Uncle Zhou did not die with one soldier, and took only half a day to capture the orc stronghold. When he led the team to station here, he first went to confirm the grain storage in the cellar that Rubio found.
The cellar was in the main house of the leader Schroeder, and Rubio personally guided Zhou Qingfeng. It is built quite concealed, the ground is closed with wooden planks, and then covered with a thick layer of soil.
If it weren't for Zhou Qingfeng's stinky attack that was too fierce and defeated the defense of the barbarian's will in one fell swoop, he would really not be able to find it just by looking for it.
At the site of the cellar, the soil layer was planed away, and the enclosed wooden planks were also dug away. There was a hill of wheat flour in sack. After only a rough inventory, the food problem that Zhou Qingfeng had been hanging in his heart was finally alleviated.
Don't panic in your heart with grain in your hand!
Rubio followed Zhou Qingfeng and asked in a low voice, "Master, no one knows this batch of food except us now."
"Publish this news." Zhou Qingfeng understood Rubio's meaning, but he said firmly: "Tell everyone in the camp that we have enough food to support a week."
"But... this is our food."
"As long as I can make others use it for me, I don't mind being taken advantage of. Tonight's food is richer, and the bread does not need to be mixed with sawdust. It must make everyone eat and be happy, just to celebrate today Victory."
Rubio has been playing for Zhou Qingfeng for several days, witnessing the unique and magical abilities of young people.
Not to mention that there is no one in the Black Forest who can match the abilities of His Excellency Hugo. Even in Coldwind City, Rubio had never seen a nobleman who was more intelligent and leader than Zhou Qingfeng.
When the orc stronghold was blown down, Rubio could hardly restrain his urge to take refuge. He hopes to use the knowledge and abilities he has accumulated throughout the years as a stepping stone to advancement and follow a truly powerful but not well-known nobleman.
The uniqueness of Zhou Qingfeng is only experienced by those who contact him. Someone else hides some good things, but he wants to take it out and share it with everyone. Others take him as a fool, and he still enjoys it.
Seeing Rubio's incomprehension, Zhou Qingfeng had to explain, "Being a leader is to let his subordinates keep taking advantage, inspire their fighting enthusiasm, and at the same time prevent their greed from over-expansion. There is no way for a petty person to be the boss."
Different positions have different ways of thinking. Rubio was struck by lightning again, as if a new world had been opened in his mind. Although he was extremely reluctant, he seemed to understand a little bit of Zhou Qingfeng's principle of doing things, and he was trying to find an explanation for this principle.
At the same time, the fighting in the orc stronghold spread to the mortar pit.
'Thorns' tracked Zhou Qingfeng to the Iron Mine Valley, but failed to get rid of the young man. Before he could find a chance to strike again, a few days later, an army of hundreds of people came out of the Iron Ore Valley, and pointed directly at the orc stronghold.
Most of the Magru tribe's energy was thinking about how to take down the hard-bone white crow camp, but unexpectedly another wave of forces appeared in the Black Forest and stabbed itself directly from behind.
Before the settlement was encircled, Schroeder reported to Zul Greyhide in the mortar pit, saying that there was a wave of overwhelming trifles running to find a dead end. He didn't ask for reinforcements at all, just a notification.
The old goblin shaman didn't take Schroeder's announcement seriously. It is having a headache for the white crow camp that cannot be attacked for a long time. The Magru tribe obviously has a large number of goblins, but it has never been able to exert much strength.
But when the stinking thorny'thorn' escaped from the orc stronghold in an embarrassing manner, it arrived in the mortar pit occupied by the goblins in the afternoon. After some notification...
"The orc stronghold was taken? The enemy has hundreds of adventurers as the main force? There are trebuchets?" Zul Grayhide was frightened and angry when he heard the news.
In the dark and cold camp hall echoed with bursts of sound, bursting and low. Layers of sound continued to clash, "Thorns" felt his chest feel stuffy, vomiting blood-if I had known this, I shouldn't have come back to report.
'Thorns' regretted his death in his heart. He was losing his life by the anger that was accompanied by mental shock, and he felt that the light in front of him was dimmed. The goblin shaman squatting on his back suddenly appeared in front of him, with the skeleton technique in his hand. The stick pointed to his head.
No..., "Thorns" only had time to shout so half, as if he had been caught in the hold spell, he couldn't move—under the touch of the skeleton staff, the memory in his brain was extracted by shaman witchcraft. , Projected in the hall.
The memory of'thorns' began to look back. First, he played the stink bomb on the wall of the orc stronghold and his head became dizzy, then he was assassinated in the dark night of the Iron Mine Valley, and then the ambush trap when he first met.
Zhou Qingfeng and'Thorns' only contacted this three times, and each meeting was very short. But the old and ugly goblin shaman looked ugly the more he looked.
"How did that young man do it?" The old shaman was solemn and solemn, covered in black robe, without any wind. "When the kid just arrived at the White Crow Camp, he obviously didn't understand anything. After only half a month's effort, he Brought an army to attack us."
Because of his evil power, Zul Grayskin's eyes became blood red, full of chaos and fear. It stared at Zhou Qingfeng's face in the memory projection, and asked incomprehensibly.
'Thorns' couldn't answer, he had already been hit by the hold technique.
The old shaman said to himself: "If the young man really commanded hundreds of adventurers to kill, it would be really difficult to deal with. Now there is a shortage of manpower everywhere, and there is no force to fight another battle."
Zul Greyhide is a fifth-level shaman sacrifice, which is already a master in the second and third-level black forest. The skeleton staff in its hand is a very good piece of equipment, ensuring that it has a certain advantage in any battle scene.
But even so, the old goblin shaman was unwilling to face the siege of a large group of enemies-and because of Zhou Qingfeng's troubles, the victory that the Magru tribe thought could easily be achieved, is now more and more distant.
"I have to meet this young man in person and feel how powerful he is. If I can, I hope to have his head cut off. No matter what his origin, the ancestral spirit will love his blood and soul. "
The goblin shaman let out a quack of irritable laughter, not because of happiness, but extremely angry. Under the torches in the hall, a huge and terrifying shadow flashed behind his rickety body, which twisted and danced with its laughter.
"And you trash..." The old shaman looked back at the'thorns' who collapsed on the ground, "You humans always lose their position because of greed. Since you have taken refuge in our Magru tribe , Shouldn't let down my expectations."
'Thorns' was stiff, but his eyes were still rolling, but he wanted to beg but couldn't do it. He could only watch the goblin shaman point the skeleton staff at him with a cruel smile.
Zul Greyhide sneered and said: "The incompetent loser is not qualified to live and become an undead assassin. You will become stronger."
A single tap of the skeleton staff quickly deprived the'thorns' of the vitality, his skin instantly turned pale and his eyes lost luster.
Before death, fear and hatred filled the thief's brain. Evil power permeated his body, his skin broke, flesh and blood opened, bone spurs became prominent, and his entire body was instantly alienated.