As its name suggests, Boar's Tail Bay is surrounded by towering cliffs, and ice and snow that have not yet melted can be seen everywhere. WWw,QuanBen-XiaoShuo,com
Cliffs hundreds of meters high stretch to the left and right, seemingly endless with no end in sight. There is only a small bay in the middle of the cliff, which extends in like a wild boar's curled tail. Following this bay for dozens of miles inward, there is a gently sloping wilderness where ships can anchor and people can enter from here. Odin Icefield.
The western continent has entered early summer, but the storm blowing from the core of the Odin Icefield is still biting and cold, so on the edge of the Odin Icefield, white snow can be seen everywhere on the gray-brown desert. Yellow-green moss and some extremely tough small shrubs grow tenaciously. Large groups of gazelle, springbok, reindeer and other ice creatures appear here, bringing some vitality to the barren land.
A simple 'building' that could be described as a pigsty was piled crookedly at the exit of Boar's Tail Bay.
This is a walled circle built of mud, stones, weeds, and branches, about half a person's height. Several cellars were dug messily inside, and some roofs of unknown material were put on them. It was barely completed. A place for people to live.
More than twenty pig-headed men lay lazily on the mud, groaning and looking at the sky, quietly waiting for the meal to arrive.
They were wearing tattered leather armor, and rusty weapons were randomly thrown in the distance. These guys were more like a group of refugees than soldiers. But they are pure-blooded orcs after all, and their combat effectiveness is actually better than ordinary human warriors.
Even though they are famous for being lazy and dirty, a crazed pig-headed man can easily fight against two or so human warriors in a head-on battle.
There was only one tent in the dilapidated camp that was relatively bright. A red pig-headed man with blood-stained skin sat lazily in the tent, chirping and laughing, carefully counting the coins and a few coins in his hand. of silver coins.
Bloody pig-headed man. This person is considered a middle-class noble among the pig-headed people. His skin color means that he has the blood of the royal pig-headed people. Looking at the dim magic lines under his skin, and the fact that he is not much different from ordinary humans, except for a pair of particularly fat ears, you can tell that his royal bloodline is not weak.
"Those humans are right!" The bloody pig-headed man muttered in a low voice: "You can earn money quickly if you eat free money! Hahaha!"
This camp was originally supposed to be garrisoned by two hundred pig-headed men as standard to prevent the Gallic Empire's invading team from invading the Odin Icefield from the Boar's Tail Bay. But this bloody pig-headed man didn't know where he met a group of human businessmen. They taught this originally honest and honest pig-headed man some sneaky tricks. This pig-headed man's IQ is not weak, and he quickly learned these methods.
He reduced the two hundred standard warriors to fifty, and all the funds for the other one hundred and fifty were taken into his own pocket.
The alien races on Wudalian Island and Odin Icefield do not have a strict national system. They are completely in a tribal alliance. The loose management method allowed the bloody pig-headed man to eat freely for more than half a year and make a fortune that was enough to make him a rich man in the tribe.
Humming happily. Stuffing the newly minted silver coins and coppers into an animal skin pocket under the bed, the bloody pig-headed man lazily walked out of the tent and roared a few times at his subordinates who were lying on the ground waiting for their meals.
The pig-headed soldiers with fat heads and big ears stood up lazily. They dragged their weapons and lazily divided into three small teams of less than ten people. They yawned and walked toward the Boar's Tail Bay.
Daily patrols are too difficult for lazy pig-headed people. The pig-headed people yawned vigorously, and several pig-headed people with mixed blood simply transformed into wild boars with four hooves on the ground, lazily and tremblingly walked towards the bay.
The bloody pig-headed man walked around the camp proudly. After fully asserting his authority, he yawned and lay down where his subordinates had been napping, and lazily closed his eyes. On such a sunny afternoon, I squint my eyes, take a nap, and quietly wait for the meal to arrive. This kind of day. . . This is the fucking life a pig-headed man should have!
Just when the pig-headed men in this simple camp were out patrolling the camp, three troop carriers commanded by Enzo had quietly invaded the Boar's Tail Bay. This bay is dozens of miles long. Only about three miles wide, the three troop transport ships carefully penetrated deep into the bay, and placed Enzo and more than 300 soldiers under his command at a place large enough to accommodate a thousand people to land.
After moving the ordnance from the troop carrier, Enzo directed the soldiers to find an easy-to-defend but difficult-to-attack mountain corner near the landing site. Start building a supporting advance base here. A large number of crossbows and arrows were stored here, and Enzo used two earth-attribute magic scrolls sent by Gaya. Along with the low roar of the earth, two solid stone walls gradually rose from the ground to protect the small camp.
The soldiers spread out. They cut down a large number of branches and carefully removed large pieces of moss. They used these things to firmly cover the camp and the three troop transport ships. Basically, unless there are elite scouts observing closely, you can't see anything strange in this corner from a distance.
Dozens of soldiers were left behind to guard the troop transport and the small reception camp. Enzo led nearly 300 soldiers, along with Vic and the Seven Swordsmen in Blood Clothes, to carefully move up the gentle slope.
The wilderness where Boar's Tail Bay is located is the most deserted place in the entire Odin Icefield. There are usually people from other races guarding this place, but generally speaking there are not many defenders here. Moreover, the aliens sent here to guard are definitely cannon fodder on the battlefield. To Enzo, these guards are not a big threat.
But this time their mission was to go deep into the Odin Ice Field, and even required them to capture a wizard from the Odin Temple to torture military intelligence. This kind of mission is almost certain to end in death. Although Enzo is willing to work as a foreigner, he still has to pretend to hang around here for a while.
"So, Vic, take the scouts to the front and take a look. We'd better not alert those aliens this time." Enzo gave the order in a low voice.
Vic nodded, and he selected a dozen scouts wearing soft, tight-fitting leather armor, short knives, hard crossbows, and short arrows. They rushed out like a stream of smoke, carefully spreading out into an arc-moon array and moving forward. Searched the past.
When the large group of people marched forward for two miles, Vic suddenly clenched his fists far back and made a gesture for everyone to stop. Enzo immediately stopped the soldiers. The soldiers who accompanied Enzo through life and death countless times on the battlefield quickly found the boulder hiding themselves and hid themselves in the shadow of the boulder.
A scout rushed back and carefully reported the intelligence ahead.
Twenty-six pig-headed men were huddled behind a leeward earthbag and dozing. Eight of them had even returned to their animal form. Judging from their appearance and the fact that they appeared so close to Boar Tail Bay, it proved that they should be alien sentries responsible for patrolling this area.
but. . .
"Pig-headed man!" Enzo tilted his mouth: "Okay, whatever the pig-headed man does is acceptable. Avoid them and let's not disturb their sleep. From here, we go directly to Black Snake Valley. Then The environment there is not bad, we can hang out there for a few more days."
Narrowing his eyes, Enzo hadn't yet figured out how to 'complete' this mission, but he would not lead his soldiers to die in vain. Capturing a wizard from Odin's Temple? Where can anything be so easy? He firmly believed that the message from Gaya was that Lin Qi had returned to the Western Continent, so Lin Qi would definitely not leave his brothers alone.
Maybe as long as he persists for a while, many things will change.
The team of three hundred people avoided the patrolling pig-headed men at a distance, formed a skirmish line, and quickly headed towards the Black Snake Valley a hundred miles away.
It was a deserted valley with extremely complicated terrain, and no one would approach it on weekdays. A kind of non-venomous but useless black snake abounds there. During his stay there, Enzo can let people hunt the black snake for food, leaving the rations carried by the team in case of emergencies.
A huge Purple Thunder Albatross flew slowly from high in the sky. This giant magical bird with a wingspan of more than fifty meters is a sacred object of the Odin Icefield and a totem worshiped by many alien races. They control the power of thunder and wind. They have been flying high in the sky from birth to death. They are extremely powerful and proud demon birds.
But today, the eyes of this purple thunder albatross are shining with wisdom. It overlooks the whereabouts of Enzo and others from an altitude of 10,000 meters above the ground. Through some kind of wonderful soul connection, everything it sees is in the distance. displayed in a tent.
More than three thousand elite orc wolf cavalry surrounded the tent. Inside the tent, a royal werewolf with dark skin and roughly wolf-ear-shaped ears sat arrogantly on a big chair, looking coldly at Enzo and others in a water mirror in front of him. Human movement.
"Black Snake Valley? That's a good place to kill people!"
The royal werewolf glanced at a fat human businessman standing in the corner of the tent.
"If you kill these people, are you really willing to give me a thousand catties of tea bricks? You can't lie to me!"
The fat businessman nodded with a smile. He casually took out a tea brick that exuded a strong aroma and threw it to the royal werewolf.
A very low-quality tea brick costs about ten copper coins per catty in the Eastern Continent; in the Western Continent, this kind of tea brick only costs two or three silver coins per catty. But in the Odin Icefield, the value of this tea brick is equivalent to the same weight of gold.
The royal werewolf smiled with satisfaction.