like some more civilized races, they are very good at carrying goods and weapons over long distances with cattle and horses, exchanging information with tame crows, and letting vicious wolves guard prisoners and guards Hobgoblin's camp.

Therefore, facing such a luxurious hobgoblin lineup in front of him, Thorne, who was hiding in the dark, had no surprises.

"Zheng!"

Walking at the very center of the team, the goblin commander riding a ferocious wolf pulled out a cold steel long sword, and roared, "Don't let the orcs run away, all the hobgoblin knights will chase after me with all their strength!"

After receiving the order, several Hobgoblin lieutenants in the Hobgoblin warrior group immediately ordered all the Hobgoblin warriors to ride on the Warg that had already been assigned and chase in the direction the beast crowd fled.

Seeing the assembled Hobgoblin knights who were about to catch up, Thorne was about to intercept when his expression suddenly changed. A dangerous energy fluctuation appeared not far away, so he immediately looked up.

A scene that shocked Thorne happened. In the distance, a dark red fireball with a diameter of about one meter jumped with dangerous energy fluctuations, with a hot whistling sound, and suddenly exploded in the just assembled group of goblins. .

"Boom!"

The scorching fire exploded, the high-temperature flames raged everywhere, and the violent impact was accompanied by a rumbling sound that made the whole earth tremble.

Immediately, in the aftermath of the explosion, the stump and the broken arm splashed around with the renovated soil in the wilderness.

Among the more than 100 hobgoblin knights who had assembled, more than 30 died on the spot, and the remaining hobgoblin knights were also hit by a turbulent air wave transformed by the aftermath of the powerful flames, and they were sent flying along with their mounts.

"This fireball is too powerful!" Thorne, who was hiding in the dark, looked at the big pit created by the explosion of the fireball not far away, and couldn't help being shocked.

"The power of this fireball, could it be him? Why did the people of Horn Town appear here?" Yas's expression suddenly changed beside Thorne, and he subconsciously asked a few questions in his heart.

As soon as Yas's voice fell, not far from the smoke from the fireball dissipated, dozens of tall figures appeared.