Such a situation may mean that it will be difficult for Roddy to successfully create higher-level equipment in the future - because if he focuses on studying these deputy positions, he may have to spare a few years to reach the previous level... So Roddy decided to only choose "bow making" to develop and give up his research on "skin making".

With such thoughts in his mind, he began to think about attracting more "life-related" NPCs to do things for himself - although only the blacksmith Stan in Nolan Village can be "swept", this is also a relatively good start. Leaders do not need to do everything. Roddy has gradually figured out this point, so these days, how to "rule" subordinates and enable them to better play their own value has become the main research topic.

"Military training" is still continuing, but the focus of training has changed significantly, all of which are horse raids and outdoor camping. They even camped on the grassland, which is only two kilometers away from the village for half a month, learning how to set up camp tents reasonably, how to maintain physical strength in a heavy rainy environment in the wild, how to make clothes as dry as possible without getting sick, etc.

Many things are simple to say, but only after they have done it and the scouts will have real effects after they have formed conditioned reflexes. The training intensity these days is extremely high, and many times the soldiers' physical strength is hovering at the limit, but the effect is also very obvious. Roddy can clearly see the results of the training from their attribute changes.

Under nutritious food and cruel training, although the soldiers' level has not been improved, their attribute values ​​have gradually reached the limit of this level - obviously Roddy gradually understood the difference between NPC and players: NPC upgrades are "automatic", and attribute growth is not a step-like step like a player, but a linear increase. By early August, their average attributes have increased by more than 20% compared to the initial one!

After a long period of training, this scout team, which was originally in the eyes of others, was mentally and physiologically prepared to fight.

So on the morning of August 14, the scouts in front of Nolan Village had packed up their luggage and made a move.

"Commander, all the soldiers are in place, waiting for instructions!"

Ruger and Soderol trotted from a distance and stood attentively and loudly reported the status of the team.

call.

At the earliest, some scouts questioned Roddy in their hearts, but after hearing the conflict between Sally and Francis and learning that Roddy was Sally's savior, all scouts stood firmly in the "Sally" faction - and now, his prestige has reached an unprecedented peak.

When he took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, Roddy raised his eyes and looked at the soldiers standing next to the war horses not far away - the neat queue and the solemn atmosphere. Although the average level was only about five levels, he suddenly remembered his comrades who were with him at the age of more than 90s to fight with orcs.

The scouts in front of us are no longer the cowardly soft-boys. With the victory of battles and hard training, this team has completely broken away from the category of "Lord's Private Army" with no cohesion and has become a terrifying team with strong combat power.

Walking to the team, Roddy didn't say too many morale words, but just gave a silent military salute and said, "For Karen's glory!"

This sentence is meaningful, because for Nolan Village and even the entire Karen Kingdom, what these scouts have to do, regardless of success or failure, will inevitably leave a strong mark in history!

"For Karen's glory!"

A neat and passionate response resounded throughout Nolan Village.

The farmers stopped and watched. In their opinion, these scouts had always done some strange things for nearly two months, and had not returned for a month before, so it was not surprising to see them collectively embarking on a long journey again. Some people even greeted the young men and shouted "Do it well" - although they didn't understand what these scouts were going to do.

The sound of horse hooves sounded, as if venting the agitation in the soldiers' hearts. Because they wanted to carry out long-distance raids, Rodie, who knew that "the emperor was not short of hungry soldiers", armed the troops to his teeth, and even each of them had a horse - a team of thirty people in total. They were loaded with supplies and left Nolan Village with an additional thirty horses...

For the people of Karen Kingdom and the lords, in such a summer day, no one would notice the sudden departure of scouts from a small village on the border. The civilians were still busy for their livelihoods, and the nobles were still sinking into the decadent carnival. Everything was no different from usual.

For the orcs, from this day on, Roddy and his team seemed to have a nightmare without warning, quietly descending on the calm land.

...

August 21st, midnight.

For orcs who maintain nomadic habits, their living locations are always uncertain. Whenever the grazing cattle and sheep eat a pasture, they will move to another pasture. At this time, the formation of the village is a "rule" specially set by the orc tribe to cultivate warriors. The so-called "village" in the orc kingdom does not live in all the members of the orc family like humans, but basically they are strong adult orcs - female orcs and children are usually responsible for grazing, and their purpose here is to build themselves into the strongest warriors and cultivate the most qualified wolf...

Such a system has only been possessed in recent years. The Rohal Hammer tribe, which first pursued it, has combat power far exceeding other tribes. Gradually, nearby tribes began to follow suit. Now, almost all tribes in the entire kingdom have similar rules - because after such a village, the gathering of soldiers is faster, the quality of soldiers is stronger, and more importantly... it is convenient for the chief to control it!

Speaking of this rule, it was the witch doctor Sarota. In the "history" that belongs to Roddy's memory, Sarota's "creative action" was to invade Karen's Kingdom in the near future!

However, in the Orc Kingdom in 588, these villages formed to train warriors were not as highly militarized as in the future. To some extent, their current level is not even as good as the scout organization of the Karen Kingdom. Without a reasonable supervision mechanism and insufficient material encouragement, it is difficult for the orcs to exercise themselves under such conditions.

So in this village called Lundink, the orcs who were sleeping without warning were not considered qualified soldiers at this time.

At midnight, raindrops as big as beans hit the roof of the tent, and the orcs' sleep seemed to be unaffected in the noisy environment - because their snoring was even louder than the rain. There was no crisis of war here and life was stable, so the village never set up any sentry. If someone would wake up at this time, he would have been awakened by urine.

And Rick is such a guy who was awakened.

When he got up from the dirty bed, Rick fumbled in front of the window for a long time before he found his animal skin cloak for rain. He lifted the curtain and didn't even bother to open his eyes and walked forward - he couldn't see anything when he opened his eyes, so he thought about finding a place far away from the tent and urinating.

But after walking out for seven or eight steps, some strange noises suddenly came from the sound of rain...

Tada Tada Tada - Such a sound is unfamiliar to Rek. At first he thought it was Lord Sarota or Chief Rohal's wolf cavalry team coming, but after careful recollection, he remembered that there was no such sound at all when the wolf ran.

The orcs do not raise horses, and Rick, who has never experienced war, has never heard the movement of the human cavalry team when they charge. He pulled his cloak without any warning in his heart, reached out to take out his "brother" and let the water go. His eyes turned curiously to the side where the sound came, and muttered: "What the hell is it..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a flash of lightning suddenly passed through the sky, and the dark world instantly brightened like daylight.

And when Rick was tilting his head and frowning at the side, he saw the team that he had never seen before in the rain curtain in the light of this second.

A neat array of triangles, a cloak raised when moving at high speed, and a mud splashed when a war horse gallops...

The clear image was imprinted in the orc's eyes like a photo, but when lightning disappeared and darkness came again, Rick could not react at all what all this meant.

After the lightning appeared, the thunder always came back. Seven or eight seconds later, the thunder that exploded sounded across the village of Lundink - and it was only when this was that Rick shouted out "ah"...

His shouts were filled with unprecedented panic and fear, but they were directly covered by thunder without any suspense, so that no one in the whole village heard his only "warning".

He turned around and wanted to escape, but he couldn't stop the urination under his crotch, but he forgot to lift his pants - so much that after a few steps, he tripped to the ground by his pants' legs...

His strong body slapped on the muddy grass with a "slap". He tried hard to get up, opening his mouth to shout loudly, but in the dark night, the team that was hitting like a tsunami had already appeared in front of him.

Lightning appeared again, and the last scene left in Rick's vision was the only shiny sword light that flashed suddenly under the lightning.

"puff--"

With the strong momentum of the horse, Roddy's scimitar cut off the orc in front of him. Before the opponent's corpse fell down, he was hit on the ground by Sodlor's war horse, and then he was directly crushed into meat sauce by a battle formation composed of more than 30 war horses...

The scouts rushed into the camp, and the soldiers on both sides cut off the ropes of the tents quickly. Some orcs noticed the abnormality and shouted to walk out of the tent - and then they were greeted with the same fate as Rick.

That night, all the fifty-four beast soldiers in Lundink Village were slaughtered!

Six hours later, early in the morning of August 22nd... the adjacent village of Glen was hit by the same attack, and no orc survived.

In the evening of that day, the "Blood Spear" tribe, forty kilometers, also suffered a similar blow.

Similar attacks continued to appear in one go. By the night of August 24, five similar villages had been pushed!

It was not until this time that the chief of "Rohar's Hammer" had just discovered the fact that the village of Lundink was massacred.

"Blitzkrieg" is a means of war that has never appeared in this world before. Even in the war seventy years ago or even earlier, I have never heard of this terrible "record" of massacreing five villages in four days!

So when everything happened, the orcs were completely confused.

"This bunch of damn bastards!"

Chief Rohal waved his hammer and smashed the wooden table in the tent with a bang, shouting fiercely: "Call someone! Notify all the soldiers of the warriors! I must make the blood spear pay the price!"

The most powerful chief in the tribe was really like a lion when he got angry. The servant standing at the door was frightened and trembled all over, but he did not forget to remind him in a low voice: "Chief, do you need to be with the witch doctor of Sarota--"

"Don't the fuck understand what I said?"

Before he finished speaking, the hammer had already hit the ground in front of the servant with a "bang" sound... The blasting air wave directly lifted the other party out. The orc weighing more than 200 pounds weighed more than a second and landed on the ground six meters away - "I said to inform all the soldiers, hear! No! There!"

"If you don't understand, just die for me!"

On the other side, the servant who was injured by the air waves spat out a mouthful of blood, shouted "Yes", and got up and ran to the distance...

There have been a lot of conflicts between "Rohar's Hammer" and "Blood Spear". Chief Rohar was worried about such a thing before. When he heard the news that his subordinates had reported that the two tribe villages were slaughtered, he did not think about it and almost immediately decided that this matter was a provocation of "Blood Spear" to himself!

There is no error in this judgment, because they would not have thought that a human team would go straight in and kill him directly from Karen Kingdom.

"Blood Spear Tribe. This time I and you will never stop until death!!!"

Rohal, who was angry, would not know that almost at the same time, similar voices actually echoed in the chief tent of the Blood Spear Tribe—

"Rohar! I must pay your blood debts!!!"

The huge battle axe "swish" cut down the rough-working wooden chair, and the wolf teeth necklace hung around the neck was flying, and the blood stains on it further highlighted the anger of Chief Sak.

"It's really unforgivable that I slaughtered three of my villages! It's unforgivable!"

The battle axe swept across again, and the wooden chairs that were already half left suddenly turned into pieces. The splashed wood chips even penetrated the thick tent. The movement made the subordinates standing in front of Kasar feel as if they were feeling pins and needles, sweating in a cold sweat.

"Assemble the warriors of his subordinates. I want to see what kind of ability does Rohal have besides his despicable sneak attack?!"

"Yes! Chief!"

The trembling servants rushed out of the tent, headed towards the villages quickly, and began to assemble the team...

The tribal conflict that could have been eased was completely out of control due to the disappearance of five villages on both sides - now, all the orcs understand... This war is inevitable.

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August 25th, night, heavy rain.

While the two orc chiefs were planning a battle angrily, on the vast grassland, the scout team led by Roddy completely disappeared in the rain like a ghost.

The heavy rain was pouring, with visibility of less than 300 meters. Among the undulating grass slopes, low green simple tents were scattered all over the field of view. From a distance, they were almost impossible to recognize - a team of thirty people was resting in the rain in this "disguised tent".

In the tent that was not leaking, they changed into dry clothes. The scouts chewed dry jerky in their mouths and held the ale they carried when they set off. Obviously, even though the environment was so harsh, they still maintained a high-calorie diet to try to restore their strength.

Although the temperature seemed a little cold due to the heavy rain, it is undeniable that all the scouts were completely burning in their hearts at this moment - because the thirty-man scout team miraculously maintained zero deaths after experiencing these battles! There was not even a single serious injury!

Two wolf cavalry teams that patrol the situation, five orc villages with armed power, the orc kingdom that the three generations of Karen Kingdom people had never taken the initiative to fight back, were torn a deep crack by their "inconvenient" scouts in the eyes of others!

What excited them the most was that the stupid enemy did not even know that they did it until now, and they mistakenly thought it was the act of the hostile tribe and began to assemble the army and prepare to kill each other!

They used to yearn for the "legendary stories" mentioned by those minstrels, but now they are gradually discovering that the team they are in now seems to be creating a legend that is far more exaggerated than those stories.

Even though they were excited, these scouts would involuntarily look at the slightly larger tent not far away, with a little respect in their eyes.

There is the "temporary command" of Roddy, the mastermind of this "legendary".

"The rain is heavier than in previous years, so it can just cover up our traces."

At this time, the one who was talking was Soderol. There was a dirty mud mark on his face, but no one would pay attention to his appearance at this time, because Roddy and Ruger were squeezed in front of him were not much better.

The tent was said to be a "temporary command", but in fact, it was only small enough for Roddy. Soderol and Ruger squatted together. Roddy shook his head after hearing Soderol's words and replied: "We are lucky. We should try to cover up as much as possible. If we can cover up, we should try to fake it as much as possible, but we will leave flaws in the end. In the end, these orcs will eventually understand what happened - but when the war starts, these no matter."

"Then it seems that the temperature is almost the same now."

Soderol looked at the map, and several villages marked on it had been painted with forks, indicating that they had been captured. The light used for lighting in the tent was emitted from the ring Roddy's finger, and was covered tightly everywhere, so they were not afraid that the light would be discovered.

"Our strategic goals have been basically achieved, and we will have the last village to be short of tomorrow, and then we can retreat."

Roddy pointed to the village marked "Cossack", "But I really didn't expect to encounter two wolf cavalry patrols in the middle of the journey. In short, we have done almost the same thing... I want to tell me that this village may not necessarily have to attack tomorrow."

"I think...before they haven't figured out the situation, they can kill one more."

Ruger looked at the map among the three, and while speaking, he touched the bandage on his head - the wounds left when attacking the Wolf Cavalry Squad. Obviously, his hatred for the orcs in his heart would not disappear with the success of several raids.

"This is the problem I'm hesitating about now."
Chapter completed!