Part Two: The Human World Chapter Thirty: The Battlefield: Spectators
Bracada's city hall has now been converted into General Sanders' command post. The general is currently in a daze in one of the huts.
The room was filled with the stench of blood and decay, with hundreds of flies scurrying left and right in the small space. Three bloody corpses were placed in the center of the room. The blood on the corpses had solidified into black, and the exposed parts were
The muscles have shrunk and are dryly twisted together with the black blood. In some places, internal organs can be seen. The internal organs that have dried under the plateau air look like leather, and the bones protrude from the body in pieces. There is only the head of a corpse.
His head was intact, and his dying expression could still be clearly seen, but his body was already out of shape, and flies were burrowing into his open mouth and nostrils, which were clogged with black blood. Half of the other person's face had been covered in blood.
It was crushed, the eyeballs were still hanging around the eye sockets and they were as dry as dehydrated grapes. There was also a body with no damage, but only the lower half of the head, or the lower half of the mouth, was left, and the upper part was neatly chopped off.
So far, although the information about the situation in Orfor City has been learned from various channels, there is still no detailed information about the orc troops. How did they form what kind of troops? What kind of weapons did they use?
How is the combat effectiveness? None of this is clear. And that damn huge monster seems to have disappeared in the wilderness. It cannot be eliminated by those orcs. The general will never believe this.
Ten days ago, the general discovered traces of a small group of orcs in the wasteland. So he immediately ordered a group of one hundred elite soldiers to capture a few prisoners and torture them severely. However, as soon as the one hundred soldiers left, they were completely wiped out.
After hearing the news, we sent people to search for them a few days ago, but only these three bodies were brought back.
Just when these inexplicable corpses were making the general very angry and irritable, news came this morning that the huge responsibility for the loss of hundreds of magicians had been transferred to the head of the Nags priest without any evidence of his death.
We are already discussing candidates for a coaching change.
The general was furious and almost wanted to raise his troops back to the capital to kill all the politicians of the Erni family. But this was undoubtedly not possible. He was a minister and could not disobey the king's orders. Besides, the existence of the Holy Knights was to prevent this.
Something happens.
At this time, a soldier came in and reported tremblingly that the new priest sent by the Magic Academy had arrived.
I have not received any notification from the military. There is no doubt that this is another subordinate sent by those politicians.
"Drag that bastard out for me and chop him down. No..." the general shouted in anger, but immediately remembered that he was not a subordinate. According to the rules, he had to go out of the camp to greet him in person.
, but according to the current mood, this kind of etiquette was naturally impossible to perform. He yelled: "Tell him to come here to see me."
The general met the new priest in the hall of the city hall.
"Are you the new priest?" The general wanted to be direct and wanted to scare the young man in front of him half to death with his lion-like voice and eyes. "Why haven't I seen you with your entourage?"
"Because there seems to be no requirement to bring an entourage." The new priest did not react at all to the general's majesty and took out something from his arms calmly. "Here are the appointment documents of the Magic Academy, as well as certificates and tokens."
The general's sharp eyes scanned the young man carefully. It was different from what he expected. The young man's dusty face did not have the solemnity of a clergyman, and his manner did not have the discipline and strength of a soldier, but
The calm expression and a certain aura hidden under the priest's attire gave the general a vague feeling of strangeness.
But he had already planned it, and the general still decided to give him a blow.
"The priest has studied at the Magic Academy for so many years, so he must be very knowledgeable and have extraordinary insights." The general asked.
"No, no..."
It was another embroidered pillow by a dandy who was taking care of things. Seeing the priest's confused expression, the general's eyes twitched. He even felt that his canine teeth were much sharper than usual, as if he could bite this waste in one bite.
die.
The general snorted coldly and waved his hand and said: "Please come with me, I want to ask you some questions." The general led the priest to the room where the corpses were placed, pointed at the corpses and said, "These were killed by those orcs.
soldiers, but so far we have never seen how the orc soldiers fought and what their combat effectiveness was. I would like to ask the priest to use your extensive knowledge to find some clues for us from these corpses."
People who see corpses on the battlefield for the first time will definitely be scared to death. This kind of waste that has been pampering must be completely calmed down first, and let him know that war is not the information recorded in books, and it is not a game for politicians.
, let alone a casino where young people dream of gaining glory and future. This way he would not dare to act like the bastard before.
The priest's expression changed. He looked at the three corpses in a daze and frowned hard.
The general smiled proudly, waiting to see the new priest vomiting or collapse due to incontinence of urine.
But the priest sighed and began to step forward to examine it carefully, and even turned over the body.
"The ribs of this corpse are completely squeezed inward, and there are serious dents on the corpse. It was grabbed to death by a huge claw... It seems to be a bipedal dragon... You put the soldiers
Sent into the lizard swamp?" the new priest asked calmly.
The general was stunned. The corpse was one that he could not tell what weapon he had died from.
"No." Unknowingly, the general's momentum had been reduced by more than half. "This is the force sent ten days ago. According to the scouting report, there is a small orc reconnaissance force in the wasteland, so I sent the force to capture them.
.....This place is far away from the Lizard Swamp, and there will never be a wyvern."
"They are the bipedal flying dragons that the orcs domesticated themselves," the priest said.
"Impossible, no one has ever tamed such a monster, let alone an orc." The general thought that this boy was completely talking nonsense.
"Lizardmen can steal eggs from swamps, just like we tame hounds from a young age. Since they have the ability to build a city, they naturally have the ability to do such a thing." The priest's tone was extremely sure, as if he was witnessing it with his own eyes.
Seen the same...
It sounded reasonable. The general had nothing to say, so he had to listen.
The new priest continued to look at the corpse, as casually as a butcher looking at pork, and continued to make an inference that made the general stunned: "This one was killed by a werewolf. Judging from the wounds on the corpse, they were all killed by large and heavy weapons.
The one who was beaten to death should be a meteor hammer or a mace. You see, there are still traces of dragging spikes here. Since it is just a reconnaissance unit of the orcs, there should not be as large and bulky as the ogres.
A guy, then the one who can use this kind of weapon must be a werewolf. There are no other scars on this person, except that his head was cut off in half cleanly. He should be a lizard man, they have such agility and strength."
When the general listened, all his arrogance was completely replaced by shock. Even he himself could only see what kind of weapon caused the damage, and he had no idea about the rest.
"Since they have such a convenient reconnaissance tool as the bipedal flying dragon, they can easily observe the situation from the sky. There is no need to send any reconnaissance troops. This small group of orcs should just come to test the attitude of our army. And our army
Taking the initiative to attack them, they naturally did not want to be caught by us, so they had no choice but to fight back. The combat effectiveness of the fully equipped orcs is definitely not something ordinary soldiers can compete with." The priest turned his eyes from the corpse to the general and said lightly. "
You shouldn't send out troops rashly."
The general was stunned for a while before he reacted. He nodded and said in a discouraged voice: "Okay, sir, please go deal with your own affairs first. I will handle the military affairs myself." The discouragement and cowardice were replaced by some respect.
, he nodded again. "Thank you for your advice."
Asa walked out of the city hall and let out a long sigh, trying to blow out the corpse stench that had melted into his body.
The originally lively streets of Bracada were still filled with people, but they were all soldiers with knives and guns. Those very creative hotels were all filled with weapons and food. The whole city was filled with
Xiao means to kill.
According to Bishop Ronis, the lives of the people on the street may be in his hands. Just thinking about this makes him feel tired.
The setting sun dyed the clouds red, and the smell of corpses still lingered in the nose. This blood-like sunset looked particularly ominous.
An owl sat on a nearby tree and stared at him.
"Why is he here?" Widnina looked at the image in the crystal ball in surprise.
"That's the priest boy that Ronis sent there. I was also wondering where he found someone out of nowhere. It turns out to be the person you mentioned." A necromancer said while looking at the crystal ball.
Widnina and four necromancers sat together around a large, exquisite and elegant round table. Although less than half of the people were seated, this was already a rare grand scene for the Necromancer Guild. Normally,
The members of the guild are all doing their own things everywhere. They also have their own identity and their own lifestyle in each place. Only at occasional meetings and activities will some people gather together.
"Is this the boy who fell into the Sunwell?" "The elves are looking for him everywhere. It seems that he stole the leaves of the World Tree and escaped. This is really interesting." The other three necromancers discussed
.
The necromancer who knew Asa said to Vidnina: "I heard that you used the leaves of the World Tree to create a real dragon of darkness, but in the end it was destroyed by others, and even the leaves of the World Tree were robbed.
Go. Really? You are really willing to give it up. Take it back and study it carefully, maybe you can use it to make some treasures."
"What I do is my freedom." Widnina said coldly.
"Women really like luxurious animals." The Necromancer actually looked at Widnina and smiled without losing his sense of humor. "Even though they are no longer animals, they are still so wasteful. Haha, I'm sorry, it's just a joke. Although Ronis
The old man wants to quell this war, but we don't want him to do this. After all, there hasn't been a decent war for a long time, and the blood and corpse odor are almost extinct from the air in the mainland. We are all waiting to see the fun. But no more
We can't be as extravagant as this lady, use some frugal and efficient methods." He turned to another necromancer. "Hey, lend me those gargoyles you just studied."