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"Thank you, my merciful lord. Well then, let's hurry on our way to the villages of Vaegir and Swadia. I can't wait to take charge of my own fiefdom!"

Elaine nodded firmly, then rubbed his hands together and urged.

Liu Tianyu shrugged and said nothing, but reminded the Nord Royal Guard who was leading the way to continue leading the way, this time heading south.

"Heh, this is really interesting! As I walked around, I discovered that the villages of the six kingdoms have completely surrounded Stormwind Territory. This is quite impressive, as it's like setting up a fortified city around Stormwind Territory, with each side supporting the other."

Following the path, Liu Tianyu finally discovered a clue, and a knowing smile appeared on his face.

"Hmm, the scenery of the Northland, with snow falling for thousands of miles, I've finally found a village that perfectly matches the environment of the Stormy Plains. That must be the village of the Vaegirs!"

Looking at the wooden houses covered in snow in the distance, Liu Tianyu finally nodded sincerely. It turned out that the villages he passed through, especially the villages in Salander, always gave him the illusion that he had traveled through time.

You have arrived at Rebachi Village. Rebachi Village appears unremarkable, with fields and pastures bustling with activity. Villagers are busy with their seasonal tasks, and both people and livestock appear healthy. However, some fields are abandoned, and parts of the walls urgently need repair. The village seems to be short-handed. This village and land belong to you, and the local residents' favorability towards you is 99.

The Vykyan village looked quite normal, which made him feel somewhat out of place.

Meanwhile, the villagers of Vikya had been waiting for him for a long time.

"Elder of Rebaqi Village pays his respects to Your Excellency and wishes you a long life!"

The elder of Rebaqi, dressed as a Vaegir archer, immediately put down his war bow and knelt on the snowy plain upon seeing Liu Tianyu.

"No need for formalities, please get up quickly, Elder, tell me about the population and local specialties."

Liu Tianyu dismounted and helped the elder of Rebaqi to his feet, then continued with the original question.

"Your Excellency, Rebachi Village currently has a population of 200, 10 Vaegir Archers, 20 Vaegir Archers, 35 Vaegir Guerrilla Archers, 8 Vaegir Knights, 12 Vaegir Riders, 13 Vaegir Guards, 17 Vaegir Infantry, 20 Veteran Vaegir Soldiers, 35 Vaegir Light Infantry, and 40 Vaegir Recruits."

Our local specialties are beef, cabbage, honey, sausage, apples, and wheat.

Upon hearing what Elder Ribachi said, Liu Tianyu couldn't help but take a look at the Vaegir Knights and Vaegir Guardians, who had a well-known nickname in the game: "Heroes with Two Hands"!

The Vaegir Knight rode a steppe warhorse, wearing a helmet identical to that of the Vaegir Archer, striped armor, iron gaiters, and warm leather gloves.

However, the most eye-catching thing is the crescent axe they carry on their backs. Although this axe is not as long as a lance, only about 1.6 meters long, it looks more intimidating than a lance. This is why the Vikya Knights are known as two-handed heroes.

As for the knight's kite-shaped shield on his back and the battle axe at his waist, they can basically be ignored; they are just decorations to them.

The equipment of the Vaegir Guardians and Vaegir Knights is almost identical; except for the lack of a horse, they are practically cut from the same mold.

"My merciful lord, do you intend to grant me both villages?"

Upon arriving at Rebachi Village, Aileen immediately understood Liu Tianyu's intentions.

"Anyway, they're all pretty close by, and Rebachi Village has a smaller population, which would complement Ahun Village perfectly. After all, the Kujit are only good at guerrilla harassment, while the Vaegir are better at offensive and defensive battles. Do you want to accept?"

Liu Tianyu did not deny it, and directly asked Alain.

"Since you value me so much, I have no reason to refuse. Please entrust me with this, my kind sir!"

Elaine naturally had no objections and nodded directly.

"Alright, then you can stay in Rebachi, I'm going to the last Swadian village!"

Liu Tianyu nodded and, without lingering, pulled on the reins and headed towards the last Swadian village.

With Eleanor staying behind, his Vikya archers naturally followed him, causing Liu Tianyu's team to suffer a significant loss of manpower.

Chapter Seventy-Seven: The Orcs of Tedesamashi

"Boom boom boom——"

Before Liu Tianyu's group of more than 20 people even got close to the Swadian village, they suddenly heard the earth tremble.

The sound was familiar; on the way to the Kujit village of Ahun, the roar of the hundreds of cavalrymen became even more intense and ferocious.

The sounds from here now are much fewer, probably only a few dozen riders. However, the sound of these riders stamping their feet is uniform and mixed with various battle shouts.

Wait, a battle cry? In what situations would you need to use a battle cry?

Moreover, the battle cries here seem to include not only human voices, but also other voices that don't sound human.

You have arrived at Tedsamarsh Village. It seems prosperous; the fields and orchards are full of life, as evidenced by the fruit and vegetable bags scattered everywhere. The village and the surrounding land belong to you. The local residents' favorability towards you is 99. Tedsamarsh Village is under siege by 68 orcs, and you have entered the skirmish.

"Damn, no wonder we heard battle cries. Turns out we've run into orcs here. Where did these guys come from? Oh well, never mind, everyone prepare for battle!"

Upon hearing the system notification, Liu Tianyu's lips twitched violently. All the other villages were fine, so why did this strange thing happen in your Tedesamashi Village?

However, Liu Tianyu quickly drew the heavy hand-and-a-half sword from his back, gripped the steel shield tightly in his left hand, and showed a hint of excitement on his face. Now his sword was itching for a fight!

"Everyone, charge!"

Not far from the village of Tedesamashi, the Swadian knights and Swadian heavy cavalry had already assembled.

There were about 50 of them, and they were all in a charging stance. Their eyes were fixed on the dark-skinned orcs in front of them, whose fangs protruded, skin was dark, and they were nearly two meters tall with scarlet eyes.

The orcs seemed to have gone into a frenzy, their eyes filled with nothing but a raging lust for slaughter.

However, it is worth noting that, compared to ordinary orcs, they are armed with a wide variety of weapons, including swords, spears, and halberds, and they are also wearing ill-fitting armor, or rather, it should be said that they are forcibly put on.

Clearly, the fine weapons and armor they wore did not belong to them, but to some victims, who, judging from the current state of the Stormy Plains, were probably some unlucky adventurers.

Even though the orcs before them were tall, bloodthirsty, and well-equipped, the Swadian knights and heavy cavalry only had calm in their eyes, perhaps with a hint of fighting spirit.

Behind the Swadian knights and Swadian heavy cavalry, a crossbow unit of about 70 Swadian snipers and crossbowmen had already raised their heavy crossbows to chest level and aimed at the bloodthirsty orcs.

If the orcs dare to charge and enter the range of the crossbow bolts, they will be the first to taste their own crossbow bolts.

Surrounding the crossbowmen were approximately 60 well-equipped Swadian soldiers and infantrymen, who were scattered around them, raising their thick fan-shaped shields or fan-shaped shields to provide cover for the crossbowmen.

All the elite troops and regular soldiers of Tedsamasi Village have assembled on this plain to confront the attacking bloodthirsty orcs.

As for the remaining 220 people, well, some stayed in Tedesamahi village to watch the excitement, while others were still busy with their work in the village.

With 180 men against 68, and all 68 of them being melee infantry, the advantage is on my side! There's no need to care about winning or losing at all.

"Waaaaagh!"

Finally, the leading orc, a giant nearly two meters tall, roared and raised his two battle axes, which gleamed with a dazzling light, to lead the charge.

"Waaagh!"

Seeing that their leader had launched the charge, the other orcs followed suit, raising all sorts of weapons and charging towards the mounted humans.

"Whoosh whoosh—"

As the orcs approached within 80 yards, both the Swadian snipers' heavy crossbows and the Swadian crossbowmen's crossbows made crisp sounds, and the bolts, which had been ready to be fired, shot directly at the orcs charging at the front.

"Clang, clang, clang," "Puff, puff, puff"

Several sounds rang out from the dozen or so orcs in the front row. Sparks flew from the orcs who were forcibly wearing armor, while the crossbow bolts were simply stuck in their armor.

Some were less fortunate; the crossbow bolts pierced their armor and skin, but this did not hinder their charge in the slightest.

But the most unlucky ones were the orcs whose heads were completely unprotected. The crossbow bolt pierced their foreheads and brains, and as green blood spurted out, the five orcs fell straight to the ground.

"Tap Tap"

The charging orcs paid no heed to their fallen comrades; some even stepped over their corpses to continue their charge towards the crossbowmen.

By the time the Swadian snipers and crossbowmen had reloaded, the nearest orcs had charged to within 50 yards.

This was their last chance to fire. After this arrow, they had to retreat, or they would be caught in melee combat with the orcs without shields.

Without shields and heavy armor, they would be in serious trouble if they engaged in hand-to-hand combat with orcs, even with the protection of Swadian soldiers and infantry.

"Whoosh whoosh—"

The Swadian crossbowmen were no match for the Rhodok crossbowmen in terms of weapon proficiency or equipment, but given how close the target was, anyone who wasn't blind could hit it!

"Roar!"

Finally, the dozen or so orcs in the front row roared in unison. The crossbow bolts pierced their armor, penetrated their skin, and embedded themselves deeply in their muscles. Some bolts even continued their momentum and pierced through the armor on their backs.

This time, the dozen or so orcs in the front row fell to the ground like wheat being harvested, some lifeless, others still letting out weak roars.

After the successful attack, the crossbowmen quickly retreated, and the infantry swiftly took their place.

With a clang, a Swadian soldier extended his thick, fan-shaped shield in his left hand to block in front of him, while the orc leader roared and raised his double axes to slash fiercely at the obstructing shield.

"Hiss!" The Swadian soldier couldn't help but gasp as a terrifying force emanated from the thick fan-shaped shield and then spread throughout his body through his arm armor.

He felt as if he were facing not the charge of an orc, but the charge of his own strongest Swadian knight.

If the Swadian soldiers could barely hold off the charge of the berserk orcs, then the Swadian infantry, after withstanding the first blow from the charging orcs, retreated repeatedly, almost causing the battle line to be breached.

Fortunately, after withstanding the orcs' swift charge, the time for a counterattack had come.

Swadian soldiers drew their maces and smashed them down on the orcs' heads, while Swadian infantry drew their protective swords and slashed at the orcs' unarmored bodies.

"Oh!"

The orcs struck by the mace had their heads split open instantly, but even with blood gushing out, they showed no sign of retreating. Instead, they swung their weapons even more fiercely at the Swadian soldiers.

Fortunately, the battle-hardened Swadian soldiers raised their thick, fan-shaped shields, which acted like an impenetrable wall, firmly blocking the orcs' frenzied counterattack.

The Swadian infantry were in a difficult position. Every slash and thrust of their protective swords could damage the orcs, but each instance of damage only excited their opponents.

The Swadian infantrymen's left-hand fan-shaped shields had been riddled with holes from various weapons. If this continued, once the shields were destroyed, they would be met with a fierce storm.

"Boom boom boom——"

Just as the infantry line was struggling to hold off the orcs, the cavalry, who had circled around to the orcs' rear, began their charge. The lances they had been holding high were now held flat and tucked under their waists, and their horses were pounding the ground with a powerful thud.

Chapter Seventy-Eight: Drawing Sword, Looking Around, Heart Filled with Confusion

With a "thud," the moment the Swadian knight's lance made contact with the Swadian heavy cavalryman's, the tip of the lance was pierced into a "skewer of meat."

Some lances had their oak joints broken in two, and the knights with the lance handles threw down the broken lances, drew their maces or heavy sabers from their waists, and prepared for hand-to-hand combat.

The orc, whose spear tip had shattered and was pierced into a "meat skewer," had a large gash in his body. As his intestines and green blood spilled onto the ground, his entire body collapsed. The crimson light in his eyes faded, and then his eyes rolled back, and he lost all life.

In just this one charge, the orc forces were reduced by two-thirds in an instant, and the pressure on the Swadian soldiers and infantry, who were about to have their lines breached, was greatly reduced.

They began to gang up on the remaining orcs in pairs. The remaining orcs fought back desperately, their fanged mouths roaring and their weapons swinging wildly.

Their actions were no longer motivated by killing the enemy; they were purely about exchanging wounds for wounds, lives for lives, to satisfy their bloodlust.

With a "thud," a spiked mace high above slammed down on the head of the berserk orc. The mace, covered in spikes, was stained with green blood, and the berserk orc slammed its body to the ground, losing its fighting ability.

This was to tell them that even with a large number of troops, they were unable to break through the infantry lines.

Now, having lost two-thirds of their men and surrounded by knights from the rear, they have absolutely no ability to put up a fight!

In less than twenty minutes, the original sixty-eight dark-skinned orcs, brimming with bloodlust, were reduced to only four.

They gripped their weapons tightly, back to back, staring at the Swadian cavalry and infantry who had surrounded them. Their previously bloodshot eyes gradually regained their clarity.

Whether they were Swadian knights or Swadian soldiers, they all merely sized up the group of dark-skinned orcs with indifferent eyes.

These four orcs seemed to be like pigs cornered against a wall, powerless to resist. But the more they were forced into danger, the more their life potential was unleashed.

On the battlefield, it wasn't just the orcs who fell; several Swadian infantrymen and Swadian heavy cavalrymen also lay dead in the pile of corpses, their fates unknown.

"We surrender!"

"I surrender too!"

"Me too!"

Just as the Swadian cavalry and infantry were about to launch their final attack and send the four orcs to their deaths.

The dark-skinned orc, his eyes bloodshot and lifeless, suddenly dropped his weapon, knelt on the ground, and begged for mercy from the villagers of Tedesamashi Village.

After their berserk state subsided, their clever little brains instantly took over the high ground of their brainstem-deficient state, kneeling before the villagers of Tedesamahi, hoping to beg for forgiveness.

Faced with the four orcs' pleas for mercy, the leading Swadian knight did not hesitate for a moment. Wearing iron gaiters, he pushed off his armored warhorse.

With his left hand holding the reins, he swung the mace in his right hand down hard on the orc leader's large head, which was covered by an ill-fitting helmet.

"Boom"

The helmet hummed loudly from the impact, and beneath it, the orc leader's head was bruised and frozen in place.

"bang"

The armored warhorse reared up and trampled the orc leader hard. The armor covering his body caved in instantly, along with the muscles, and he was dead beyond any doubt.

"Kill without mercy!"

After killing the orc leader, the leading Swadian knight simply said one sentence.

Upon hearing the village chief's words, the crowd, who had been somewhat hesitant, instantly rushed towards the other three kneeling orcs and finely chopped them into minced meat.