The breeze blew across the grass and the smell of blood gradually dissipated.

The sun at noon was a bit vicious, and the green eyes were dotted with red blood flowing out of the corpse, as if silently proclaiming the seeds of violence contained in this calm grassland.

After the battle just now, the tired war horse needed a moment to rest. The map in Roddy's mind told him that the place where the group was now far away from the camp just now and would not encounter other threats for the time being, so after recycling the arrows, he also began to sort out these spoils.

It took a long time for the soldiers to calm down from their nervousness and excitement. Carter took them to cut off all the orcs' heads, cut off the tail of the wolf, and peeled off their fur - this is a token of proving the other party's identity. After all, a scout team killed the eight wolf cavalry reconnaissance team without any damage. If they said it, it was probably not a few people who could believe it immediately.

Roddy took two orc scimitars from the weapons he confiscated as trophies. It is logical that the captain Carter should come first when choosing the trophies, but no one had any objections to this at this time, and Carter expressed his admiration and recognition of him in front of the players.

After encountering orcs twice and living to this day, Carter certainly knew that it was because of the young man in front of him. Although he could choose to accept the military achievements Roddy pushed as calmly as yesterday, when facing these orcs again, he realized that instead of living in the vanity brought by fake credit, it is better to really gallop on the battlefield with his comrades and launch a fearless charge towards the enemy...

Only after he had the real experience of killing orcs did he realize that the so-called "honor" in his previous outlook on life was too ridiculous.

Roddy, who had originally thought about whether to give up the credit, finally didn't say his thoughts because of Carter's attitude. In fact, the plan in his mind was too big, and just one night was not enough for him to make up his mind thoroughly. However, he was very clear about the purpose of dealing with orcs. Thinking of this, Roddy roughly understood his next route.

He looked at Carter and other scouts who were still excited, and knew the joy of these people, but for the sake of his next goal, Roddy decided to pour a basin of cold water on them-

"For the orcs, I have many ways to defeat them, but what I want to say is... how many orcs can our team stop? If we kill eight wolf knights today, they may have eight or even eighteen people coming tomorrow. You can see what they are going to do. The camp they see today has officially prepared to extend their minions to the Kingdom of Karen. Today, we will win by chance, but... what will happen in the future?"

His tone was very calm and calm, but it had an inexplicable sense of cruelty. The scouts who were originally in high spirits were stunned, and the flames that had just ignited in their hearts seemed to be extinguished with a "scream".

They stared at Roddy blankly, showing a look of at a loss.

"I know it's a bit inappropriate to say this, but... Lieutenant Soding is destined not to bring so-called reinforcements, and the Kingdom will not pay attention to some of the 'friction' that happens in places like ours. In the eyes of those lords, everything we do - including fighting for the honor of the Kingdom - is nothing more than a drama in their eyes..."

Thinking of the scenes in the game in his previous life, Roddy couldn't help feeling a little depressed - the border was frequently attacked at that time, but Hollier City never made an effective counterattack. In the end, when all the surrounding villages were killed by orcs, Hollier City's gates did not even dare to open to allow refugees to enter the shelter...

Later, the city was destroyed and the family was destroyed, and the miserable mists were everywhere.

"You... are kidding... how could this happen? The evidence of these orcs and wolf cavalry will definitely make people notice something strange..." Although Carter said this, he recalled his few experiences of contacting the "upper class", and he really had no idea... Those nobles who eat, drink and have fun all day seem to really not care about the life and death of their small characters.

"Of course, these are all my inferences. Captain Carter, today's mission should be considered completed, right? Why don't we go back and listen to the news about Lieutenant Soding? Seeing so many orc heads, he should give us some money for wine."

Roddy knew that he could not make the atmosphere of the team too negative all of a sudden, so he hung two thick scimitars on the side of the saddle, and changed the topic. Carter understood it carefully, and did not say anything more. He silently turned over and returned to Nolan Village with the team.

Although he won the battle, the scouts who should have been happy and excited were all silent. Roddy's expression on the horse seemed a little indifferent. He followed the team silently. Although he did not distance himself from 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 complex and huge problem. He listed his own advantages: the terrifying archery that is unenviable, the deep understanding of those historical events, the almost massive knowledge of all aspects of the game, and the memory of all the changes in the kingdom in the next decade... These can make Roddy a "weapon" to quickly use his fists.

But recalling that killing the eight lowest level wolf cavalry today requires him to use all his strength, Roddy couldn't help but feel a little shaken in his heart - let's not talk about hundreds of thousands of orcs for now, the issue of lords in the Karen Kingdom alone made him feel like a big head... Can such a huge country change its historical trajectory because of such a variable?

Can you really be the butterfly with flapping your wings?

………

For Nolan Village, this was just a peaceful day of countless days.

The shepherd dog of the old Finch family barked, and was excited by the sound of horse hooves returning from the scouts in the distance. The setting sun slowly fell into the horizon, and smoke from cooking was floating up. I don’t know who was making cheese. The slightly sour and smelly smell drifted far away, but it made several children in the village drool. The blacksmith Stein still knocked and beat. Dick from the military supplies secretly drank two sips of Aunt Susan’s ale, and lay on the straw stack next to the warehouse with his belly in his mouth.

Compared with the past, the only surprise today is perhaps the scout team that returned to the village two hours later than before.

When the scouts riding a war horse entered the entrance of the village, many people inexplicably raised their heads and turned their eyes to the group of soldiers who seemed to be different from usual.

When Carter returned with a sack of orc heads, the villagers had already felt a dark cloud emerging on the border. Now, when they saw the seven scouts with solemn expressions turn over and get off the horse and keep silent, they can't help but feel a little nervous - Could something happen again?

The orcs' heads were no longer packed in pockets, but were nakedly strung with ropes. The soldiers participated in charge and hand-to-hand combat, and there was a hint of murderous aura on their bodies. Their faces were no longer as slack and laughter as before, but only solemn and solemn.

Among these people, one of them seemed extremely prominent. Seven scouts turned over and dismounted, but none of them immediately unloaded their equipment. Instead, they turned their eyes to the most instinctive guy in the team. Even Captain Carter was almost instinctively looking at Roddy, 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 do you think I'm doing?" Roddy blinked, but there was no such seriousness on the battlefield before. He looked at his comrades innocently, shrugged and said, "You're home, everyone have a good rest and see what Lieutenant Soding said."

This sentence seemed like a disbanding order, which made everyone relieved. Even Captain Carter did not have any objection to Rody's behavior like giving orders. He looked at the scattered scouts, picked up the orc's head and the wolf's tail, and stood there for a moment, as if he had made some decision in his heart. He stepped over to catch up with Rody and expressed his desire to take the other party to find Lieutenant Soding.

"Hey! Carter! You kid actually met an orc again?"

Several soldiers of a scout team passed by and saw the eight orcs wearing each other's heads, and immediately widened their eyes and shouted in surprise. Then the entire scout team came over to watch. Not far away, Ruge, who was sitting in the corner, sat silently on the periphery, squinted his eyes and looked at this side.

If it were in the past, Carter would have spoken loudly to tell everyone how dangerous the battle today was. After all, in terms of eloquence, the entire scout team was the best. However, Carter did not look like he wanted to brag at all. After experiencing this battle, he had no intention of restraining himself. The battle between life and death that he had just experienced left an indelible impression in his mind, so he no longer paid attention to vanity as before.

Waving his hand, he signaled that it was okay, Carter was reluctant to even answer, so he walked into the courtyard where Lieutenant Sodding was located with Roddy.

His unconscious behavior of walking beside Roddy made Luge, who had blue marks on his face, squint his eyes slightly. The veteran spitted and wanted to curse a few words like "boneless", but then he saw the dark wolf tails beside the orc's heads-

"Wolf...Wolf Cavalry..."

The pain on his body had not yet dissipated, but at this moment Ruger forgot to resent Roddy for a moment. He stared at the wolf tail that was shaking in Carter's hand with a stiff expression, and for a moment, the words stuck in his throat.
Chapter completed!