Come to another world and become a lord

Chapter 144 Fierce Battle

When Karl was pulled by Nu directly to a small hill overlooking the camp, he was immediately shocked by the scene in front of him. The whole camp had already fallen into chaos. The men quickly prepared their horses and nervously checked their bows and swords, while the women were quickly packing up the tents and gathering the children together. Everyone in the camp seemed extremely nervous. Many children had fear and confusion on their faces. The women tried their best to comfort them, but it was obvious that they could not completely calm the panic. The older women were distributing swords and armor to the men.

The old woman followed closely behind him and came out, still mumbling to herself in dissatisfaction:

"You shouldn't have pulled him out, little girl. We need to escort him to safety."

"He must see it. This matter concerns all of us and should not be borne by us alone. I want him to see it with his own eyes!" Noura shouted a little angrily.

Carl looked around, and then he saw the Great Khan Aktila, who still had his big black beard. He just glanced at Carl, but did not say hello. Instead, he shouted to the men:

"Everyone, get on your horses and prepare for battle!"

"Who are you fighting against?" Carl asked in a low voice, his tone full of confusion and worry.

"You'll know when they come," Noura replied briefly.

Along with this answer, Carl suddenly heard the sound of drums. The sound of drums seemed to come from deep underground, dull and powerful. Every beat seemed to shake the earth and strike deep into the soul, making people shudder.

Carl looked in the direction of the voice, and then he saw a scene that he would never forget in his life. On the distant horizon, a huge army was approaching. The soldiers were tall and burly, far beyond the scope of humans, with hideous faces and sharp fangs sticking out of their mouths. Who were these guys...

"Orcs?" This was Carl's first impression when he saw them.

"Yes, it's orcs!" Nura replied from the side. Carl then realized that he had just blurted out what was in his heart.

Looking back at these orcs, they all had dark skin and muscular bodies. Leading the way was a huge beast, holding a huge war drum and beating the rough drum surface. The rhythm became increasingly rapid, as if announcing the arrival of a bloody massacre. Every drumbeat filled the air with tension and fear, and the warriors' heartbeats also accelerated with the drumbeats.

Carl took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. He turned to look at Noura, who remained calm.

"That's why we have to go south," she said coldly.

As the orc army approached, the tribe's warriors had already mounted their horses and formed a tight defense line. They all looked serious, with bows and arrows drawn, ready to shoot the invading enemy at any time.

"Hold on! Wait until they get closer!" At the foot of the hill, Great Khan Akitila was directing the battle. He shouted, his voice full of majesty and determination.

"Come closer, ready~release!!"

Akitila's voice was like thunder, and the warriors responded quickly. The bowstrings were instantly pulled to full length, and a uniform rain of arrows cut through the air and flew towards the orc army. The arrows flew towards the enemy in a dense mass, and the sky seemed to be covered by countless black spots in an instant.

However, when the arrows pierced the flesh of the orcs, those huge figures did not even stop, but continued to advance, as if they were not hurt at all. Then there was another round of arrows, and the orcs were hit by arrows again, but still did not react. None of them fell down or lost their fighting power, but continued to charge at the same speed.

"Great Khan, something is wrong, our arrows have no effect on them!"

A gloomy look appeared on Akitila's face. He looked gloomy and then drew his scimitar:

"Then let's fight hand-to-hand. We can't let them get close to the camp! Warriors, follow me and charge!"

Akitila's order rang in the warriors' ears like thunder, and then the cavalrymen fearlessly charged towards the orc army. Iron hooves stomped the ground, war horses neighed, and the scimitars in the cavalrymen's hands flashed coldly, and a brutal hand-to-hand fight began.

However, Carl on the hillside was terrified. Those orcs were much stronger than any orcs in fantasy novels he had seen. They were so tall that they could directly reach the level of people riding on war horses. The scimitars chopped on their skin, like hitting stones, and had little effect.

The weapons wielded by the orcs were mostly simple clubs, but they were large enough, and coupled with their unparalleled strength, they could knock the cavalrymen off their horses with just one club. Although these tribal warriors were brave, they were powerless in the face of such monsters. They were knocked off their horses one after another, blood dyed the battlefield red, and screams were heard one after another.

“How could this be…” Carl was almost stunned by such incredible fighting power. It was hard for him to imagine what would happen if these people broke through the nomadic tribes’ defenses to attack Rickburg. Would he be able to hold it?

"Something's wrong. They completely ignore the damage from bows and arrows." Nura frowned even more tightly.

"Are you saying that using bows and arrows was still effective before?"

"It's hard to kill them, but at least it hurts them. Shooting them with a few more arrows will still be useful." Noura replied.

But now, in Carl's opinion, these guys are not afraid of pain at all, and it seems that their combat effectiveness will not be reduced because of injuries.

While Karl was thinking, Noura took action. She swooped down on her white horse and rushed into the battlefield. As she rushed, she turned back and shouted to the old woman:

“Mother-in-law, you are responsible for protecting Karl!”

"Little girl, you are still so impulsive~" The old woman sighed helplessly, then took out two wolf skulls from the tent, placed them on the ground, and began to chant obscure spells to the bones. As the old woman's voice continued to rise, the two skulls moved and opened their bloody mouths. Behind the skulls, a complete body and limbs began to appear, but that body was in the form of a translucent ghost, not a real object, but it was able to drag the heavy skull and run to Carl.

Then Karl heard the old woman say to the two ghost wolves with only skulls:

"Xiao Zuo and Xiao You, protect Viscount Karl."

The two wolves howled, as if they understood what the old woman said.

On the other side, Noura was attacking the orcs from both sides. Unlike ordinary cavalrymen, her ice spears could easily pierce through the orcs. And every time she released her ice magic, she could directly freeze the enemies that rushed over. Soon, several orcs fell at her feet. She was still so powerful, like a monster. Even the orcs were no match for her. However, there were too many opponents, and Noura was the only one who could fight. As the saying goes, two fists cannot beat four hands. More and more orcs surrounded her, and they focused all their attacks on the Snow Princess, even ignoring the surrounding cavalry.

This won't work. No matter how strong Nura is, she won't be able to hold out for long. At this moment, Nura suddenly gave up fighting. She used her horseback riding advantage to quickly leave the battlefield, then raised her ice spear and chanted an ancient spell. As she chanted, the temperature in the air dropped suddenly, and the cold air spread quickly. A huge ice storm quickly condensed in the sky and rolled towards the orc army.

The ice storm howled, enveloping the orcs. The huge figures gradually slowed down in the cold wind, and a thick layer of frost quickly formed on their skin. The ice spear in Nura's hand pointed forward, and the power of ice and snow continued to surge out. The entire battlefield seemed to be shrouded in winter.

The orcs' actions were curbed. They moved with difficulty in the ice storm. The ice on their bodies made them move slowly and even their skin began to become fragile. The cavalry also seized the opportunity and quickly organized a counterattack.

"Attack now!" Akitila shouted and rushed into the enemy camp first.

The rest of the people also cheered up and rushed towards the frozen orcs waving their scimitars. Ice chips flew in the flash of swords and shadows. They fought hard and killed the orcs one by one in the ice storm.

It was unknown how long the battle lasted. The storm was so strong that Carl could no longer see the specific situation. He just suddenly heard the old woman sighing and saying:

"Hey~ little girl, I'm sorry to embarrass her."

Then, about half a quarter of an hour later, the storm ended, the battle ended, leaving corpses everywhere on the ground, blood dyed the earth red, and the orcs retreated temporarily. They won, but at a heavy price.

Then Karl saw Nura riding the white horse back to the hillside. Her face was pale and there were beads of sweat on her forehead.

"Are you okay?" Carl asked.

"I'm used to it." The other party replied.

Karl was stunned for a moment, then suddenly thought of something and said:

"The magic just now...if you had used it when attacking Rickburg, I'm afraid you would have taken it down long ago."

"Yes." Noura replied bluntly.

"Then why..."

"This is the last resort. I will never use it unless it is absolutely necessary." She said, "As for the reason..."

Just as she was speaking, Carl noticed a strange phenomenon. The girl's white hair was turning black. Not only her hair, but also her beauty and eyelashes were gradually turning from white to black. After all these changes were over, she had completely turned back into a beautiful girl with an iconic Asian face.

"your hair……"

"She has temporarily lost her strength..." the old woman answered first, "It will take a long time for her to recover."

Noura snorted coldly, then said to Karl:

"That's why!"