"I?"

Soderol was a little stunned. Not to mention him, Ruger, who was standing by, was not very suitable for such questions. In their opinion, Roddy, as a leader, had to be "speak the same thing" at this time. In the tradition of the kingdom, roles such as staff and military advisors do exist, but the commander has never made a decision after hearing their suggestions, but he has never heard of anyone who would take the initiative to "ask for" opinions from others.

Such behavior usually means his "unconfidence" to a commander, and even means his "incompetence". Obviously, in the eyes of soldiers of this era, "arbitrary and arbitrary" is a manifestation of "intelligence and courage".

"I. I don't know, for such a problem, I--it's hard to talk casually."

Although he is a descendant of aristocrats, Soderol has long been used to the fact that he is following the leader of the Maharaja in the long run. He shook his head and expressed his no objection.

Seeing Sodlor's reaction, Roddy understood that this habit could not be corrected in a short period of time, so he had to whisper: "Then check it more before the attack tomorrow. If there is no problem, I will customize the last offensive point here."

This order made Sodlor and Ruger adapt a little. After the three of them finalized the plan for tomorrow's action, Roddy asked them to return to their tent to rest. He stopped the lighting of the ring with a spell. He lifted the curtain of the tent, confirmed that the soldier at night was not lazy and slowly exhaled, loosened the loose and tight safari leather armor and lay on the uneven mat.

The noise of raindrops falling on the tent echoed in my ears, and the humid air made my skin feel uncomfortable. Such a life is definitely a difficult time for the otaku who originally lived in modern society. But obviously, Roddy quickly adapted to his role, gradually escaped the obstacles in his original thinking, and gradually integrated into this world.

He reached out and touched the cloth bag beside him, which contained some herbs he had picked before. Although Roddy had not practiced alchemy before, he had learned the most basic "herb collection". Because he was a lone walker, he was very familiar with this necessary skill for survival in the wild. These "thorn leaf clovers" picked randomly are not advanced things. The purpose is to increase the movement speed of the mount by 5% within an hour.

It was at this moment that he remembered that although the Orc Kingdom was barren, it had an extremely valuable specialty: herbs.

In the southern part of the Naihemian grassland, in the Gondora Mountain area with mountains and rivers, those precious herbs are scarce resources that the Karen Kingdom could not have. Going southward is the Tasman Empire of the undead - and there is the origin of the "soul extraction potion". The medicinal materials used to make the antidote in Roddy's impression are located in the area of ​​the Orc Kingdom.

Do you want to find some time to check it out?

As soon as this idea appeared, he remembered that his level of "herb collection" was actually not enough to successfully dig out the high-level herbs - "herb collection" is not enough to pull out the weeds like pulling them raw and hard. The more precious the herbs are, the more time-consuming and labor-intensive it will take when collecting them. If the level is not enough, it is very likely that if you dig for a few days, you will lose your efforts because you break a rhizome.

Forget it, think about it again.

He summoned the character attribute bar and looked at it. Roddy showed a satisfied expression - because within four days, his level had been upgraded to level 7 and he had pre-stored enough experience to level 8!

A mission similar to "raiding the orc village" rewards extremely exaggerated experience points because of the terrifying record of all enemies and zero deaths on their own. Therefore, this trip was really smooth for Roddy and it couldn't be smoother.

Because it went smoothly, Roddy couldn't help but think of other possibilities...

"Sarota...if he has a chance, should he get rid of him first?"

When he thought of the cruelty and cunning of the witch doctor chief in the future, he couldn't help but wonder whether he should kill the other party first - but seeing that there was still a distance from the threshold of level 10, Roddy finally sighed and gave up on this idea.

"If you have the chance, you can pull it to the swamp, maybe it's possible..."

Roddy fell asleep as the rain drew.

…………

At the same time, just outside the "Cossack" village that Roddy just pointed out on the map, a large group of wolf cavalry suddenly tore through the rain in the darkness and rushed into the village on the muddy road.

The muffled sound of the wolf running was not as loud as the war horse, but it had a unique intimidating momentum, which made the beast soldiers who had already rested and sleeped in the tent poke their heads out in shock. After understanding the identity of the visitor, they ran out in panic and bowed collectively to welcome the team that suddenly appeared.

The strong wolf cavalry disdained to wear cloaks that blocked the rain, so they were almost all wet in the rainstorm, but because of this, their bodies became more and more powerful as an iron tower.

The six wolf cavalrymen who were opening the way forward came straight to the largest tent in the village, turned over and jumped off the wolf, and shouted to the orcs who bowed in the heavy rain in front of them: "Salute to Lord Sarota!"

"Long live the Hammer of Rohal!"

All the orcs were not very neat, but they seemed full of momentum.

The largest and most comfortable tent was immediately requisitioned, and the wolf cavalry pouring into the village were divided into two groups inside and outside. In the center, two figures jumped off the wolf... Far away, the soldiers waiting in the rain could hear the sound of wooden sticks and bone dice colliding in the sound of the rain.

Sarota, wearing a cloak and thin body, walked ahead, while Zoro's figure followed behind, with a respectful expression.

Two wolf cavalry raised their hands and lifted the curtains of the tent, allowing the two to bend down and walk into the tent with lights on. Sarota then raised their cane. Zoro immediately raised his hands and bent over to take it, gently placed it on the weapon rack beside him, then took the cloak that Sarota took off, ran around like a servant, and after everything was done, he stood respectfully in front of Sarota again.

At this time, Sarota was already sitting at the simple wooden table and whispered: "Sit down and talk."

The atmosphere in the tent fell silent.

"I think you know what has happened in the past few days, so talk to me about your opinion, Zoro."

Sarota handed Zoro a piece of linen, who took it with both hands, gently wiped the rain on his body and forehead, pondered for a moment, and then replied in a low voice: "Teacher, they are very powerful, I think...we seem to underestimate them too much before."

"Yeah, keep talking."

Sitting in the tent casually, Sarota pointed to the originally dim oil lamp at the fingertips. Under the mysterious power, the brightness of the light instantly increased by more than twice, but it can be seen that the witch doctor's expression at this time seemed a little haggard than before.

"Chief Rohal thought those were the actions of the Blood Spear tribe, and I thought so at first. But since you asked me to personally inspect the scene, I realized that these could not be caused by Blood Spears." Zoro's words were very organized, which was very different from the rude and urgent language habits of other orcs. It can even be said to have a clear "human" style - "The enemy was riding a war horse, not a wolf. Although the heavy rain covered most of the traces, the marks of the horse's hooves left a lot."

Sarota narrowed his eyes slightly, and began to rub a new bone dice between his fingers, "What else?"

"And..." Zoro's eyes raised slightly, and he was a little reluctant to speak, but finally he whispered: "If they can do this, I'm afraid Xhosa and the others..."

“Failed.”

Sarota nodded and then fell into silence.

From sending troops with confidence to waiting for large-scale attacks and plunders with anticipation - this is by no means a reckless plan that comes up with a slap in your head. Each step has detailed considerations and trade-offs. But even so, the orcs who should have brought good news never came back...

Such a gap suddenly hit Sarota's heart like a huge stone, making this orc, known for his resourcefulness, extremely stuffy.

Why did something go wrong?!

He asked himself countless times but could not get the answer. It was not until the tribe's villages suffered devastating blows one after another that he suddenly realized... It turned out that those humans who had no resistance in their eyes actually had courage and courage far more terrifying than orcs!

Originally, they thought they were docile sheep, but now the other party suddenly grew sharp claws and fangs and slaughtered them without warning... After this happened, it was as if they were hit by a solid iron rod, which made Sarota confused for two days.

"…Now don't consider the reasons for their failure now, and tell me what else you have seen."

As his fingertips continued to rub the dice, Sarota's eyes were still drooping.

"And it's fatal injury." Zoro took a breath, tried hard to recall the scene in his mind, and pointed to his neck. "Arrow wounds, more than seven people in the wolf cavalry team we encountered on the front were killed with one arrow, and those arrows belonged to the same person. Such powerful archery skills have never been heard of in the entire kingdom, because our wolf cavalry never rode and shot."

"Obviously, the human that Xhosa said at the time... is here."

When Xhosa once said these things, Zoro and Sarotta just regarded each other as humans who had lucked out of luck. They only thought that the other party had suffered heavy losses through the darkness and sneak attacks. But now... when the figure enveloped the tribe in a crushing posture, the oppressive force in it really made Zoro and Sarotta breathless.

Although Sarota was depressed, it was not difficult to get rid of such negative emotions. He breathed a sigh of relief and was very satisfied with Zoro's inference. When he raised his head, he had already shaken off the shadow in his heart. He looked at Zoro with praise and said, "You can say these things, which means you already understand how to think about the problem. But in terms of details, I think you should see more things."

"The number of enemies is only less than thirty, and according to the reports from his subordinates, Blood Spear and five villages have suffered destructive attacks in the past few days, but the number of these humans has not decreased at all... This fact shows two things."

"First, before they came, they made sufficient preparations that we could not imagine; second, these soldiers were strong and had high morale and were not afraid of any battle."

“Moranna.?”
Chapter completed!