Leo looked around and saw the dilapidated altar behind him. Thousands of years of weathering and vine attacks have reduced the altar's outer courtyard buildings to a pile of rubble. "Move the rocks!" Everyone also came to their senses and quickly started moving the altar's floor tiles and broken stone pillars to the edge of the cliff. The young lady Denise also joined the work. She walked to the edge of the cliff carrying a stone as big as her head and saw the hundreds of pounds of stones brought by her companions and the thousand-pound stone pillars carried by Barrett. The small stone in my hand is like a loner cub. Denise put the stone on the ground inconspicuously, sat on it and pretended to rest. After Leo moved a few stones, he felt a little dizzy. The blow to his soul in the morning still left him with serious sequelae. He squatted down beside Denise, observing the movements below, raised a hand and whispered, "Don't do anything yet, wait for my instructions." He picked up an egg-sized stone and gently threw it off the cliff, watching it roll down and counting silently in his mind.
The small stone rolled into the river between the orcs and the bearmen, splashing water. The noise was not small, but it did not attract anyone's attention. While everyone was moving the stones, the standoff below the canyon also ended. After negotiations failed, the orc leader raised his sword and shouted, "Warriors of the Blade Clan! Take back our homeland!" The wolf riders all raised their swords and followed their leader to charge towards the bear guards. The huge snow-white bear man sneered and raised his claws. A huge electric current instantly surrounded his body, making his hair explode, and his whole body seemed to suddenly become three times stronger. The bear guard, with his hair standing on end, gathered the electric current in his palm and pointed it at the orc leader. A huge arc of electricity wandered in the air, instantly leaping over twenty meters away and accurately hitting the orc leader. The charging wolf froze instantly, rolled forward, its fur singed, and knocked the orc leader to the ground. Not only that, the arc jumped continuously, connecting five wolf riders. With just one strike, five wolf riders were knocked off their horses! The wargs and orcs rolled on the ground, their bodies charred and twitching constantly, and they lost their fighting power for a while. Only the powerful orc leader struggled to get up and continued the attack. Behind him, more than twenty wolf riders roared and charged, passing him and rushing towards the five bear guards. The bear guards also bared their fangs, growled softly, hunched their bodies, and surrounded their claws with electric light, preparing to withstand the wolf cavalry's charge head-on. Behind the wolf riders, there were twenty or thirty orc infantrymen, also holding long swords and big swords, and following the wolf riders, they rushed forward. Leo silently predicted their speed, raised his hand and suddenly swung it down, shouting, "Throw it!" Everyone in the adventure group pushed the rocks in front of them off the cliff. The stones moved by the group of extraordinary people weighed at least 100 pounds and the heaviest over 1,000 pounds. These huge rocks rolled down the steep cliffs, or even fell directly. Before they even hit the ground, they were shattered into pieces by the violent impact, turning into a rain of stones all over the sky.
The broken stones were like cannonballs fired from a gun, carrying huge potential energy, bombarding and splashing at the orc infantry, knocking them down in an instant. Even the extraordinary orcs cannot use their physical bodies to withstand these falling rocks from high altitudes. Anyone hit by a rock bigger than a fist will suffer extensive fractures. And those intact stones weighing more than a hundred pounds were simply stone bullets thrown by catapults. They could even destroy city walls, and the flesh-and-blood orc infantry were instantly smashed into meat paste. A wave of rolling stones killed at least ten orc infantrymen and one wolf rider, and split the orc army into two. The lagging group was blocked by the continuously rolling boulders and was forced to retreat, unable to attack forward. A wolf knight looked up at the cliff and saw Leo and his men at the source of the rolling stones. He roared and commanded his men. "Charge! Kill them!" The two wolf riders and all the remaining orc infantry turned around and rushed along the path on the cliff, preparing to rush to the Storm Altar and attack the adventure group. Looking at the orc troops rushing up the path, Harkins raised his sword and shield and said calmly: "Fifteen orc infantrymen and two wolf riders are ready to meet the challenge." He took the lead and blocked the end of the path. The path leading to the cliff was only one person wide. With him blocking the way, no matter how many orcs there were, they could only fight him one-on-one. But the opposite happened. The orcs on the opposite side were not stupid. They were all warriors with rich combat experience. Two wolf riders controlled their wolves and leaped up, using the force of the cliff to kick hard, and directly jumped ten meters and landed behind the adventure team. A wolf knight swung his sword in the air. The huge blade arc dissipated in front of Barrett's giant axe. Barrett, who blocked the Wolf Knight's attack, was also shocked by the overbearing force and retreated repeatedly. Harkins had to retreat from the path and turn back to take the attack from another wolf rider. The rest of the adventure group is not strong enough to fight the Wolf Knight in a one-on-one fight. After the path was cleared, the orc infantry behind also rushed out. "waaaaaag!" The first orc infantryman who rushed out raised his weapon high, roared and charged, and then the sound stopped abruptly. Three sharp arrows were inserted into his chest and face, with almost half of the arrow shafts embedded in his body. As he was shot to death and fell off the cliff, the figure of the second orc infantryman was revealed. A larger, thicker arrow instantly pierced through his chest, not only piercing him through, but also knocking him back with such force that he crashed into his companion behind him. After completing three consecutive shots, Lynch glanced at Leo beside him. The yew longbow in Leo's hand is no less powerful than Lynch's green longbow, but it is a little heavier and has a much slower shooting speed. The latter uses a longbow with light arrows and fine steel armor-piercing arrowheads. It has a longer range and greater penetration, and is also suitable for showing off various archery skills. But in close-range shooting, Leo's heavy bow and arrows are like a sniper rifle, and can even cut off the orcs' arms! With the longbows of Leo and Lynch, Fisher's crossbow, and Denise's fireball, the five orcs who rushed out in front were easily killed and rolled down the cliff.
Sure enough, long-range strikes are the way to go! These orc infantrymen are all warriors and warriors among the orcs, and are the backbone of the orc tribe. If the strength of the Empire's regular infantry can only match that of the orcs' laborers, then the orc warriors with simple equipment or even only one weapon have combat effectiveness that is far superior to the human race's heavily armored elite infantry. Leo, who lost his shield, would have to pay a heavy price to successfully defeat an orc infantryman, and he might not even be able to escape unscathed. But in front of longbows and heavy arrows, all beings are equal. No matter how ferocious a big orc with only a few pieces of fur covering his body is, he will be crippled if hit by an arrow. But long-range attacks also have gaps. After sacrificing the lives of five warriors, the ten orc infantrymen behind finally rushed into the open space and pounced on the adventure group.