Wizard Immortal

Chapter 13 Orcs

In the early morning, the sun rose again outside.

Under the sunlight, Adir rode a horse, accompanied by a few men, and quietly surveyed the surrounding area.

After a while, he led his men back to the encampment and saw the soldiers gathered there.

He frowned instinctively, stopped a passerby, and asked him what was going on.

"Someone from the front has returned. It is said that they have discovered traces of orcs. Lord Fular is gathering warriors to prepare to go there and suppress them." The soldier respectfully finished recounting what he knew before hurriedly leaving.

Adir was taken aback and turned to look ahead.

The fighting force in the camp has been basically mobilized. This includes not only the elite troops that Fular brought from the castle, but also some apprentice knights who were originally stationed here.

Some soldiers were returning from outside, including those like Adir who had been sent to patrol and garrison the surrounding area some time ago. They were returning intermittently.

Seeing this, Adir sighed inwardly and, without much hesitation, rode his horse forward.

He saw Fular standing ahead, inspecting the troops. He was still wearing that light black armor and looked as imposing as ever.

Seemingly sensing Adir's gaze, the other turned around midway, looked in Adir's direction, and nodded slightly to him.

Looking around, Adir consciously walked to the queue on the side, where all the other trainee knights were standing.

He glanced around and saw that Dill was inside, his face more serious than ever before, not daring to relax in the slightest.

After some time had passed, and when most of the recalled personnel had returned to their posts, Fular began to assign teams.

This mission is to suppress the orcs. Based on the information we have so far, these orcs are quite strong, so we will definitely need to send a large part of our forces there.

However, the camp cannot be left unguarded. During the time away, someone must remain to guard it and prevent northern bandits and savages from entering the southern territory.

Of course, these things were actually none of Adir's business.

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Several days later, in a desolate wilderness, Adir quietly followed the troops ahead, gradually advancing forward.

"After walking this road for another half a day, we will reach that area."

Upon reaching this area, looking at the group behind him, Fular suddenly spoke up: "Tell our men to speed up. We must get there by today."

At a command, the marching speed increased again.

But seeing this situation, Adir frowned.

Leading a team at such a rapid pace in an unknown location is extremely physically demanding, and could easily lead to setbacks if something unexpected happens.

The entire force was not entirely composed of cavalry; most of the soldiers were actually on foot.

In this world, although the physical fitness of warriors is much stronger than that of people in the previous life, they will still feel tired after walking under the sun for such a long time.

With his keen hearing, Adir could faintly hear heavy breathing coming from the surrounding warriors.

"I hope nothing unexpected happens," he thought to himself as he rode his horse, looking at the rugged road ahead.

After passing through this area, around noon, we arrived at the foot of a mountain, where the surroundings suddenly became quiet.

This unusual situation attracted everyone's attention.

Fular, riding a tall white horse, surveyed the surrounding terrain and asked with some doubt, "Where are the men we sent out to scout? Haven't they returned yet?"

"Not yet." A voice responded from behind, its tone also tinged with doubt.

Upon hearing this, Fular frowned instinctively, his lips parted as if he wanted to say something.

Whoosh!

Just then, a strange voice suddenly rang out.

Adir's eyes narrowed sharply; the sound was incredibly familiar: "That's... the sound of an arrow piercing the air?"

The thought flashed through his mind in an instant, and he instinctively raised his head, seeing the arrows in the sky.

Strong physical fitness and the instincts honed through long-term training came into play immediately.

Before anyone else could react, Adir instinctively grabbed a shield hanging on his horse, then pushed off with his feet and leaped back to the ground in an instant.

He swung his left hand forward sharply, deflecting several arrows with the shield he was holding, before he could even look around.

The horse that had been sitting was gone, its body riddled with arrows, and it lay on the ground howling in agony.

The same applies to others.

The trainee knights were alright; although they were given special attention, their own abilities were much stronger, and their reaction speed was quite good. Only a few unlucky ones were hit.

The ordinary soldiers fared much worse.

Compared to trainee knights, these ordinary warriors not only reacted much slower, but their equipment was also much worse. Some warriors didn't even have a set of rough leather armor. Once hit, their fate would be very miserable.

Adir noticed that the arrowheads had a distinct pale green tinge, suggesting they had likely been soaked in some kind of poison.

At the very front of the group, Fular stood with a cold expression, his longsword already drawn, his imposing eyes fixed intently ahead.

A muffled sound suddenly rang out from the previously quiet area.

Ahead, in the silent forest, a group of orcs, dressed in simple animal skin robes, with ferocious faces and standing about two meters tall, emerged, each exuding an aura of bloodlust and rage.

Compared to humans, these orcs have gray skin, are much stronger, and generally carry heavy weapons, making them quite intimidating.

"S... La... Meng".

Unexplained roars came from the mouths of these orcs.

Without any further words or communication, at the very beginning of their encounter, these orcs raised their weapons and charged forward fiercely.

The ground ahead was shaking violently. The orcs were very direct, launching an attack before Adir and the others could react, giving them no time to prepare.

Immediately, almost all the warriors, including Fular, changed color.

"Something's not right!" In that instant, Adir's heart jolted: "So many orcs, it's practically a small orc tribe, how could they have come here without any prior warning?"

Orcs have a different social structure than humans. They are mostly composed of tribes that only unite when necessary.

Excluding the elderly, women, children, and females, a normal orc tribe typically has only a few hundred warriors who are truly capable of fighting.

Before Adir stood at least three or four hundred orc warriors, densely packed together.

Before they could think too much, the orcs in front of them roared in a language that Adir couldn't understand and charged towards them, brandishing their weapons.

Faced with this situation, no matter what they thought before, they could only draw their weapons and fight these orcs.

It was clear that Adir's apprentice knights were being given special attention by these orcs.

Compared to ordinary warriors, these apprentice knights are much more threatening, and their armor and weapons are often better and more conspicuous than those of ordinary warriors.

Even though Adir, who appeared relatively frail among these apprentice knights due to his age, was surrounded by several tall orc warriors who were staring at him with ferocious expressions.

As the orc warriors returned before him, Adir remained expressionless. He held a silver shield a meter long and wide in his left hand, while his right hand reached for the cross-shaped sword at his waist.

click!

A crisp shattering sound rang out, followed by a streak of red blood.

Before Adir, the tall orc warrior stared intently at him, seemingly unable to believe that he would be defeated so quickly.

A massive metal battle axe slammed down towards Adir, but was blocked by a silver shield.

Adir felt the power coming from the shield in his left hand, and his previously tense mood completely calmed down.

These orcs appeared to be physically strong and powerful, and in fact they were, but they were still inferior to Adir.

Adir estimated that these ordinary orc warriors had a strength of around 1.5, and their agility and physique were slightly better than ordinary people. In terms of physical attributes, they were fully comparable to elite human warriors, but they were inferior to apprentice knights, let alone Adir.

A flash of cold light streaked through the air, and with a powerful swing, a massive orc's head flew off.

Adir turned around and, without hesitation, slashed down with his sword several times, blocking the attacks of the other orcs beside him.

He charged forward, and the orcs in front of him didn't even have time to react. They remained in their original positions as his cross-shaped sword pierced their chests, causing them to fall to the ground behind them.

Roar! !

A low growl came from behind Adir, and the whistling sound of weapons flashing rapidly reached Adir's ears.

He instinctively raised his left hand to block, and the shield he was holding collided with a greatsword.

bump!!

A violent impact rang out, and a powerful force surged towards the body.

Adir felt a sudden soreness in his hand and took several steps back before looking behind him.

It was an orc warrior whose stature was far greater than that of an ordinary orc. Not only was he nearly two and a half meters tall, but he was also wearing a rough leather armor. He was kneeling on the ground, seemingly having suffered some damage in the collision.

These are orc warriors, some of the most physically powerful individuals among the orcs, whose combat strength is equivalent to that of a novice knight.

Seemingly because Adir's previous performance was too outstanding, several orc warriors carrying weapons slowly surrounded him.

(End of this chapter)