The breeze blew across the grass, and the smell of blood gradually dissipated.
The noon sun was a bit poisonous, and the green eyes were dotted with red blood from the corpses, as if silently announcing the seeds of violence contained in this peaceful grassland.
After the battle just now, the tired horse needs to rest for a while. The map in Rody's mind told him that the group of people was far away from the camp just now, and they would not encounter other threats for the time being, so after recovering the arrows that could be recovered, he also began to sort out the spoils.
It took a long time for the soldiers to calm down from the tension and excitement. Carter led them to cut off the heads of all the orcs, and at the same time cut off the tails of the wargs and peeled off their furs—this is to prove the identity of the other party. After all, a scouting team killed the 8-man Wolf Cavalry scouting team without any damage. Few people would believe it immediately.
Rody took two orc scimitars from the confiscated weapons as trophies. It stands to reason that the captain Carter should come first to pick the trophies, but no one had any objections to this at this time, and Carter was even more straightforward. Expressed his admiration and recognition in front of the team members.
Of course, Carter knew it was because of the young man in front of him that he had encountered orcs twice and survived till now. Although he could choose to accept Rody's military merits like yesterday, but now when he faced these orcs again, he realized that it is better to gallop on the battlefield with his comrades than to live in the vanity brought by fake merits. Charge fearlessly against the enemy...
After the real experience of killing orcs, he realized that the so-called "honor" in his previous outlook on life was too ridiculous.
Roddy, who was thinking about giving up the credit, didn't say his thoughts because of Carter's attitude. In fact, the plan in his mind was too huge, and just one night was not enough for him to completely clear his mind. But he was very clear about the purpose of dealing with the orcs. Thinking of this, Rody roughly understood his next route.
He looked at Carter and the other scouts who were still a little excited, and he knew the joy in these people's hearts, but for his next goal, Rody decided to pour cold water on them—
"For the orcs, I have many ways to deflate them, but what I want to say is...how many orcs can our team stop? Kill eight wolf knights today, and tomorrow they may have eight or even eighteen people Come on. Everyone can see what they are planning. The camp they saw today has already represented that they are officially preparing to extend their minions to the Karen Kingdom. Today, we are lucky to win, but... what about the future?"
His tone was very calm, very indifferent, but with an inexplicable cruel taste. The scouts who were originally in high spirits were stunned for a moment, and the flame that had just ignited in their hearts seemed to be extinguished with a "chuck".
They stared blankly at Rody, showing expressions of bewilderment.
"I know it's inappropriate to say this, but...Second Lieutenant Sordin is destined not to bring the so-called reinforcements, and the kingdom will not pay attention to some 'friction' in places like ours at this moment. In the eyes of those lords, what we did Everything—including fighting for the honor of the kingdom through life and death, is just a drama in their eyes..."
Thinking of those scenes in the previous game, Roddy couldn't help but feel a little depressed—at that time, the border was frequently attacked, but Houlier City never made an effective counterattack. In the end, when all the surrounding villages were slaughtered by the orcs, The gates of the city of Seoul dare not even open to let refugees enter for refuge...
Later, the city was destroyed and the family was destroyed, and the mourning was everywhere.
"You...are joking...how could this be? The evidence of these orcs and wolf cavalry will definitely make people feel strange..." Although Carter said so, but recalled his few experiences of contacting the "upper class". It's true that I don't know what to do... Those nobles who eat, drink and have fun all day long don't seem to care about the life and death of these small characters.
"Of course, these are all my inferences. Captain Carter, today's mission should be considered complete, right? Why don't we go back and hear about Second Lieutenant Sordin? Seeing so many orc heads, he should reward us with some wine money." .”
Rody knew that he couldn't let the atmosphere of the team become too negative all of a sudden, so he hung two thick scimitars on the side of the saddle, and changed his tone to change the topic. Carter understood, didn't say anything more, got on his horse silently, and led the team back to Nolan Village.
Although they won the battle, the scouts who should have been excited and excited were a little silent. Rody on the horseback looked a little indifferent. He followed the team silently. Although he didn't distance himself from the others, he always gave people a sense of loneliness.
This may be the unique temperament of every ranger.
"Can I save this country?"
The reborn Roddy was thinking about this slightly complicated and huge problem. He listed his own advantages: the enviable terrifying archery skills, the deep understanding of those historical events, the almost massive knowledge of various aspects of this game, the memory of all the changes in this kingdom in the next ten years...these Speaking of it, it can make Roddy a "sharp weapon" to make a big punch soon.
But recalling that killing the eight lowest-level wolf cavalry today required him to use all his strength, Rody couldn't help but feel a little shaken in his heart—not to mention the hundreds of thousands of orcs, the issue of the lords in the Karen Kingdom alone was enough to make him His head is as big as a bucket... Can such a huge country change the trajectory of its history because of such a variable
Can I really be that butterfly flapping its wings
...
For Nolan Village, this is just a peaceful day among countless days.
Old Finch's collie was barking, excited by the sound of horses' hooves returning from the distant scouts. The setting sun slowly fell into the horizon, and there was smoke from cooking. I don’t know who was making cheese. The slightly sour and smelly smell wafted far away, but it made several children in the village salivate. Stan, the blacksmith, was still knocking. Dick from the Quartermaster Department secretly drank two sips of Aunt Susan's ale, and lay down on the straw stack next to the warehouse with his belly full and straw in his mouth, lost in thought.
Compared with the past, the only surprise today may be that the scout team returned to the village two hours later than before.
When the scouts on horses entered the village entrance, many people inexplicably raised their heads and cast their eyes on this group of soldiers who seemed to be different from usual.
When Carter returned with a sack of orc heads, the villagers had already sensed a glimmer of cloud over the border, but now, when they saw the solemn seven scouts get off their horses and remain silent, they couldn't help but feel their hearts tighten slightly. — Did something happen again
The orc's head was no longer in a pocket, but was strung naked with a rope. The soldiers participated in the charge and hand-to-hand combat, and there was a trace of murderousness on their bodies. Their faces were no longer slack and laughing than before, but only dignified and chilling.
Among these people, one person stood out abnormally. The seven scouts got off their horses, but none of them immediately unloaded their equipment. He also looked at Rody almost instinctively, as if waiting for an order.
This is prestige, the soldiers who fought in the battle of life and death always have such confidence in the strong.
"What are you looking at me for?" Rody blinked, but he lost the seriousness he had on the battlefield before. He looked at his comrades innocently, shrugged and said, "We're home, everyone, let's have a good rest. Let's see what happened to Second Lieutenant Suoding explain."
This sentence was like a disbandment order, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Even Captain Carter did not have any objection to Roddy's behavior like giving orders. He looked at the scattered scouts, picked up the head of the orc and the tail of the warg, and stood there for a moment, as if he had made some decision in his heart, he stepped up to catch up with Rody, expressing that he would take him to find Second Lieutenant Sodin.
"Hey! Carter! Did you meet an orc again?!"
A few soldiers from the scout team passed by, and when they saw the eight orc heads pierced together, they immediately opened their eyes and shouted in surprise, and then the whole scout team came over to watch. Not far away, Luge, who was sitting in the corner, sat silently on the periphery, squinting his eyes and looking at this side.
In the past, Carter would definitely tell everyone how dangerous today's battle is with a loud voice. After all, in terms of eloquence, he is the best in the entire scout team. But at this time, Carter didn't seem to brag at all—after experiencing this battle, he had subconsciously restrained himself a lot, and the life-and-death battle he had just experienced had left an indelible impression in his mind, so regarding vanity, Instead, he no longer paid attention to it as before.
Waving his hand to indicate that it was okay, Carter didn't even want to answer, so he and Roddy walked into the courtyard where Second Lieutenant Sodin was.
His behavior of walking beside Rody unconsciously made Luge, who still had bruises on his face, narrow his eyes slightly. The veteran spat, wanting to say something like "spineless", But then I saw those black warg tails next to a bunch of orc heads—
"Wolf...wolf cavalry..."
The pain in his body hadn't gone away, but at this moment Ruge forgot to hate Roddy for a moment. He stared at the wolf tail dangling in Carter's hand with a stiff expression, and for a moment his words got stuck in his throat.
Some terrible scenes in memory came to mind, making this veteran who always liked to curse his lips pursed, and then fell silent.