hotmtlnovel Chapter 88 The Vanguard of the Black Fang Tribe
Chapter 88 The Vanguard of the Black Fang Tribe
The sun completely sank below the horizon.
The last vestiges of sunlight were swallowed up by the two dark red moons.
The dry, sulfurous smell in the air became even stronger.
Jiang Ming rode on a gray warhorse, his black iron horse-slaying sword pointing diagonally at the ground, the tip of the sword trembling slightly with the horse's breathing.
Wang Yang and Li Bin followed closely behind him.
Zhao Yanzhi, along with the members of the archery club, followed behind.
As for Wei Yuan and the hundred or so student council members, they were huddled at the back, holding table legs and mop handles, craning their necks to look outside, both fearful and curious.
"They're here."
Jiang Ming's voice was very soft.
But in this deathly silent area, the sound clearly penetrated into everyone's ears.
Boom, boom, boom.
A dull tremor came from the ground.
It didn't sound like the sound of horses' hooves; it sounded more like the sound of some heavy creature running barefoot and slamming its feet into the ground.
The bushes in the distance were violently knocked aside.
A nauseating stench, mixed with the smell of wild animals and stale blood, wafted in on the night breeze.
By the light of the two dark red moons, everyone finally saw the so-called "monster" clearly.
"vomit……"
Some of the girls behind her, who had low tolerance for stress, started gagging.
They were a group of humanoid creatures over two meters tall.
They have rough, grayish-green skin, and their muscles bulge like rocks, covered with crisscrossing scars and tattoos.
On its protruding lower jaw, two yellowed fangs curled upwards, and murky saliva clung to the corners of its mouth.
They wore simple bone ornaments and carried rusty, rough iron machetes or huge wooden clubs studded with rusty nails.
[Black Fang Tribe Scout (Lv.8)]
Race: Orc
[Danger Level: High]
Strength: 14 | Constitution: 18 | Agility: 12
[Traits: Bloodlust (increases attack power after taking damage), Thick Skin (physical defense +10), Savage Charge.]
[Comment: Vanguard from the Black Fang tribe, their minds are consumed by only two things: eating meat and killing. In their eyes, you're just a running lump of protein.]
On Jiang Ming's retina, the red data frame was flashing wildly.
There are twelve in total.
There weren't many of them, but the leader was a size larger than his companions, and he was dragging a giant axe the size of a door.
【Blackfang Scout Captain Gru (Lv.11-Elite)】
[Danger Level: Extremely High]
"So this is... an orc?"
Wang Yang swallowed hard; his palms, gripping the battle axe, were sweaty.
These creatures, born purely for killing, exude a savage aura that is enough to make ordinary people weak in the knees just by standing there.
"Two-legged sheep!"
The orc captain leading the group stopped in his tracks.
Its bloodshot eyes swept across the crowd at the school gate, finally settling on Jiang Ming's warhorse.
It opened its huge mouth, revealing a set of jagged black teeth, and let out a roar like a broken bellows.
"Iron! So much iron!"
"Kill them all! Seize the iron! Eat the meat!"
With a roar, the eleven orc scouts behind it instantly went berserk.
"roar--!"
They strode forward, brandishing their heavy weapons, and launched their charge.
The ground was shaking.
That momentum was wilder and more despairing than the previous indigenous cavalry.
"Shoot the arrow! Shoot the arrow now!"
Zhao Yanzhi's voice changed, and he shouted wildly.
collapse!collapse!collapse!
More than a dozen carbon arrows were launched from the bow.
however.
A scene that plunged everyone into despair unfolded.
Those arrows, powerful enough to pierce wooden planks, struck the orc's rough skin with a dull thud.
Most of the arrows were stuck in their hard muscles and could not penetrate deeply.
Only two arrows struck vital points like the eyes and neck, but this only made the two orcs more ferocious, showing no signs of collapsing.
"How...how do we fight this?"
The archery club members panicked.
It's difficult to even break through their defenses, so what's the point of fighting?
As the group of green-skinned monsters drew closer and closer, they were less than fifty meters from the school gate.
The stench was suffocating.
Wei Yuan's group was terrified and screamed as they fled into the campus, causing the situation to spiral out of control in an instant.
Right at this chaotic juncture.
Jiang Ming made a move.
He did not draw his sword.
Instead, he took a silver metal cylinder from his belt.
That was something he had just made in the training building using potassium permanganate and magnesium strips—a blinding flashbang.
"Close your eyes."
Jiang Ming's voice rang out on the communication channel, frighteningly calm.
Although Wang Yang and Li Bin didn't understand what was going on, out of absolute trust in Jiang Ming, they instinctively closed their eyes and turned their heads away.
next second.
Jiang Ming flicked the tab with his thumb, his arm muscles bulging, and he hurled the metal can in his hand.
Whoosh-!
A silver arc ripped through the night sky, landing precisely in the middle of the orcish charging column.
The orcs were taken aback.
Their walnut-sized brains clearly couldn't comprehend what this shiny little jar was.
Captain Gru even curiously reached out to grab the smoking thing.
boom--!!!
A not-so-loud explosion rang out.
Followed by.
It was a terrifying white light, enough to blind people, that suddenly erupted in the darkness.
It's like a miniature sun rising from the ground.
In that instant, the world turned deathly white.
"Awooo—!!!"
The piercing screams instantly drowned out all the shouts of battle.
Orcs live in dark environments year-round, and their retinas are extremely sensitive to light.
This enhanced magnesium powder flashbang, when it exploded at close range, directly burned their retinal nerves.
The six or seven orcs at the forefront covered their eyes with their hands, rolled on the ground in agony, and bloody tears streamed from their eyes.
Even the elite captain, Gru, was so blinded by the sudden burst of light that he staggered backward, wildly swinging his giant axe.
"Now."
Jiang Ming opened his eyes.
A cruel smile curled at the corner of his mouth beneath the visor.
Clang!
The black iron sword was drawn.
Sensing its master's killing intent, the gray warhorse strained with all four hooves and charged forward like an arrow released from a bow.
"kill!"
There is only one word.
Yet it carried a murderous aura akin to mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
The warhorses neighed and charged into the chaotic orc formation in an instant.
Jiang Ming didn't use any fancy sword techniques.
Using the momentum of the warhorse's charge, plus his own terrifying strength of 20 points.
The sword transformed into a black scythe of death, using the momentum of the horse to sweep across.
puff!
A huge green head shot into the sky.
The orc, still screaming and covering its eyes, didn't even have time to feel the pain before a three-meter-high fountain of blood gushed from its neck.
[Defeat the Blackfang Tribe Scout (Lv.8) to gain 800 experience points.]