Chapter 450 – Repulse

Chapter 450 – Repulse
A bullet ended Gunther’s charge.

The bullet hit his left arm, the one holding the shield.

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

The moment he was hit, he felt pain but not the sharp pain he expected.

He only felt a huge impact entering his body, like being hit hard with a sledgehammer, followed by a numbness.

However, after a few breaths, a strong burning sensation came from his left arm, and the pain began to intensify steeply, as if wasps were constantly stinging his arm, seemingly without end.

Gunther resisted the pain and tried to raise his arm, but it was as if his arm had been disconnected from his body, and he couldn’t exert any strength.

The shield had long since dislodged and fallen to the ground, and his body clattered as he lost his balance and planted himself, rolling down the hillside.

“Lord Gunther!”

Seeing that their young lord was injured, the still intact beasts no longer cared about dealing with the humans and rushed over to rescue Gunther.

Matthew held up his musket, endured the smell of smoke that was choking you, and took a big breath.

It was so lucky to see that he had shot a great man.

He couldn’t help but give the musket in his hand a kiss. It was true that it was still the steady rate of strikes from the flintlock, if they had brought flintlocks, the horrible rate of duds would have driven him crazy! No, maybe before he could go crazy, he would be rushed up and hacked to death by the orcs.

Thank goodness for today’s good weather too, it didn’t rain.

The pressure on the human position was lightened, and a few orcs broke through the obstacles and leapt into the trench (let’s call it that for now), and were killed by the Explorers, who had the numerical advantage, with their swords.

The orcs were really tough, even the dying struggle made many of them injured, and horrible fierce gazes were ejected in front of their closed eyes.

And those orcs below the hillside who gave up their attack dragged their companions who still had breath and ran off into the distance with indignation until they disappeared into the dense forest from which they came.

“Victory! We are victorious!”

“We actually defeated the orcs!”

“Huge cheers erupted from inside the Trench.

These orcs, once described by humans in exaggerated terms, the monsters used by the grandmothers of the Northwest Bay to scare their grandchildren who didn’t go to bed obediently, had just been defeated under their hands.

The team crossed out of the shallow depression to examine the slain orcs. Their guide, Imar the Dwarf, was positively eager to help, and if he came across one that still had a faint breath, he helped end its suffering with a decisive slash.

In all, they found 18 orc corpses, 10 of which were simply wrapped in animal skins, 6 of which were clad in armor made of bone, and only 2 of which one wore chainmail and one scaled armor.

“Their iron smelting skills are not good? That’s why metal is precious in the orc tribes.”

Imar explained thus.

“Of course, even if they were all dressed in metal armor, they probably wouldn’t be of much use in front of your wands.”

At this point, the dwarves had completely extinguished their intention to loot the humans’ belongings.

Now his mind was thinking about how to lead the humans to another hidden path, and right now this path was a dead end. Alas, what reason should I think of to explain it?

How about sneaking away while they were asleep? No, there was still a bag of self-silver coins waiting for him.

That gullible fool Gunther had already cost him a fortune, he couldn’t lose even this bag of silver coins.

As the members of the exploration team cleaned up the battlefield and treated their wounds, the sun gradually went downhill and night crept in.

The people set up their tents and raised campfires. Unfortunately, they had lost three of their reindeer in the battle.

Imar the Dwarf drew a route on the ground with a twig in front of Stanford.

“Human, I think we should take another route.”

Stanford: “Why?”

“I’m afraid that if we continue along this route, we may encounter other ambushed orcs on the way. These goddamned barbarians have trespassed into our sacred dwarven territory, and the mountains are no longer safe.”

After the battle during the day, the dwarves spoke to them in a much kinder tone.

“You mean the orcs from the forest have started to invade the Rocky Mountains?” “It’s entirely possible, I just don’t know if it’s a large-scale invasion or a small-scale raid.”

“So the other routes aren’t necessarily safe, there could be orcs scurrying out as well.”

“But the chances are less than the current road where orcs have already appeared.”

Stanford rubbed this chin, “Let me think about it.”

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

That’s when he heard someone yelling and looked up, shocked and cold all over.

Dots of fire surfaced from the distance, getting more and more numerous and closer.

“Is it the orcs? Their hordes are coming. We should have moved earlier.”

Stanford regretted how he had forgotten about this.

“Wait! That’s ……” yelled Imar the Dwarf.

“That’s not an orc! It’s a Dwarf, a Dwarf of the Hammer Clan. Humans, listen carefully ……”

Imar’s eyes rolled with an idea. In a sharp tone, he said to Stanford, “If you want to cross the mountain safely, you’ll have to do what I say and explain it to them.”

“Tell them that I – a dwarf – was being chased by orcs, and that you passed by and saved me. Then you demanded this ……”

“Can …… this be fooled?”

“Hey, aren’t those eighteen corpses next to us proof of that?”

Stanford scratched his head, “Well, that’s how it’s going to be in a while. But those of your kind won’t come up and fight us right away, right?”

Imar patted his chest, “Don’t worry, you are only in the periphery, you haven’t really entered the Rocky Mountains yet, we dwarves are not a murderous race …… for the most part.”

……

“Imar! It’s you asshole!”

The lead Dwarf recognized Imar, and so did Stanford, the very same Dwarf who had been the first to reject him in the Blood Bull Horde.

“Oh..! My dear brother, I was nearly torn alive by dozens of orc barbarians for my wine. How did you find your way here?”

Barash said gravely, “The afternoon rangers heard orcish roars and strange noises in the neighborhood. Surely some orcs ran here?”

“Yes! A large group!” Imar waved his hands exaggeratedly.

“Uncountable numbers of orcs emerged from the dense forest like a tidal wave. Luckily, my axe is no slouch, and these passing humans helped a little.”

“So how did you get here? This road ……”

Imar covered Barash’s mouth as he glanced at Stanford to see nothing out of the ordinary before explaining in a whisper in Barash’s ear, “I couldn’t lead them down the right path, could I? I’m a hero of the Hammer Clan, and I’m going to be rewarded with several jars of fine wine when I get back.”

Barash ignored Imar’s boasting and turned to look at Stanford.

“Humans, why are you here.”

“Uh ……”

“Crossing the Rocky Mountains, right? I remember you were all over the world looking for a guide in the Blood Bull tribe.”

“I recognize that.”

Instead of continuing the interrogation, Barash went to inspect the orc’s body. There had indeed been a fierce battle here.

Stanford followed along and said, “I hope you can give us guidance on our journey back home.”

The dwarf hesitates for a moment and says, “All right! After all, you saved me from our clan, and he is still a relative of mine. But there is still the Chief of the Clan to get permission.”

Stanford’s memory was ecstatic, something was up.

(End of chapter)