Start as Inherited Baroness

Several caravans following Simon's team also hurried to catch up.

And the group that was besieged by the orcs last night and almost destroyed brought some money and property to thank them.

Time flies, and it's evening again.

They have left the forest and set up camp in a flat wilderness.

Even if the orcs chase them again, it's easy to find them here without any cover, which makes it much easier to deal with.

Not long after, dozens of bonfires were lit in the camp, and each of them set up an iron pot to cook various oatmeal porridge.

Simon was sitting in a carriage, holding up a steel sword, looking at the red sunset, and admiring the beautiful scenery of the wilderness.

"My lord, look, there are dog-headed people and jackals wandering over there."

At this time, Mai Lan suddenly walked over and said worriedly.

"Huh? They dare to chase here?

Is it a new orc force?" Simon heard this and wondered in his heart.

Then he stood up, jumped off the carriage, and followed to observe.

There were indeed many gnolls and dog-headed men staring at the camp.

But they were very far away, and only small figures could be seen wandering in an area in the east.

"It's really haunting. If it continues like this, the Marquis will definitely have to send out a large army to clean it up."

Simon thought to himself.

He thought for a while and said, "Let all the cavalry get ready, let's go and take a look."

"Yes!" Mailan responded and immediately went to notify.

Soon, a total of more than 30 heavy cavalry and light cavalry were assembled, but Simon had not issued a combat order.

Now they are holding black beans to feed the horses. Generally, before the cavalry goes out, they will supplement the calories and nutrition of the war horses.

The food these horses eat is no less than that of the people riding horses.

At this time, Mai Lan led Simon's mount to his side and said respectfully: "Baron, your horse has been fed."

"Yes."

Simon took the reins, smiled and stroked the horse's neck and mane, and it snorted comfortably and was very obedient.

After a while, all the horses were fed and given some water.

Simon saw that everything was ready, so he shouted: "Get on the horse! Go!"

"Yes!" More than 30 cavalry responded and jumped on the horse.

Simon rushed out of the camp first, and the others followed closely behind, but after running for a while, he reached the center.

The other cavalry protected him in the middle, trying to avoid external harm.

The direction they ran was the group of orcs in the east.

"Captain Biru! They are coming! What should we do? Should we tell Lord Xihao?"

The jackals discovered this small group of cavalry at the first time, and the scout shouted nervously.

"Retreat! They are human cavalry! We can't deal with them!"

A relatively sturdy one-eyed gnoll roared at the fast-approaching cavalry.

"Yes! Retreat! Retreat!" As soon as the voice fell, hundreds of gnolls and dog-headed men turned and ran.

Not long after they ran away, the sound of arrows breaking through the air sounded behind them.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Ah!!

The arrows were not dense, but they were very accurate. At least five out of ten arrows could shoot down a gnoll or dog-headed man.

Looking at Simon's side, there were more than ten cavalrymen who were good at riding and shooting. At this time, they were riding horses and drawing bows and arrows.

When they rushed to the front of the orcs, they had already shot dozens of them dead with bows and arrows.

Afterwards, the cavalrymen picked up their cavalry guns and chased after the gnolls and dog-headed men, stabbing them to death one by one!

"Oh my god! They are chasing us so fast!?

Help! Help!!" The one-eyed leader of the jackals was running in front of them, shouting out of control.

It seemed that there were reinforcements, but Simon and others could not understand the language of the jackals.

This killing was too easy for Simon and the cavalry. They slaughtered hundreds of orcs without much effort.

They didn't even sweat when they sat on their horses.

"Stop!" Everyone was chasing, but Simon suddenly gave the order to stop.

Because there was a half-man-high grass in front, the situation was not clear, and it was unwise for the cavalry to rush in rashly.

These cavalry were all elite, so they could naturally follow orders. They slowed down, pulled the reins lightly, and stopped in front of the grass.

"Retreat! Go back!"

Simon observed for a moment and found that the grass was unusually quiet. He immediately suspected that there was a trick and gave the order.

Suddenly, everyone turned their horses around and prepared to return the same way.

However, at this moment, a fireball half the size of a head suddenly shot out from the bushes dozens of meters away.

It hit a heavy infantryman's back hard, knocking him staggering, but he didn't fall off his horse.

Everyone could hear the sound of the fireball whistling, so they all turned back to look.

Hundreds of jackals suddenly rushed out of the bushes, howling like ghosts and wolves and rushing towards them.

"Go!" Simon shouted, shook the reins immediately, sat on the warhorse and jumped out.

The same was true for others. Soon, more than 30 cavalrymen ran far away.

Hundreds of jackals chased behind, but the distance between the two sides was getting bigger and bigger.

This is the time to show the advantage of cavalry. In the era of cold weapons, mobility is invincible.

"Sacrifice! Are you still chasing? You can't catch up!"

The one-eyed jackal leader shouted to a thin jackal with a staff in his hand.

"Don't chase me anymore! Let's go back! It's such a bad luck today!" The guy panted and said angrily.

The jackal leader immediately shouted and conveyed the order: "Stop chasing! Go back! Go back!"

It didn't take long for the orcs to stop and start walking back.

"Lord Baron, they have stopped!" Mailan shouted to remind.

"Let's stop too!" Simon ordered.

"Stop! Stop!" The cavalrymen controlled their horses, stopped running, then turned around and looked at the jackals.

"Follow them and shoot them to death!" Simon observed for a moment and ordered.

"Yes!" The cavalryman who was good at riding and shooting immediately put on his bow and arrow and started shooting freely.

The horse under the seat was approaching the jackals at a trot and pace.

"ah!!"

"Leader Biru! They are here again! They are shooting at us with bows and arrows!"

The gnolls who were left behind immediately howled and started running away.

"Cunning human! Run!!"

...

With a sneer on his face, Simon and the cavalry drove them away unhurriedly as before. When all the arrows were shot, the horses were almost rested.

"Charge and kill!" When he saw that the fire was almost done, he raised his spear and shouted.

"Kill!!" The cavalry responded immediately, increased the speed of their horses, and began to charge.

"Ah!! Help! Grandma, help me..." The jackals ran back to the grass half a man tall, crying for their fathers and mothers one by one.

Bodies were left on the road.

"Hey, that's interesting!"

Simon saw that a jackal who had been stabbed to death was different from the others, with a staff-like wooden pole falling next to him.

He immediately used his mage's hand, took the wooden pole in his hand, and looked at it carefully.

"It is indeed a staff, but the manufacturing method is too crude, and it can only activate one spell, the fireball spell, which is not bad.

What an unexpected surprise! "Simon grinned, feeling happy.