Necromancer, summoning 055? What the heck?

Chapter 39 Orc Wolf Riders

It should be said that Peiwen has made the most correct battlefield decision. The Cloud Mist Territory's guard only has twenty-four men, and one of them has already been lost on the hilltop. The remaining three cavalrymen are of no use against the enemy's cavalry. Therefore, this battle is a fight with fewer men against more men, and infantry against cavalry.

Using the range to take out as many opponents as possible might buy some space for retreat.

Peiwen could see clearly that the opponent was a medium-armored cavalryman wearing half-body armor, with even his dire wolves wearing head and breastplates; it was impossible to penetrate them without a fully drawn bow.

The guards selected to serve as the princess's bodyguards were all elite soldiers chosen from among the best in the territory. Before Peiwen gave the order, they had already set up their weapons. The first volley of arrows also achieved good results, with at least six wolf riders falling off their mounts during the charge.

Then came the second round. In this round, because the distance was closer, the shooting effect was maximized, and the opponent lost at least a dozen more cavalrymen.

But that's where it ends.

The wolf riders' javelins whistled through the air.

Accompanied by a low, strange whistle, a dense swarm of short-handled javelins came rushing in like a bee swarm.

Orcs dislike using bows but have a strong preference for heavy ranged weapons like javelins. This time, the orcs threw javelins specifically designed to attack infantry formations.

These weapons, about half a meter long, with wooden shafts and iron tips, and unique notches and cavities carved into the spearheads, can suck in air along their flight path, emitting a piercing whistle-like sound.

This was a full-scale attack on the enemy; spears flew from the orcs' thick arms, carrying powerful momentum as they pierced into the human's lines.

This is where the purpose of Pevin's request to spread out the formation became clear. If they had stayed together like in a conventional defense, this wave of spear throwers would have wiped them out.

However, despite having already formed a defensive formation, the guard lost a third of its fighting strength in this volley of spears.

Seizing the last window of opportunity, both sides exchanged fire once again, with javelins and arrows flying through the air, weaving a web of death!
The warriors of Cloud Mist Territory won in battle but lost on the battlefield.

Captain Peiwen's heart sank as if into an ice cave, into an abyss of despair—the orcs' attacks deliberately avoided the magnificent carriages in the center!
These dark-skinned beasts never knew the meaning of showing mercy. They usually tore their prey to shreds and swallowed it like a pack of hyenas. When they raided human territory, they never showed even the slightest respect to human nobles.

The fact that the opponent's spears are deliberately avoiding the chariot formation can only mean one thing.

"They know who we are!"

"They're here specifically for Princess Liushuang!"

"In fact, they have a high-ranking inside agent in the Xiyue Federation."

Wolf riders are indeed very effective in assaults. They can traverse mountains and jungles, crush warhorses in short bursts, and the mounts can directly participate in the battle. Human knights of the same rank are almost always crushed by orc wolf riders.

However, there are pros and cons. This thing has a major drawback: dire wolves eat meat, and in most cases, they only eat fresh meat.

Unless they are starving to the point of death, they will not even touch rotten meat, let alone other vegetarian food.

Meat is not only expensive, but fresh meat is also difficult to store for long periods of time, which puts an enormous strain on logistics. Even the Sky Dome Dynasty, which boasts 100,000 iron cavalry, completely abandoned the idea of ​​building wolf cavalry squadrons after a brief period of experimentation.

Wolf riders suffer astonishing losses in long-distance, cross-border warfare.

Now, a clearly superior orc wolf rider force has crossed mountains and valleys into the Creek Moon Federation, launching an attack on our caravan. If their sole purpose is to plunder, they will show no mercy. From the start, Peiwen shielded Princess Liushuang to his flank and rear, preventing her from being the target of a concentrated attack inside the carriage.

Now that the enemy is clearly telling him that they have a clear objective, this could not be an accidental encounter, but a carefully laid trap.

In this situation, the head guard didn't even dare to take charge of the interception himself, and let Princess Liushuang retreat first, since they had no idea whether there were any enemies outside, or how many there were.

We have no choice but to fight to the death here!

Looking at the little princess, whose face was slightly pale, clutching a knight's sword that shimmered with light, Peiwen pounded his chest and made a gesture to Master Locke, who was standing beside the girl.

A beam of shimmering white light rippled from the captain of the guard. The golden-scaled warrior roared and charged forward at top speed, slashing out with his greatsword and cleaving the orc wolf rider and his wolf in two.

A spray of blood mist appeared in the air.

Close combat has begun.

In terms of strength, the guards were all elite warriors selected from thousands of soldiers, but how could the orc cavalry, capable of crossing borders, be rookies? After only a few minutes of fighting, the defensive line collapsed completely under the opponent's superior forces.

The dire wolf's sharp teeth tore open the throat of yet another guard, staining his bluish-gray fur with a large patch of bright red, making him look particularly ferocious. At this moment, the battlefield was divided into two parts. One part was where the last two guards, a guide mercenary, four maids, Lady Linda, Master Locke, and Princess Liushuang were clustered together, forming a small back-to-back position.

A dozen or so wolf riders hovered around them, neither attacking nor closing in.

Both orcs and humans understood that this position could be won with a single volley of spears or a single charge; they were confident of victory and awaited their leader's command.

Meanwhile, Captain Pevin was still launching a frenzied assault on the orcish ranks.

Upon discovering that the orcs had not intended to kill the princess, the captain of the guards launched a counter-charge, pulling the battlefield away while simultaneously killing as many enemies as possible, seeking even the slightest possibility of turning the tide.

His target was the orc leader, who remained stationed on the hillside, riding a giant black wolf, clad in heavy armor, with his face hidden beneath a helmet.

Orcs admire strength, and of course, humans are the same. However, among orcs, the role of the leader is particularly prominent, and there are countless examples of a tribe collapsing due to the death of a chieftain.

Perhaps it's because the wild genes in my bones haven't completely disappeared.

The fourth-tier swordsman's eyes were bloodshot, and he swung his weapon wildly, completely abandoning defense. The howls of the dire wolves, the roars of the orcs, and the clash of weapons became indistinct background noise in his ears.

The two-handed greatsword was like a whirlwind of death, each swing carrying the determination to perish together with the enemy. Master Locke's shimmering white healing aura enveloped him, barely suppressing the bleeding from his ever-growing wounds. By charging forward at the cost of his own life, Peiwen finally reached the foot of the hill after taking down six or seven wolf riders and their giant wolves.

Just as Peiwen was about to step onto the hillside, a dark shadow carrying a foul stench suddenly pounced from the side! It was an orc lieutenant!
This orc lieutenant was much taller and larger than the average wolf rider, and his direwolves were far more powerful. He wielded a heavy steel warhammer, and his timing was impeccable. The warhammer, with the force of a mountain crashing down, slammed into the path of Peven's charge.

"clang!"

A deafening clang of metal rang out! Pevin's greatsword and warhammer clashed violently, sparks flying everywhere.

(End of this chapter)