Orcs, or the orcs, are the exact opposite of beautiful and elegant elves, which are synonymous with ugly and dirty.

Wearing dirty leather armor, an ugly and ferocious face, a hunched and short body, he sat on the gray wolf. Looking around, there were four orcs in the woods approaching this place.

When one of them passed by the wild boar that was bound and struggling, he waved the iron sword in his hand and simply cut off the head of the screaming wild boar, rolling like a ball to contaminate the dead leaves, and exuding a strong smell of blood.

He once "seen" this dark creature in Arethir, which made Charles subconsciously think of the word "half orc", and at the same time he also felt a sense of déjà vu.

And this feeling seemed particularly strong after seeing it with your own eyes at this moment.

But now is not the time to think about it.

Although there are many obstacles in the woods, the speed of the gray wolf's attack seems to be less affected. At the same time, the steps are silent and full of silence when running.

Shire, who was tightly protected in his arms, frowned.

I don't know what will happen in the future, but now, he can only control one shadow for the time being, and he can't control many at the same time.

In other words, when facing these enemies, he can only deal with one at the same time.

At this time, Charles habitually ignored other factors and was thinking according to his previous style.

However, the subsequent development of the situation is destined to exceed his expectations.

...

Seeing the ferocious orcs approaching, Charles hooked his right index finger in his cradle, and saw a wolf running towards him squirting into the footsteps of the wild boar not long ago.

But the short orc on its body turned over on the ground skillfully, then rushed over with an axe.

Three figures of wolves riding around instantly flew past him, faster than him!

Whoosh-!

At this moment, the sound of arrows breaking through the air suddenly sounded in my ears, and a feather arrow suddenly came out from my side and in the blink of an eye, it penetrated into the gap-like left eye of one of the orcs!

The giant wolf under it was still running, but the orcs on it suddenly soared into the air because of the huge force carried by the arrows, so they were staggered for a moment, and then they fell to the ground with a bang!

Less than a second later, another arrow shot out quickly! The targeted orc was guarded against this, but the arrow was still inserted into its neck without any obstacles, splashing out a trace of black blood!

Two enemies were killed in just one or two seconds, but because the distance was too short, the remaining orc cavalry and the two gray ferocious wolf more than one meter high were already rushing to attack!

Faced with this, the female elf Aretil was not afraid, and threw the bow and arrow on the ground, quickly grasping the hilts of the sword from her waist with both hands, then she rolled on the spot, avoiding the orc cavalry's mace, and moved dexterously to the gap area between the two wolfs that were charging towards the two!

At this moment, the weapon she held tightly in her hands was already rolling out of the sheath, holding it horizontally on both sides of her arms, so that the two giant wolves who were charging at a high speed could not defend themselves, because the inertia force was instantly cut open to their soft abdomen by the sharp blade!

With the miserable whimpering, blood splattered, and the two wolves who could not stop the car crashed into the two thick tree trunks behind!

This was just a moment of effort, and the battle situation seemed to have been finalized, but Arethel did not stop moving. Instead, he twisted his waist and threw a short sword in his hand tightly without even looking at it!

puff--!

The time was too short, and the orc cavalry that was the first to charge was clamping the wolf to turn around. However, before it was completed, it was stabbed into the forehead by the sharp hidden weapon that arrived in an instant, and then it twitched all over and fell down from the wolf!

The four orc cavalry came in full force, but in just a few seconds, the third one left. Although the orc who could only run because of the mount being bound by Charles rushed to the vicinity, the female elf gently dodged away by the side. At the same time, the last slender short sword left in her hand was not idle. She simply stabbed into the orc's heart that was passing by side, and then let go decisively.

Accompanied by the dull sound of the sharp weapon penetrated into the body, the power of inertia made the orc with a sword in his chest run a few steps subconsciously, and finally knelt down to the ground with a thud, trembling for a moment, and collapsed dejectedly.

The battle is over.

...

The slight gasp sounded not much, and the Charles in the female elf's arms were stunned by this series of smooth battles.

He thought this encounter would be a very difficult process, but he didn't expect that this cheap mother would be so powerful?

This is not to say that Charles has never seen the market, but the contrast between this person is very large.

In fact, while killing the enemy, the female elf Aritiel protected Charles in her arms very closely. Except for the initial rolling and squeezing, the other actions did not cause any discomfort to Charles at all.

A little surprised, but Arethir was holding him without any pride. Instead, he glanced at the dead orcs around him and his face became quite puzzled.

"Why do these dirty things appear here? How do they break through the defense line?"

She murmured, bent down to take back the scattered weapons on the ground, and stabbed the giant wolf that was still entangled in the shadows to death (the other one was scared away with its tail stomped), turned around and ran quickly towards the house in the forest with Charles.

That's right, the direction of the house.

Although she was still running away from home happily five minutes ago, she had to give up and ignore that kind of thing after being attacked by the orcs at this moment.

Relatively speaking, she was far away from walking out of this forest called South Hermos, but the wooden house in the forest that had just left was closer.

Safer and more concealed.

Of course, if Arethil knew that these orcs were not passing by, but came to find someone specifically, she probably wouldn't think so.

He was speeding all the way, and he was no longer as leisurely as he was when he was rushing on the road. He even tore off the hem because his white skirt was in the way, making the newly-promoted mother's figure seem extremely agile when she shuttled through the woods.

So within half an hour, the two returned to the house.

Then they saw Eor, who had rushed out of the house built under the wooded hills,

The guy nicknamed Dark Elf is now wearing a dark-shaped close-fitting chain mail, covered with a black cloak, and is fully equipped with bows and swords, looking fully armed.

Originally, he ran out with anxiety, but when he collided with Arethir, he was subconsciously stunned.

Arethier was embarrassed about this. After all, her style was really thought-provoking, but she sometimes seemed very smart. With a sudden inspiration, she hurriedly said: "I am afraid of an accident, so I took my child to hide out."

"Then why are you coming back?" Eor asked, not thinking much.

"Because it's not safe outside, I met a team of Oaks in the hiding place." Arethier replied, then asked, "Why are you back?"

"I found traces of orc cavalry halfway through, and I'm worried about you."

Eor said, his eyes a little absent-minded.

Even after a while in situ, his face became very gloomy, and his hand holding the hilt of the sword at his waist also burst into blue veins, as if he had thought of something bad.

Then he suddenly raised his head and said in a serious tone: "You are right, Arethel, we should indeed let the child meet his uncle."

He seemed to have noticed something, but Arethier didn't ask much, because this meant that his runaway from home changed from an "illegal" operation to an official authorization. So the female elf raised her mouth when she heard this, then nodded quickly, and began to follow Eor back to the house to clean up.

Unlike Arethier's preparations when he ran away from home, under Eor's arrangement, their preparations seemed more complete this time. Change clothes, reasonable, not taking up too many load-bearing weapons, and sufficient food supplies.

The dark elves even pulled out two black and white spotted ponies from the forest behind the small hill outside the house.

If it weren't for the time being, he would probably have prepared more.

The group of people hurriedly set off on the road.

The first journey went smoothly, and no accidents occurred. However, when the moonlight appeared at night and walked out of the forest, they turned around without hesitation and quickly returned to the forest.

Because outside the woodland, there were a group of densely packed orc cavalry, with no less than fifty orc cavalry, staring at everything in the forest not far away.

After seeing these two elves, they suddenly let out a shrill cry like a night owl, and then they saw the gray wolf slamming fiercely towards the forest!

The orcs will be very weak under the sunshine and it will be troublesome to travel. They will only become normal at night.

So those who arrived in the forest during the day were just their advance forwards.
Chapter completed!