Chapter 450: Repel

A single bullet ended Gunther's charge.

The bullet struck his left arm, the arm holding the shield.

Now he knew that not even his own metal shield could stop that evil wand.

At the moment of being hit, although I felt pain, it was not the severe pain I expected.

He only felt a huge impact force entering his body, as if someone had hit him hard with a sledgehammer, followed by a feeling of numbness.

However, after a few breaths, a strong burning sensation came from his left arm, and the pain began to intensify suddenly, as if a wasp was constantly biting his arm, seemingly without end.

Gunther resisted the severe pain and tried to raise his arm, but then it seemed as if the arm was disconnected from his body, feeling empty and unable to exert any strength.

The shield had already fallen from his hands and fell to the ground, and his body also made a clang. He lost his balance and fell down, rolling down the hillside.

"Lord Gunther!"

Seeing that the young master was injured, the orcs who were still intact no longer cared about dealing with humans, and rushed over to rescue Gunther.

Matthew held up his musket, endured the choking smell of smoke, and took a deep breath.

It was obvious that he was very lucky to have shot a big shot.

He couldn't help but kiss the musket in his hand. Sure enough, the fire rate of the matchlock gun was stable. If they were carrying a flintlock gun, the terrible misfire rate would definitely drive him crazy! No, maybe the orcs would rush up and hack him to death before he went crazy.

I also want to thank the good weather today, it didn’t rain.

The pressure on the human position was lightened. Several orcs broke through the obstacles and jumped into the trench (let's call it that for the time being). They were killed with swords by the members of the exploration team who had a numerical advantage.

The orcs were really strong, even in their death struggle, many people were injured. They closed their eyes and shot out terrifying and ferocious gazes.

The orcs who gave up the attack at the bottom of the hillside dragged their still-breathing companions and angrily ran away until they disappeared into the dense forest from where they came.

"Victory! We have won!"

"We actually defeated the orcs!"

Huge cheers erupted in the "trench."

These orcs, which were once described by humans in exaggerated terms, were used by the old ladies in the northwest bay to scare their grandchildren who would not sleep well, but they were defeated in their hands.

The team members went out of the shallow depression to check on the killed orcs. Their guide, the dwarf Emaar, came to help enthusiastically. If he encountered someone who was still weakly breathing, he would decisively end their suffering with a knife.

They found a total of 18 orc corpses, 10 of them were only wrapped in animal skins, 6 were wearing armor made of bones, and only 2 were wearing chain mail and scale armor.

"Their iron smelting technology is not very good? So metal is very precious in the orc tribe."

Emaar explains.

"Of course, even if they are all wearing metal armor, they probably won't have any effect in front of your wands."

At this time, the dwarves had completely given up on plundering human property.

Now he was thinking about how to lead mankind down another hidden road, which was now a dead end. Alas, what reason should I come up with to explain this?

How about sneaking away while they are sleeping? No, there is still a bag of silver coins waiting for me.

Gunther's idiot who underestimated the enemy had already cost him a lot of wealth, so he couldn't lose even this bag of silver coins.

As the members of the exploration team cleaned the battlefield and treated wounds, the sun gradually set and night fell quietly.

People set up tents and lit bonfires. Unfortunately, three of their reindeer were lost in the battle.

The dwarf Emaar traces a path on the ground with branches in front of Stamford.

"Human, I think we should go another route."

Stanford: "Why?"

"I'm afraid that if we continue walking along this line, we may encounter other ambushed orcs on the road. These damn barbarians have actually broken into the sacred territory of our dwarves. The mountains are no longer safe."

After the day's battle, the dwarves spoke to them much more kindly.

"Are you saying that the orcs in the forest have begun to invade Rocky Mountain?"

"It's entirely possible, but we don't know whether it's a large-scale invasion or a small-scale harassment."

"So other routes may not be safe, and there may be orcs coming out."

"But it's still less likely than the current road where orcs have appeared."

Stanford rubbed his chin and said, "Let me think about it."

He always felt that there was something strange about today's attack.

At this time, he heard someone yelling. When he looked up, he was so frightened that his whole body went cold.

Dots of fire appeared from a distance, getting more and more, getting closer and closer.

"Are they the orcs? Their large army is coming. We should move early."

Stanford regretted it, how could he forget this.

"Wait! That's..." the dwarf Emaar yelled.

"That's not an orc! It's a dwarf, a dwarf from the Hammer clan. Human, listen carefully..."

There is no mistake in every song, one post, one content, one 6 one, one book, one book, take a look!

Yimar rolled his eyes and had an idea. He said to Stanford in a quick tone: "If you want to cross the mountain safely, you must explain to them what I said."

"Just say that I - a dwarf - was chased by orcs, and you rescued me after passing by. And then you asked like this..."

"This...can this be fooled?"

"Hey, aren't the eighteen corpses next to them proof?"

Stanford scratched his head, "Okay, I'll tell you later. But your fellow tribesmen won't fight us right away, right?"

Imar patted his chest, "Don't worry, you are just on the periphery, and haven't really entered the Rocky Mountains yet. We dwarves are not a bloodthirsty race...most of them."

...

"Imar! It's you, bastard!"

The leading dwarf recognized Imar, and Stanford also recognized him. He was the first dwarf who rejected him in the Blood Bull Tribe.

"Oh! My dear brother, I was almost torn to pieces by dozens of orc barbarians. How did you find this place?"

Barash said seriously: "The rangers heard the roars and strange sounds of orcs nearby in the afternoon. Are there orcs running here?"

"Yes! A large group!" Imar waved his hands exaggeratedly.

"Countless orcs emerged from the dense forest like a tide. Fortunately, my axe is not a vegetarian, and these passing humans also helped a little."

"Then how did you get here? This road..."

Imaar covered Barash's mouth, glanced at Stanford and saw nothing unusual, then whispered in Barash's ear: "I can't lead them to the right path, right? I am a hero of the Hammer Clan, and I will be rewarded with several jars of fine wine when I go back."

Barash ignored Imaar's boasting and turned to look at Stanford.

"Human, why are you here?"

"Uh..."

"Crossing the Rocky Mountains, right? I remember you were looking for guides all over the world in the Blood Bull Tribe."

"I admit it."

Barash did not continue to interrogate, but went to examine the orc's body. There was indeed a fierce battle here.

Stanford said, "I hope you can give us some advice on our way back home."

The dwarf hesitated for a moment and said, "Okay! After all, you saved my people, and he is still my relative. But we still need the consent of the clan leader."

Stanford was ecstatic, there was hope.