The two people confronted each other in the thick fog were ten meters apart, but the atmosphere was completely opposite to the previous pursuit.

Roddy looked at Sarota with a smile, as casual as if she had met an old friend in a cafe one afternoon. But Sarota's expression seemed to have facial neuritis, and the corners of her mouth twitched. Looking at the human in front of her, she couldn't even speak.

"I'll introduce myself. My name is Roddy, a scout from the Russiflon family in the Kingdom of Karen. Well--I'm still a captain, almost at the same level as your subordinate named Xhosa."

"you--"

"I know you have many problems, but I'm afraid I don't have time to explain it to you one by one."

Sarota noticed that Rodi seemed to look up at his head. He looked up in confusion and found nothing, but when he turned his eyes back, he heard the man turn his head slightly, like the action of inviting his dance partner to the stage at a dinner party, and smiled and said, "Haha, the time is up."

A confusion appeared on Sarota's face, but before he could speak, he found that the scenery in front of him suddenly blurred, and suddenly there was a strange feeling of sense being pulled away in his body, as if he was about to float up... But then he watched the ground get closer and closer without control until he knelt on the ground with a "click"...

I heard this human named Roddy say a Bringa word in my ear. After learning human language, he vaguely remembered that it meant "upgrading", but his face even moved became a luxury.

"Lost consciousness? Well, it's better to die like this than to be chopped up by someone's head." Roddy seemed to be no longer afraid of Sarota's counterattack. He took a few steps, stood in front of him, bent down, reached out to put his hand on Sarota's shoulder, and said in a deep tone: "Do you hate me? This is what you deserve, look... so many people came to chase me in the morning, we scouts are very scary, especially me, I'm the least brave and most afraid of death - I was almost killed by the net in the morning, which is really scary."

Sarota tried hard to open his eyes wide, trying to look at this demonic guy, but he just rolled his eyelids powerlessly.

"You have courage, strategy, and a stupid boss. In the future, you will definitely think about plotting in the human kingdom, so... I, a terrified guy, decided to take the risk of leading you here to solve the problem-hey, you are dead, Rohal's Hammer is a ****?"

After helping Fuzarota's body, Roddy was very friendly and sat upright the witch doctor who had gradually blurred consciousness, so that the other party could look at him, and then continued to talk—

"I have a bad habit. I will get revenge... Do you understand? If you can't do it overnight, I'm very careful when I come here, but if you don't let me worry, then I can't do anything."

As his consciousness gradually lost, Sarota had a clear premonition of "death", but even at this time, he still did not understand why he had done it well the moment before and faced the god of death the next moment...

"I'm not dead yet? It seems that I guess the time is not accurate. It's almost a few seconds. I'll tell you nothing - did you see the fog around you? The snapping turtle looks very scary, but it's actually easy to kill, right? But many people die because..."

“This fog is poisonous.”

"If you lose 1% of your blood every five seconds, even if you have more blood than Rohal, you will die if you stay for five hundred seconds."

"Are you surprised? Are you confused? Haha, do you think I'm going to take you back if I fight to die?"

Roddy smiled and patted Sarota on the shoulder. The latter's astonished expression had frozen, and he fell down dejectedly with his fear...

And in the air, the words he would never hear were echoed-

"I have two lives, you can't afford to hurt."

...

Waiting in the silent swamp of death is a torment for anyone.

The strange and terrifying creatures under the puddle made the scouts dare not act at will, and they didn't even dare to walk away even if they urinated. The deaths of the orcs left them with lingering shadows, so even if they sat on the grass several meters away from the puddle, they would still stare at the calm water nervously, as if terrible monsters would pop up inside at any time.

The atmosphere here is more depressing than the cemetery. It does not have the vitality of the Naihemi grassland in the sky. There are no birds in the sky, and there are very few insects. Occasionally, I can hear a few conversations from scouts, but I deliberately lowered my voice.

"You've fought a war?"

"Some battles on the southern border have never fought with orcs."

"Always feel... different. These orcs make people feel scared. Even if there is only one, we must overcome the fear in our hearts first..."

"Have you fought with them before?"

"months ago--"

"No, I mean earlier."

"Earlier... it's about fifteen years, or sixteen years, and I don't want to remember it. In short, my comrades are dead, and I am the only one who survived - in that battle, there is no one who is injured, but we are almost wiped out..."

Ruger and Soder were chatting. In the previous battle, except for Roddy, they both performed well, so they were able to talk at this time - this is the case in the army, and those with strong abilities have their own circle.

"Sorry to remind you of this, but now... maybe you can give those old guys an explanation."

Soderol sat there holding a sword, with thick rain clouds floating over his head, and occasionally some raindrops fell, but it did not rain heavily in the end.

"Explanation...yes, explanation." Ruger remembered something, and his weathered cheeks were a little sad, but he was silent and stopped talking.

As time passed, when the sunset gradually fell into the horizon in the distance and the whole sky became dark blue, these scouts finally discovered the black shadow walking towards the distance.

Step by step, carefully stepping on the puddle, carrying a lot of unknown items on his shoulders, carrying a package behind him, and a strange white and brown thing on his arms - when Roddy walked like this, his steps were still as relaxed and comfortable as before.

Looking from afar, it felt like I saw those farmers who came back from farm work before dark in Nolan Village, receiving the food, shaking their heads and humming songs, relaxing and worry-free...

This scene initially made the scouts relieved, but when they stood up and waited for Roddy to come step by step, the belated shock in their hearts suddenly emerged like thunder after lightning...

They all remembered what roles they followed Roddy: but the real nine wolf cavalry and a witch doctor! Although the "witch doctor" is very mysterious to them, in terms of senses, such a guy must be much stronger than the "magic".

With such a character plus nine ferocious wolf cavalry, Captain Roddy still walked back alive, so the enemy's fate... needless to mention.

Thinking of what the team of thirty people did these days, the joy that the soldiers were originally suppressed by the surrounding environment completely burst out from the bottom of their hearts because of Roddy's safe return - a strong sense of pride, honor, confidence and cohesion. These illusory things that sounded illusory began to become real after experiencing the war.

Carrying the mess of trophy, Roddy saw the pine-like Soderol waving to him in the dim light.

Many of the scouts in front of them stood there, one by one, standing up from the grass, no longer had the previous uneasiness in their eyes, but instead the strong confidence tempered by the war.

In the distance, Ruger was reaching out to pull up the young people with excitement. The trust that needed no more words was already very different from the past.

And seeing these... since the morning when he fell into his calm and crazy attitude, Roddy finally smiled.

History has finally been changed.

Thinking of these in his mind, when he walked to the team, he was slightly stunned - because he saw that the scouts in front of him stood at attention spontaneously without orders, and then gave the most formal military salute to himself.

At this moment, all the words seemed a little redundant. Roddy looked at the faces full of fighting spirit and confidence in front of him. The originally opened mouth turned into a return gesture. Something seemed to be boiling in the soldiers' chests. Although the surface was calm, the feeling... was like a fire igniting in the heart, to maintain a certain feeling and thought for so long...

At night, the team that finally chose to rest in the swamp had already calmed down.

There were no bonfires in the temporary camp, because there were almost no combustible materials in the swamps, and there were dangerous water monsters hidden under the intricate puddles, so under Roddy's order, the soldiers chose to gather together and sleep with their clothes.

Soderol, Carter, Ruger and Roddy were in charge of the vigil. Although he knew there would be no danger here, Roddy was on duty at the first squad. Of course, what he did was more to examine his gains after this battle.

Speaking of which, this battle seems easy, but in fact there are many surprises - for example, Sarota's strength is far stronger than he imagined, so he never expected that the opponent would cut off the thick-skinned and thick-skinned turtle in less than two minutes. If he hadn't used a "empty city strategy" strategy to throw away the weapons and delay time with them, he would probably have been rushed up by the opponent without saying a word...

"call--"

Now that those things are not of much use, he breathed a sigh of relief and gradually calmed down. He took out the purple voodoo puppet, summoned the attribute interface, frowned and looked at the data displayed in front of him:

"Ancient Voodoo Puppet"

Occupational exclusive: Witch Doctor

Level requirements: Level 10

Use: Confine the target within the voodoo puppet for up to two minutes.

Consumption: consume a little mana per second, and the consumption will double every three seconds after more than ten seconds.

Number of usages: 1/10

"This is an ancient object, and the mottled traces on it prove that it witnessed the rise and fall of most orcs."

This item has a very high level and is a purple equipment of "epic level". Of course, "epic level" is just a title, and it is far from the real "epic". Logically speaking, this kind of thing is almost rare in the early stages of the game, but it is a coincidence that it appears in Roddy at this time.
Chapter completed!