Skill Extraction: Exploring Dungeons-Chapter 710 - 626: Drive In! _2

But at least he was still rational; he knew this was no longer the world they once knew; their world had long been shattered.

The humans in front of him were not the eternally hostile humans they once knew.

At this moment, he watched as the human knights on the opposite side made way, allowing a Minotaur, dressed as a Shaman, to step forward.

This situation left him completely bewildered — a Minotaur Shaman was the leader of a group of human knights?

Is this what a different world is like?

The first look at people from another world had suddenly brought a strange impact to his worldview.

However, looking at the commander on the opposite side approaching alone, and assuming a posture akin to wanting to talk.

He thought for a moment, patted the giant wolf under him, and went forward.

"Commander!"

An orc behind him wanted to say something, but he interrupted with a wave of his hand.

"This is a necessary step. Be cautious."

Saying so, he slowly rode the giant wolf to meet them.

The Minotaur Shaman also came over.

When the two met, it was the Minotaur Shaman on Kane's side who spoke first: "Hello, you can call me White Horn. How should I address you?"

The commander looked at the Shaman in front of him and said, "Call me Long Teeth."

"General Long Teeth, we are all foreign races. In the initial period of mutual exchange and combat, I hope we can live peacefully together."

Listening to the Shaman's words, this commander frowned, looking at the Shaman in front of him and those heavily armored human cavalry behind him.

He nodded and said, "Of course, it should be so."

The two only chatted briefly before quickly separating.

After leaving, the commander's bristling hair finally relaxed.

The Shaman was very strong, and those human soldiers too were definitely capable of wiping out the soldiers behind him in a single charge.

It seems a change of direction is necessary, the commander thought.

Now, both sides are extremely wary. Knowing each other's general intention is sufficient; further communication can wait until after they become familiar with one another.

At the moment, there is no trust between both sides.

Then, each returned to their own troops, retreating while maintaining visibility of one another.

Not far away, the members of the Knight Order had already set up a camp here.

They had begun patrolling along the territory's border, emitting their aura without concealment.

The silver-level formations still presented considerable deterrence to the prying forces around them.

More members of the Knight Order had already been stationed at the border with the Ogre Territory.

Ironhoof led 500 members of the Knight Order here, guarding against irrational races attacking the territory.

He watched the pager in his hand, waiting for information from the Dark Servants.

The tiny machine looked even more miniaturized in his hand.

Suddenly, the machine emitted beeping sounds, and he immediately brought it up to check.

Upon seeing the information that came through on it, he immediately stood up.

"Everyone, prepare for battle!"

The message from the Dark Servants was that the ogres had dispatched a squad of over 100 vanguard troops and were already charging toward their territory.

Hearing Ironhoof's words, all members of the Knight Order immediately picked up their weapons, arranged their formation, and stood ready.

Soon enough, the enemy appeared in the forest opposite.

This was a group of creatures covered with gray-black skin and keratin.

Although they were humanoid, their limbs were long and lanky, with unusually broad palms and sharp claw-like talons.

Some had a single eye, while others had three; their mouths opened wide, clearly showing sharp teeth and a gray-yellow tongue that occasionally darted out to lick the surroundings.

A foul yellow stench of saliva dripped from their lips.

"What an ugly race."

Ironhoof looked at the enemy ahead, a look of disgust on his face.

A figure, three to four times larger than the other creatures, emerged, but compared to the others, this creature was on all fours.

On its back was something like a saddle, upon which sat one of its kin.

Compared to its kin, this one appeared to be like a commander or captain.

Its behavior was more sensible, more slender and lean compared to its race, with more proportionate limbs, more resembling a human form.

Compared to others of its kind, it had very sturdy armor, with a high rate of armor coverage.

In common with its kin, its hands had sharp claws extending from the palms, reaching lengths disproportionate to its body, longer than its kin's.

These slender claws gleamed with a metallic luster, and merely looking at them conveyed a sense of edginess.

Though the enemies appeared very strong and wicked,

Ironhoof wasn't overly worried, because details of these enemies had already been transmitted by the Dark Servants.

Most of these foes were of copper rank, with only about 10 of silver rank. The strongest was likely the one resembling a commander.

"Could food from other worlds be even tastier? My stomach is already growling."

The enemy commander emitted a hoarse, snake-like voice.

"Eating meat, delicious!"

"Food, blood!"

With his words echoing, his kin behind him also emitted some gibberish.

"Kill!"

The enemy commander waved his hand without hesitation and then led his soldiers, riding his kin, toward the Knight Order.

They had no intention to communicate.

Ironhoof watched the enemies approach, directly taking a totem pole from behind him and planting it on the ground.

He didn't recklessly attack the enemies.

When the enemies charged within two or three hundred meters of them.

"Shoot!"

A burst of brilliance flickered as 400 bow riders carrying bows and arrows suddenly sprang up around Ironhoof.

As they appeared, a volley of arrows shot directly at the enemy.

Then, nothing else followed.

When the arrows rained down, each arrow with immense piercing power accurately hit the enemy's head.

Since there were more arrows than enemies, several arrows stuck into each enemy's head.

As the arrow rain fell, all the enemies were directly annihilated, leaving only the enemy commander dumbstruck.

No way, because most of the ogres were of copper rank, with only about 10 of silver rank.

These silver ranks were directly given special attention, with no less than 10 arrows piercing their bodies.

The enemy commander stood frozen in place, several arrows he couldn't deflect still lodged in his arm.

The enemies' strength exceeded his imagination; weren't humans supposed to be mere food?

"Impossible, you are nothing but food, how could you be so powerful."

Ironhoof casually carried the totem, walked over leisurely, looked at this muttering enemy, and shook his head.

"What a vile race!"

After saying this, he swung the totem forcefully.

A massive force left the enemy with no way to resist, shattering them into pieces mid-air.

"So weak."

He spat on the ground, then leisurely carried the totem back.

"Start reconnaissance and defense around the territory's borders, don't let these vile creatures set foot on our homeland."

After Bonona, Ironhoof, and his sister White Horn also stepped into the golden phase.

After all, during their time in the dungeon, as the spirit of freedom, their strength had already reached its bottleneck, unable to rise further.

Just lagging slightly behind Bonona, that's all.