Steel, Guns and the Industrial Party Across the World Chapter 446

A bullet ended Gunther's charge.

The bullet hit his left arm, the arm that held the shield.

Now he knew that not even his own metal shield could stop that evil wand.

At the moment of being hit, although I felt pain, it was not the expected severe pain.

He only felt a huge impact force entering his body, like being hit hard with a sledgehammer, followed by a sense of numbness.

However, after a few breaths, a strong burning sensation came from his left arm, and the pain began to intensify suddenly, as if wasps were constantly biting his arm, seemingly without end.

Gunther resisted the severe pain and wanted to raise his arm, but then it was as if the arm was disconnected from his body, and he felt empty and unable to exert any strength.

The shield had already been dropped from his hand and fell to the ground, and his body also slammed. After losing his balance, he fell down and rolled down the hillside.

"Lord Gunther!"

The orcs who were still intact saw that the young master was injured, and they no longer cared about dealing with humans, and went to rescue Gunther one after another.

Matthew held up the musket, endured the choking smell of smoke, and took a deep breath.

You could see he was lucky enough to hit a big shot.

He couldn't help but kissed the musket in his hand. Sure enough, the firing rate of the matchlock gun was stable. If they were carrying flintlock guns, the terrible misfire rate would definitely drive him crazy! No, maybe he was rushed up and hacked to death by the orcs before he got mad.

Also thank you for the good weather today, no rain.

The pressure on the human position was very light. A few orcs broke through the obstacles and jumped into the trench (let's call it that for now), and were killed with swords by the members of the exploration team who had a numerical advantage.

The orcs were really strong, and even the dying struggle injured many people, and they shot out terrifying and fierce eyes with their eyes closed.

And those orcs who gave up attacking at the bottom of the hill dragged their companions who were still breathing, and ran away angrily until they disappeared in the dense forest when they came.

"Victory! We have won!"

"We actually defeated the orcs!"

Huge cheers erupted in the "trench".

These orcs, who were once described by humans in exaggerated language, were the monsters used by the grandmothers in the Northwest Bay to scare their grandchildren who would not sleep well, and they were defeated by them.

The team members stepped out of the shallow depression to check the orcs who were killed. Their guide, the dwarf Imar, came to help actively and enthusiastically. If he encountered a weak breath, he would decisively end the pain with a knife.

They found a total of 18 orc corpses, 10 of whom were only wrapped in animal skins, 6 of them wore armor made of bones, and only 2 of them wore chain armor and one wore scale armor.

"Their iron smelting skills are not very good? So metal is very precious in the orc tribe."

Emaar explained it this way.

"Of course, even if they are all wearing metal armor, they probably won't be useful in front of your wands."

At this time, the dwarves have completely extinguished their thoughts of looting human property.

Now what he thinks in his mind is how to lead human beings to another secret road, which is a dead end right now. Well, what reason should I think of to explain?

How about sneaking away while they were fast asleep? No, there is still a bag of silver coins waiting for me.

Gunther's idiot who underestimated the enemy has already cost him a lot of wealth, and he can't even lose this bag of silver coins.

As the members of the exploration team cleaned the battlefield and treated the wounds, the sun gradually faded away and night fell quietly.

People pitched tents and lit bonfires. Unfortunately, they lost three of their reindeer in the fight.

In front of Stanford, Emaar the dwarf drew a line on the ground with a branch.

"Humans, I think we should go another route."

Stanford: "Why?"

"I'm afraid that if I continue to walk along this route, I may encounter other orcs who are ambushing on the road. These **** savages actually broke into our sacred territory of dwarves, and the mountains are no longer safe."

After the day's fighting, the dwarves spoke to them much more kindly.

"You mean the orcs in the forest are starting to invade Rocky Mountain?"

"It's entirely possible, you just don't know if it's a large-scale invasion or a small-scale harassment."

"In this case, other routes may not be safe, and there may be orcs coming out."

"But it's still less likely than the current road where orcs have already appeared."

Stanford rubbed his chin, "Let me think about it."

He always felt that today's attack was a bit strange.

At this time, he heard someone yelling, and when he looked up, he was terrified all over his body.

Dots of flames emerged from a distance, more and more, getting closer.

"Is it the orcs? Their large army is coming. We should have moved earlier."

Stanford was very regretful, how could he forget this.

"Wait! That's..." the dwarf Imaar yelled.

"That's not an orc! It's a dwarf, a dwarf of Clan Hammer. Human, listen carefully..."

Emaar rolled his eyes and had an idea. He said to Stanford quickly: "If you want to cross the mountain safely, you have to explain to them according to my words."

"Let's say I—a dwarf—was hunted down by orcs, and you rescued me after passing by. And then you demanded..."

^0^ "This... Can this be fooled?"

"Hey, aren't the eighteen corpses next to you proof?"

Stanford scratched his head, "Okay, let's say that in a while. But those of your kind won't fight us as soon as they come up, right?"

Emaar patted his chest, "Don't worry, you are only on the periphery, you haven't really entered Rocky Mountain yet, we dwarves are not a bloodthirsty race... most of them."

"Emaar! It's you bastard!"

The leading dwarves recognized Imaar, and so did Stanford, the very first dwarf in the Bloodbull tribe to reject him.

"Oh! My dear brother, I was almost torn alive by dozens of orcs and savages. How did you find this place?"

Barash said seriously, "The rangers heard roars and strange noises from orcs nearby in the afternoon. Did some orcs really come here?"

"Yes! A large group!" Emaar waved his hands exaggeratedly.

"Innumerable orcs emerged from the dense forest like a tide. Fortunately, my ax is not a vegetarian, and the passing humans also helped a little."

"Then how did you get here? This road..."

Emaar covered Balash's mouth, glanced at Stanford and saw that there was nothing unusual, and explained in a low voice in Balash's ear: "I can't lead them to the right path, can I? I am the hammer The hero of the clan, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com will reward me with several jars of fine wine when I go back."

Barash ignored Emaar's boast and turned to look at Stanford.

"Humans, why are you here?"

"Uh…"

"Crossing the Rocky Mountains, right? I remember you were looking for guides all over the world in the blood cow tribe."

"I admit."

Barash did not continue to interrogate, but went to check the body of the orc. There was indeed fierce fighting here.

Stanford followed and said, "I hope you can give us some pointers on our way back home."

The dwarf hesitated for a moment and said, "Okay! After all, you saved our clansman, and he is still my relative. But you have to ask the clan leader for permission."

Stanford memory ecstasy, there is a show.

Dear, this chapter is over, I wish you a happy reading! ^0^

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