"I?"
Suo Deluoer was a little dazed, not to mention him, and Luge on the side was also not very comfortable with such questions—in their view, Rody, who was in a leading position, had to be "unambiguous" at such a time. In the kingdom's tradition, roles such as staff and military advisers do exist, but the commander always makes decisions on his own after listening to their suggestions, and has never heard of anyone who would take the initiative to "consult" opinions from others.
For a commander, such behavior usually means that he is "not confident", and even shows that he is "incompetent". Obviously, in the eyes of soldiers in this era, "arbitrary and arbitrary" is a manifestation of "wisdom and courage".
"I... I don't know, I-I don't want to talk casually about such a question."
Although he is a descendant of a nobleman, after so long fighting, Soderol has long been used to only follow Rodi's lead. He shook his head, expressing that he had no objection.
Seeing Suo Deluoer's reaction, Rody understood that this habit cannot be corrected in a short time, so he said in a low voice: "Then do one more investigation before the attack tomorrow. If there is no problem, make this the last attack point." .”
Such an order made Suo Deluoer and Luge get used to it. After the three finalized the plan for tomorrow's action, Rody let them return to their tent to rest. Using a spell to stop the ring's lighting, he lifted the curtain of the tent, exhaled slowly after confirming that the soldiers on duty at night were not slacking off, loosened the taut safari leather armor, and lay down on the uneven cushion.
The noise of raindrops falling on the tent echoed in the ears, and the humid air made the skin uncomfortable. This kind of life is definitely hard for the otaku who originally lived in the modern society. But obviously, Roddy has quickly adapted to his role, gradually breaking away from those obstacles in his original thinking, and gradually integrating into this world.
Reaching out his hand, he touched the cloth bag on the side, which contained some herbs that he had picked before. Although Rody hadn't practiced alchemy before crossing, he had learned the most basic "herb gathering". Because he is a lone traveler, he is very familiar with the necessary skills for survival in the wild. These "acanthus leaves" picked off at will are not advanced things. Their effect is to increase the movement speed of the mount by 5% within one hour.
It was at this time that he remembered that although the beastman kingdom was barren, it had one extremely valuable specialty: herbs.
In the southern part of the Nehemiah Grassland, in the Gondola Mountain area with mountains and rivers, those precious herbs are scarce resources that the Karen Kingdom cannot have at all, and further south is the undead Tasman Empire—and That's where the "soul extraction potion" originated, and the medicinal materials used to make the antidote in Rody's impression happened to be located in the area of the orc kingdom.
Do you want to find some time to take a look
As soon as he had this idea, he remembered that his level of "herb gathering" was not enough to successfully dig out that high-level herb—"herb gathering" was not enough to pull weeds as hard as weeds, the more precious For herbs, the more time-consuming and laborious it is to collect them, if the level is not enough, it is very likely that digging for a few days will fail because a root is broken.
Forget it, think again.
Calling up the character attribute bar and looking at it, Rody showed a satisfied expression—because within four days, his level has been raised to level 7 and he has pre-stored enough experience to rise to level 8!
Quests like "raid on the orc village" were rewarded with extremely exaggerated experience points because the enemy was completely wiped out and the team had zero deaths. Therefore, this trip was really smooth for Rody and couldn't be smoother.
Because it went well, Rody couldn't help but think of other possibilities...
"Saluota... If there is a chance, should we get rid of him first?"
Thinking of the cruelty and cunning of the witch doctor chief in the future, he couldn't help thinking whether he should kill him first—but seeing that there was still some distance from the threshold of level 10, Rody finally sighed and gave up. idea.
"If there is a chance to drag them all to the swamp, maybe it is still possible..."
Amid the sound of raindrops, Roddy fell into a deep sleep.
...
At the same moment, just outside the "Cossack" village that Rody had just pointed out on the map, a large group of wolf cavalry suddenly tore through the rain in the dark night and rushed into the village on a muddy road.
The muffled sound of a warg running was not as loud as a warhorse, but it did not have an intimidating aura. The orc soldiers who had been resting and sleeping in the tent stuck their heads out in astonishment. They ran out in a panic, and collectively bowed their heads to meet the team that suddenly appeared.
The strong wolf cavalry didn't bother to wear rain cloaks, so they were almost drenched in the heavy rain, but because of this, their bodies became stronger like iron towers.
The six wolf cavalry who opened the way went straight to the largest tent in the village, turned over and jumped off the wolf, and shouted to the orcs bowing in the heavy rain in front of them: "Salute to Lord Sarota!"
"Long live the Hammer of Rohar!"
The shouts of all the orcs were not very neat, but they were full of momentum.
The largest and most comfortable tent was requisitioned immediately, and the wolf cavalry who poured into the village were divided into two teams, inside and outside, and in the center, two figures leaped from the wolf... Far away, the soldiers waiting in the rain could hear The sound of the wooden staff colliding with the bone dice came faintly amidst the sound of rain.
The slender Sarota in a cloak walked in front, and the figure of Sauron followed behind with a respectful expression.
Two wolf cavalry raised their hands and lifted the curtain of the tent, letting them bend down and walk into the lighted tent—Sarota then raised his cane, and Sauron immediately raised his hands and bent over to take it, gently Put it on the weapon rack aside, then took the cloak that Sarota took off, and ran forward and back like a servant. After everything was done, he stood respectfully in front of Sarota again.
At this time, Sa Luota was already sitting in front of the simple wooden table, whispering: "Sit down and talk."
The atmosphere in the tent fell silent.
"I think you are also aware of what happened in the past few days. Tell me your opinion, Sauron."
Sarota handed Sauron a piece of linen, and the latter took it with both hands, gently wiped the rainwater from his body and forehead, pondered for a moment, and then replied in a low voice: "Teacher, they are very powerful, I think...we used to It seems to underestimate them."
"Well, keep talking."
Sitting casually in the tent, Sarota tapped the originally dim oil lamp with his fingertips. Under the mysterious power, the brightness of the light instantly increased by more than two times, but it could be seen that the witch doctor's expression at this time was quite similar. It looks a bit haggard than before...
"Chief Rohar thought those were the actions of the Bloodspear tribe, and I thought so too at the beginning. But since you let me inspect the scene myself, I understand that these cannot be done by the Bloodspear tribe." Sauron's words Very organized, very different from the rude and hurried language habits of other orcs, it can even be said to have a distinct "human" style - "The enemy is riding a warhorse, not a warg. Although the heavy rain covered most of the traces, but But the imprint of the horseshoe leaves a lot."
Sarota narrowed his eyes slightly, and began to rub a new bone dice between his fingers, "What else?"
"Also..." Sauron raised his eyes slightly, hesitated to speak, but finally said in a low voice: "They can do this, I'm afraid—I'm afraid Xhosa and the others..."
"Failed."
Sarota nodded, then fell silent.
From dispatching troops confidently to waiting for large-scale attacks and plunders with great anticipation—this is by no means a reckless plan that was thought up at will, and every step in it has detailed consideration and trade-offs. But even so, the orcs who were supposed to bring good news never came back...
Such a gap suddenly weighed on Sarotta's heart like a huge stone, making this resourceful orc extremely depressed.
How did it go wrong? !
He asked himself countless times, but he couldn't get an answer at all. It wasn't until the tribal villages suffered devastating blows one after another that he suddenly discovered... It turns out that those human beings who have no resistance in his eyes actually have something far more terrifying than the orcs. Courage and boldness!
I thought they were docile sheep, but now the other party suddenly grew sharp claws and fangs, and slaughtered them without warning... After such a thing happened, it was like being hit on the head by a solid iron rod , so that Sarota was ignorant within two days.
"...Leaving aside why they failed now, tell me what else you saw."
The fingertips continued to rub the dice, and Sarota's gaze remained downcast.
"Also...the fatal wound." Sauron took a breath, tried to recall the picture in his mind, and pointed to his neck, "Arrow wound, in the wolf cavalry team we encountered head-on, more than seven people were all one The arrows killed, and those arrows belonged to the same person. Such a powerful archery has never been heard in the whole kingdom, because our wolf cavalry has never been able to ride and shoot."
"Obviously, the human being that Xhosa was talking about... is here."
When Xhosa said these things, Sauron and Sarota just regarded each other as human beings who were lucky enough to get away with shit. They only thought that the other party was able to cause Xhosa to suffer heavy losses by relying on the dark night and sneak attack, but Now... when that figure shrouded the tribe in a posture of crushing everything, the oppressive force really made Sauron and Sarota a little breathless.
Although Sarota was depressed, it was not difficult to get rid of such negative emotions. He heaved a sigh of relief and was quite satisfied with Sauron's deduction. Turning to Sauron, he said: "These things can be said, which shows that you already understand how to think about problems. But in terms of details, I think you should see more things."
"The number of enemies is less than 30, and according to the reports of my subordinates, Bloodspear and our five villages have suffered devastating blows in the past few days, but the number of these humans has never decreased at all... This fact shows that Two things."
"First, before they came, they made sufficient preparations that we can't imagine; second, these soldiers are strong and have high morale, and they are not afraid of any battle."
"Morale.?"
The young Sauron raised his eyebrows, not quite understanding the term.