Chapter 13: Saying Hero I am a Hero (Part 1)

Six of the thirty soldiers have now been lost, and all the others have been injured and have used holy healing potion. On a post, the soldiers are finishing the corpse of any beast soldier on the ground, and no one beast soldier is allowed to survive. In the square, an orc woman is holding a little orc.

The little orc seemed to be a little werewolf. It looked too small, with round red eyes, and a tail stood up because of tension. The little werewolf grabbed a small knife and showed a look of fear in his eyes, but he did not retreat and blocked his mother behind.

"Sir, all the final shots have been completed." Even the high-quality long sword that was slashed has already appeared. Annien is using "repair technique", which is a first-level spell that can repair some gaps in non-magical weapons, but it is not as good as a blacksmith. It is just a temporary stopgap.

The guerrilla warfare that went deep into the orc territory in a week, after three battles, killed 161 orcs, and had great achievements. However, it also overdrawed all the soldiers' physical strength and even the horses were fat. It was obvious that if you continued, you would no longer have combat effectiveness.

"Boom!" Under the power of magic, a piece of soil outside the post cracked a hole in the earth. The soldiers moved the layers of orc corpses into the pit, and the soil automatically healed. Annien was satisfied with writing the orcs on a wooden board: "There are 55 brave orc warriors who resist to the end and pay their respects to the warriors!"

In fact, he only knows these few words.

"Collect the spoils that can be taken away and set fire!" Annien said in an order. The so-called spoils that can be taken away are gold, silver, or magical items, these victories. After returning, they are distributed uniformly. Generally speaking, the lord takes half of the spoils and half of the people participating in the war.

However, there was nothing good in the orc's post. I barely found a few fine gold weapons and had to go back and return. However, the gold and silver were still abundant, and the soldiers were quite satisfied.

The four soldiers lit the torches and began to light the guard post again. The flames began to burn, and the wood burned on the ground made a slap sound, and a thick smoke began to emerge.

"With his comrades on his back, he will never give up a corpse." Annien ordered, and he personally helped a warrior's body to the horse, tied it up, and according to his instructions, if he could take it away in the orc area, he had to take away all the dead warriors. They really could not be taken away, and they had to be buried in unknown places and sent people to transport them back in the future. Even if there was only one corpse.

All the soldiers looked at their commanders with respect and stepped forward to help.

"Sir, do you want to kill her?" A soldier tied up the body of his comrades-in-arms and then stepped forward to ask for instructions. His eyes were murderous intent and he looked at the orc woman holding the child.

"No need, we are righteous soldiers, how can we kill innocent and female scholars indiscriminately?" Annien stared at him and said with a scolding, "Hurry, get ready, we will leave here immediately."

"Yes!" The soldier couldn't help but be stunned and retreated with shame.

Annien turned over the horse, squinted his eyes, looked into the distance, and then led forward. He turned around and looked at the orc woman and the child. Then he continued to move forward--in fact, the reason why he did not kill women and scholars was not because he was kind. Instead, he knew that many people in this world worship justice and liked to take off their pants and fart. Since this is the case, it would be better to cater to them. Anyway, dealing with orcs is not his own business. If there is something, they will take responsibility. If they die, why should they do good things and be scolded!

Now that he lets go of an orc woman and a child, he may have a few more orc warriors in the future. The consequences are also the responsibility of everyone and will not be borne by him alone. In this way, it doesn't matter. And he can earn a reputation for benevolence for himself, so why not do it?

So he did not attack the orc village, but specifically attacked a small group of orc army. In this way, whenever he went to any place, any standard would be a "hero" without any stain!

Only the most loyal people will lose their reputation and do things to eliminate the roots. However, such people will be suppressed or even strangled by their own people. In this way, even if they let the enemy go, they can increase pressure on the future human world, but they can gain the title of heroes and benevolence. For example, the group of soldiers in front of them were only cold respect at the beginning, but after these few days of fighting and awe of their military talents, they also looked awe for their personal charm. There was a little more admiration in their eyes. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile.

I am the greatest hero in the world. Annon thought so and confirmed that he was indeed. He suddenly began to look forward to the noble reputation he would gain after he returned, and he had to make up his mind to secretly send personnel and allocate funds to help them spread their great deeds. Thinking of this, a smile flashed across his eyes - in the past two months, every time he fought, he would have won the respect and respect of a group of people.

When the horses traveled, they kept running towards their destination. Annien did not want to be surrounded by the angry orc army. The group of people and horses kept working, and only had a short twenty-minute break every three hours - mainly to give the horses a chance to breathe, let them get into water and eat some grass.

An hour later, a new army of 500 orcs arrived, led by a lion man, found that the land was almost burned and almost a trembling orc woman and child were found.

Standing on the tombstone, the orc commander stared at the words "The 55 brave orc warriors who resisted to the end are buried here, and they pay their respects to the warriors." At this moment, the orc priest had already asked about it and reported it to the commander one by one. The commander listened without saying a word, but at the end, he sighed with countless complex meanings.

There is insight, admiration, and disgust.

"Master Lutiya?" The priest asked the orc commander. Behind him, the soldiers had arrested the orc woman.

"There is no need to touch him in the grave. As for this woman who visited relatives, let her go home!"

"Mr. Lu Tiya, but she violated the rules, she should die in battle." The priest couldn't help but raise his voice: "The child can let him go back, but he must not let her live!"

"Stop, in which Bible is the supreme Gewush said that they must fight against the fully armed warriors? And she also brought children, the men of our beast tribe, are not dead yet!" The lion commander named Lutiya was immediately furious.

"But!" The priest wanted to argue, but Lu Tiya had already shown murderous aura and immediately retracted his words. Although the shaman priesthood in the orc empire has a high status, the lion family that holds military power, especially a strong lion clan in the backstage, will not be a big problem even if they kill a shaman priest who disobeys the order.

"Let her go back and chase after her. I think I will meet this human hero and see what kind of character he is!" Speaking of the word "hero", the commander of the lion clan Lu Tiya showed a look of sarcasm in his respect and a look of sarcasm!

"Follow it, don't make a sound!"

The group covered the horse's hooves with cloth, sometimes walking slowly, sometimes leading the horses, and at the most dangerous time, even the group of people along the river, the soldiers' boots made a slight sound, but were covered by the river's currents, and sometimes even crossed the river to eliminate the smell. In the recent night, this group of people even walked through the second orc army, with no more than 100 meters apart!

After two days of marching, carrying the corpses of warriors, walking through the jungle and searching army, they could avoid direct combat and constantly approach their own area. All the warriors have been convinced. If this kind of achievement that is nearly a monster on earth can even be worshipped like a god of war. In this world, although everyone knows that this is the magic power that middle and high-level magicians have, after all, not many warriors can encounter such magical effects, so the reverence they aroused is still quite amazing, especially Annien's status becomes even more noble.

A warrior was walking in front of his waist and holding the horse. Annien followed closely behind him, but his body did not fall down, his face calmly and calm, which was a kind of grasp that everything was in his hands. In fact, he was indeed sure. There were prophetic spells in the distance, intelligent brain detection in the nearest, and his constant advanced flying techniques and divine protection. It was natural to have such a lot of capital to show a leisurely expression.

Confidence comes from strength, not illusion!

Even in the secret marching, the soldiers in front and behind deliberately or unintentionally block Annien. This is the manifestation of the soldiers' sincere respect. Only by truly acknowledging a commander and subordinates below can they have such spontaneous protection actions!

These actions of the warriors made Annien very satisfied and led the warriors through a relatively dirty river. On the river, the messy branches and rotten leaves were filled with turbid darkness, but after passing through the river, a hill suddenly appeared in the sight of the warriors.
Chapter completed!