Chapter 289 Cat Claw Tribe and Kaquan Clan

It’s November, 1404 in the human calendar, the beginning of winter.

In the northern part of the Hedley Empire, in the Amos Great Plains, there is an orc camp.

It was night, and Sajiliel, half-clad in battle armor, was sitting in the tent, lighting an oil lamp and sewing a piece of clothing carefully.

"Lord Lil!"

At this moment, a strong cat-eared orc rushed into the camp: "Soldiers are ready!"

"what……"

The trembling voice of the orc warrior startled Sajiliel, and she accidentally pricked the needle on her finger.

Without changing her expression, she stuffed the half-sewn clothes into the mezzanine layer of the armor. Sajeel stood up, nodded to the orc and said:

"Okay, you go out first, I'll be right back."

"Yes!"

After responding, the orc turned and left the camp.

After the orcs left, Sajiliel raised the hand that had just been pricked by the needle, stretched out her pink tongue and licked the blood drops on it, took a deep breath, and walked out of the tent.

Outside the camp, a group of orc knights on horseback stood neatly in the snow, either holding giant axes or holding broadswords, full of wild power.

At first glance, except for the ears and tails, these orcs have the same characteristics as humans. However, many of the orcs' muscles are exposed despite being in the cold winter, which shows that they have stronger power than humans. .

Sajiriel held up a long knife that she was not used to using anyway, looked behind her, then looked at the soldiers in front of her again, and said in a deep voice:

"Not long ago, the scouts came to report that the vanguard of the Kaquan clan has camped not far in front of us, and now, the leader of our Cat Claw tribe is leading the clan members to migrate in full swing. Our mission is to move them here. Stop this striker!"

Hearing this, the warriors of the Cat Claw tribe all became solemn in their eyes.

"It is true that I believe in your courage and strength, but the disastrous defeats caused by the previous conflicts with the Kaquan clan have caused our tribe to lose the strength to confront them head-on. With our current strength alone, it is impossible to defeat this clan. The vanguard stopped it, so..."

Having said this, Sajili'er glanced around at the warriors in front of her and said solemnly:

"I decided to take the initiative and attack the enemy camp at night!"

Hearing what Saji Lil said, the warriors of the Cat Claw tribe clenched their weapons, and their blood began to boil.

Warlikeness is always the nature of the orcs.

For the orcs, death is nothing more than returning to the arms of the Spirit King of the North.

After finishing speaking, Sajilier got on her horse and raised her long sword high. She already had the image of a bit of a sassy female general:

"Fighters, follow me and charge!"

"Rumble--"

The sound of majestic horse hooves caused the ground to tremble, and the snow on countless branches was shaken to the ground.

Sajili'er led the elite warriors of the Cat Claw tribe and rushed in one direction, their horses' hooves kicking up countless snow dust.

After running for a while, Sajili'er saw the enemy's camp from a distance and shouted loudly: "Kill!!"

"Rosa!!"

The orcs uniformly shouted charging slogans in orc language, and charged towards the enemy's camp with great momentum.

The two orcs picked up their bows and arrows, and accurately shot the enemies on the watchtower. Then the remaining orcs were so powerful that they slashed the enemies patrolling at the entrance of the camp in half with their swords, and pierced the enemy's camp like spears!

A vanguard orc cut off the flag in the center of the camp with a knife, then raised it and roared excitedly.

But after Sajilil rushed into the camp, looking at the inexplicably deserted camp, she felt something was not right.

"Lord Lil!"

An orc rode his horse and came to Li'er: "This camp is too deserted. There are almost no people except the old, weak, sick and disabled on patrol. Even the camp tents are empty!"

Hearing this, Sajili's pupils shrank, and she immediately reined in her horse and turned around: "Everyone, evacuate here!!"

As Sajiril finished speaking, countless firelights lit up on the high slopes around the camp, and a circle of figures towered over them, surrounding the warriors of the Cat Claw tribe!

A black-skinned orc with a stubble on his face and a pair of horns stepped forward and looked at Sajiliel below. A greedy look flashed in his eyes, but he did not talk trash, but waved his hand:

"Fire arrows!"

Immediately afterwards, countless rockets were shot out, instantly igniting the entire camp, and the dazzling flames lit up the night sky!

The horses became restless when illuminated by the fire and began to lose control.

At the same time, another round of arrows rained down, and several orcs were hit by arrows and fell to the ground.

Seeing this, Sajili'er gritted her teeth and said, "Everyone, move out from the original route!!"

The black-skinned orc who gave the order laughed ferociously: "Do you think you can escape?"

There was another sound of horse hoofbeats, and Sajili'er followed the sound and saw the cavalry of the Kaquan clan killing them from outside the entrance of the camp.

Turning her head to look at the black-skinned orc who was giving orders above, a flash of hatred flashed in Zakiri's eyes, and she said the name of the enemy who killed her father with a voice that almost broke her teeth:

"Brother Black Ni!"

Brother Heini couldn't stop laughing: "I never thought that old man Shamalo would have a beautiful daughter like you. How about you becoming my concubine and I not killing you and your tribe?"

As soon as these words came out, the warriors of the Cat Claw tribe could no longer listen: "Lord Li'er, fight out!"

"Charge out! Lord Lil!!"

Covering up the hatred in her heart, Sajeelil shouted loudly: "Everyone, fight out with me!"

"kill!!"

Braving the rain of arrows, the warriors of the Cat Claw tribe reined up their horses and collided fiercely with the charging enemies. The sounds of steel clashing resounded through the night sky.

In a blink of an eye, it was morning, and the sun was rising, illuminating the land of Amos Plain.

Exhausted, Sajili'er led the defeated soldiers who broke out of the encirclement and ran desperately on the snowy field.

Behind, Brother Black Ni was still leading the cavalry in hot pursuit.

Sajiliel on horseback raised her head, staring intently at the canyon that seemed to rise out of the ground in the snowfield directly in front of her, and galloped all the way there.

Along the way, horses fell to the ground from time to time. The orc warriors who fell off their horses swung their weapons to stop the enemies behind them without thinking, but their heads were chopped off in an instant.

And every time he killed an orc, Brother Black Ni would make the cavalry cheer in unison to undermine the morale of the Cat Claw tribe.

Finally, Sajiriel led the cavalry and rushed into the canyon.

"Do you think you can escape by hiding in a narrow place? Soldiers, the elites of the Cat Claw tribe are all here! Kill them!!"

Brother Hei Ni smiled ferociously, as if he had already caught Sajili'er in the palm of his hand.

At this moment, Brother Hei Ni suddenly noticed that there seemed to be waves of vibrations coming from all around.