Death Guns In Another World

Chapter 1488 1328: Against the Orcs 2

Johnson stared at the incoming enemies and yelled out calmly. The young commander gritted his teeth at the powerful and overwhelming pressure. The Orcs' cries could be heard clearly now and they sounded like hungry wild animals snarling at their prey. The Cavalrymen behind Johnson were getting restless. But at this moment, Johnson's training sessions had come into great effect. Although they were frightened, many of the newcomers clutched onto their reins and urged on their warhorses to stay on the spot. It would be the biggest nightmare for the soldiers if their warhorses fled in fear.

The distance between both sides shrunk quickly. Gholug led the charge and revealed a delightful glint as soon as he witnessed the Humans standing foolishly on the spot. It seemed to him that the Humans were scared out of their wits and his tribe would instantly wipe them all out.

Gholug raised his right arm and brandished the huge stone axe.

"Brave warriors! Capture the Humans and fat horses! Let's have a feast!"

"Oooooh!"

Gholug stirred up the emotions of his tribesmen. They locked eyes on the hundred Cavalrymen and displayed their avaricious and beast-like hunger. The Orcs were moving increasingly faster and they could see the Cavalrymen's faces now!

"Move out!"

Johnson commanded.

Then, the Orcs witnessed a scene that left them stunned.

The Cavalrymen swiftly turned back and bolted off in two directions, and the Orcs couldn't react on time. Although the Rhino Beasts were quick in their movements, there were still weaknesses to these massive beasts. They couldn't nimbly adjust their charging direction. Therefore, even though the Orcs were powerful in their assault, their nimbleness was nowhere close to the Cavalrymen's. The Orcs were unable to make head or tail of the Humans' 'escape'. They slowed down perplexedly and gazed at the fleeing Humans in a daze.

These cunning, cowardly Humans!

Gholug let out a bellow and smacked the Rhino Beast under him.

"Go! Grab whatever you can!"

The Orcs howled to their patriarch's command. Then, they instantly dispersed toward the fleeing Cavalrymen.

Everything's going well.

Alex nodded in satisfaction. He squinted and observed the Orcs scattering like headless houseflies. He revealed an ice-cold, cruel smile in his eyes. But shortly after, he turned around and beckoned to his team who were hidden on the other side.

The action has begun. One of them moved.

Brown, long hair awkwardly hangs over a lean, friendly face. Piercing green eyes, set handsomely within their sockets, watch guardedly over the stronghold they've watched over for so long.

Smooth skin beautifully compliments his nose and mouth and leaves a pleasant memory of his adventurous love life.

This is the face of Joe.

Joe lowered his body and sneakily reached the walls of the fort, which didn't look abandoned. A majority of its construction was still in good condition, with exceptions to the left and rear, which had collapsed due to years of wearing down. The young Thief nimbly leaped over the broken wall and stooped over to detect the wind direction with his hand. Then, he scanned left and right.

Although most Orcs had launched their attacks with the lead of their patriarch, there were still almost 200 Orcs standing guard in the fort. However, they appeared to be idling, perhaps due to the harsh coldness and hunger. The Orcs who were patrolling above the fort walls returned to the watchtowers and curled up beside the bonfire for warmth after their patriarch had gone out to battle.

Joe revealed an excited smile. He rubbed his hands before retrieving a dagger from his waist. Then, he rotated the badge pinned on his chest and a faint white radiance shrouded him entirely. Joe lowered his upper body and approached an Orc who had his back facing him. At the same time, a few other Thiefs also stealthily approached their targets.

Joe was right behind his target, but the Orc didn't realize anything. The latter murmured under his breath and rubbed his hands before the bonfire. Joe held his breath and leaped up in a flash. His dagger streaked across the sky and penetrated the back of the Orc's head.

Perhaps due to the Orc's instincts in sensing dangers, he stood up hurriedly and his companions beside him swiftly grabbed their weapons. However, the deadly figure had flitted across their bodies.

The sudden movement of Joe's target caused him to miss his critical strike. But he didn't fluster. After experiencing adventures, training in the mirage, and enduring various strengthening exercises after the arrival of the new leader, Joe was fully equipped with everything that a top-rated Thief would possess. Moreover, he had been tortured by Alex in the mirage countless of times and he had learned to face failures and accidents calmly. He swiftly adjusted the direction to his strike and pierced into the Orc's neck fiercely.

"…!"

The Orc shrieked in horror. These filthy and terrifying creatures would only die to lethal damage to their heads and hearts. Even if they were punctured in their throats, they wouldn't die instantly.

The bone-chilling aura emanating from the razor-sharp blade froze the Orc's throat and silenced all noises. The Orc's expression stiffened instantly and its body stopped moving as though it was frozen. At the same time, the two other Orcs who were attacked by Joe's companions weren't as lucky.

Before they even realized what had exactly happened, several daggers enhanced with water elements on their blades pierced into their hearts and skulls and they instantly collapsed to their death.

Joe heaved a sigh of relief. He turned around and beckoned to his men to move forward. However, at this moment, Joey caught a glimpse of a shadow that had shifted. It was an Orc who had turned a corner and witnessed everything in bewilderment. Joe instantly clutched his dagger and darted forward.

Shing!

A shimmering ray of light flashed and the Orc collapsed heavily to the ground. An arrow had punctured its skull and let the pitiful Orc motionless.

"Hu…"

Joe wiped the sweat off his forehead before turning back and sticking out his thumb.