Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Five: Nandu, Defeat, Catch Up
Around dawn, the Doro caravan finally recovered slightly after experiencing the terrible battle.
Under the leadership of three middle-level warriors, White, Grant, and Huber, the people who were still alive dug a simple and large tomb for all the human victims on a high ground by the Sandos River. The process couldn't be simpler.
After being cleaned up, the cold and hard bodies were placed one by one into the tomb, then piled one on top of another, and finally capped with sand, gravel and soil.
To be honest, such a grave excavated in a hurry is not very reliable. Those scavengers in the wasteland, such as black jackals and coyotes, will soon search for the smell of death, and then they will try their best to peel off the top layer.
pile of soil, and then drag out the human remains inside and eat them. But under the current situation, there is no better way than this. As for the bones of those thieves, the Doro Caravan will not go there at all.
Pay attention.
"Steward Franklin, how will the caravan go next? Continue north or turn back south?" Finally, after paying a knight's farewell salute to the graves of Camaro and many comrades-in-arms, Grant turned around and came to the steward's side and asked
Dao. At this moment, because of the heroic death of the seventh-level knight, Grant has automatically become the new captain of the caravan.
"I think it's better to go back to the south bank first? What do you think, Sir Ensberg?" Franklin thought for a while, sighed, and looked at the mage on the other side.
"This is an appropriate choice, I have no objection." Moriarty nodded.
Although the Doro caravan and his party successfully defeated the attack of Savage Totem in the early hours of this morning, and even killed a Behemoth Shaman who accompanied the team and seriously injured its commander, Moriarty clearly knew that the so-called "attacking the enemy makes the enemy worse."
"The enemy returns in greater numbers." Just one tactical victory cannot shake the foundation of one of the three giants of Hurricane Wasteland, but will only attract stronger and more terrifying revenge. So Moriarty naturally believes that he should return to Bracada now.
It would be wise to avoid the limelight for the time being, otherwise if he continues to head north rashly, what awaits him and the Doro caravan will be complete destruction.
After a while, the ferry from the ferry slowly moved upstream from the downstream. Although the boatmen on the ferry vaguely heard the shouts and explosions on the north bank last night, they did not know what happened. So early in the morning
Went out to take a look. At this time, when they saw everyone from the Doro caravan gathering on the shore and shouting loudly, the captain immediately ordered them to dock.
At the same moment, further north in the Hurricane Wasteland, the Wolfgang Wolf Cavalry led by the female werewolf Margaret also encountered the retreating Savage Totem head-on.
"What's going on?" When her wolf-riding sentry reported to Margaret that a large number of big-eared barbarian thieves and ogres had been defeated several miles away, the female werewolf was immediately shocked.
Although the relationship between the three giants of Hurricane has always been constant friction and leverage over each other because of sharing a bowl of meat, the Savage Totem in front of him actually suffered such a big loss and came back in defeat, but it was Let Ma
Grete wanted to help. After all, we are all Behemoths. There was no reason to sit back and watch our compatriots being "bullied" by humans while she did nothing.
And when the female werewolf finally saw the dying Varyosha, and received the news from the big-eared berserker that the old ogre Gordon had died in battle, Margaret, in addition to being furious, felt a sense of disbelief.
and unbelievable.
"Tell me clearly, what happened!?" Margaret took out the healing potion she carried with her and poured it into Varyosha's mouth, but it had no effect at all.
"Humans...thunder and lightning...explosion...fire..." Although the four big-eared berserkers were far more powerful than ordinary barbarians, they didn't seem to be very smart, and their words were always unfocused. Let Margaret listen.
Got confused.
"Okay, please send him back to the Totem Headquarters for treatment first. If you delay any longer, I'm afraid it will be too late." At this time, the old werewolf on the side stretched out his hand to interrupt the berserker and pointed at the unconscious Varyosha.
Immediately, the four big ears seemed to have reacted, and immediately saluted the old werewolf, and then hurriedly lifted up their commanders and continued towards the wilderness further north.
"Old Crow, why don't you let me continue asking?" Looking at Big Ear running away and the other soldiers and ogres following closely, the female werewolf seemed to be dissatisfied and shouted.
"The information is enough." The old werewolf said calmly, as if he didn't notice the other party's dissatisfaction.
"Then tell me, what's going on? Uncle Gigert told me clearly that there is only one seventh-level knight and two fifth-level knights in the human caravan. And the Savage Totem far exceeds the caravan in terms of total strength.
There are so many mercenaries, Valyosha is a powerful seventh-level blood-blade waiter, and there is even Old Brotherton, an ogre shaman who can fight better than me. How could such a powerful combat power be defeated by a single person?
Where is the little human caravan?" Margaret seemed to be irritated by the old werewolf's indifferent expression, and Margaret immediately yelled.
"The battlefield is always an unknowable maze shrouded in dense fog. The so-called intelligence cannot be trusted until it is fully verified. I thought that the child in Valyosha already understood this, but I didn't expect that he didn't do it well.
"The old werewolf did not directly answer the female werewolf's question, but sighed softly.
"Are you saying that the information Uncle Gigert received is false?" Margaret asked as she looked at the old werewolf.
"The truth and falsehood of what you said should first be distinguished at different points in time. At least when Varyosha attacked Doro, he did not know that his enemy's camp already had one or more powerful people.
Mage." The old werewolf shook his head and said.
"Mage?"
"Yes, mage!" Facing the female werewolf's stunned look, the old werewolf continued: "Thunder, lightning, explosion, fire, all what Big Er said just now can only mean one thing, that is, they have been under the magic of the mage.
Attack. As for why there were suddenly more mage professionals accompanying the Doro caravan, there are too many possibilities. After all, Brakada is the hometown of mages in the entire continent. Even if there are one or several
It is quite logical for a mage to leave the south and travel to the human kingdom in the north, taking a caravan carriage along the way."
"So that's it!" After hearing what the old werewolf said, Margaret suddenly realized.
And if Moriarty heard these words at this time, he would probably be even more surprised and admired. Just a few words allowed the old werewolf to restore most of the overall appearance of the entire incident. Such a thinking and analysis ability
, it’s really amazing.
"However, even if the human side has mages to help them, they will inevitably suffer heavy losses when facing the barbaric totem. In any case, the basic troops in Varyosha's hands far exceed the enemy's, and there are also those ogres who can break through the defense. I guess, if
It was not that Varyosha advanced lightly, broke into the enemy camp, and was then accidentally attacked and killed by the opponent's strong men, otherwise Savage Totem would not have suffered such a complete defeat. As for the death of Old Brotherton in the battle, it was probably because of rescuing Varyosha.
." After the female werewolf was slightly surprised, the old werewolf added.
"Then taking advantage of the enemy's weakness and exhaustion after the battle, we will just follow up and kill all the remaining humans. This will not only seize valuable property, but also avenge Old Brotherton! You see
, how about it?" Margaret shouted immediately.
"Your reaction is not slow, but your plan is ordinary. If I were the leader of the human caravan, I would definitely choose to retreat to Bracada now. Because he must also know that if the barbaric totem is hit hard by such a blow, there will definitely be a big move later.
Revenge." The old werewolf glanced at the other party and said with a faint smile.
"But I guess those greedy human merchants will definitely be reluctant to part with the goods in their hands, and will definitely find ways to transport them all back to the south coast. So if we rush over now, we still have a chance to catch their tail. Even if the caravan has passed through San
As long as they are not far from the Dos River, my wolf cavalry can follow them across the river, catch up and kill them all." Margaret thought for a moment and suddenly retorted quickly.
"Haha, you are right this time. On the battlefield, the character and temperament of the enemy commander will greatly affect the actions and movement of the enemy. As far as human businessmen are concerned, they are indeed too greedy. Greedy
You have to almost ignore your own life. If we can reach the Sandos River before noon, you should have hope of catching their tail." After listening to the female werewolf's words, the old werewolf nodded with satisfaction and said.
"Then what are you waiting for? Let's set off immediately." Margaret, who rarely received praise from the old werewolf, suddenly jumped for joy, as if getting a "good" evaluation from the old werewolf was better than getting a rare magic bender.
The knife was worth making people happy, but then the female werewolf suddenly became quiet again: "Old Crow, haven't you always warned me not to allow me to cross the Sandos boundary river casually? You said that would cause unnecessary disputes."
"Yes, I said so." Seeing Margaret showing rare caution, the old werewolf smiled again: "But by 'casual', I mean not to do it because of inexplicable impulse or unnecessary
Out of curiosity, he went to cross the boundary river."
"And now?"
"Now, although those human warriors relied on bravery and wisdom to defeat the barbaric totems, I still hope to leave their heads on the banks of the Sandos River forever to warn those who come after them not to forget the dignity of the master of the wasteland just because of a momentary victory.
." The old werewolf said slowly.
"Okay, you're right, Old Crow!" Margaret roared, then slapped the sitting warg: "Target Sandos River, move forward!"
Immediately, dozens of wolf riders followed the female werewolf's red back like a whirlwind and galloped towards the south.
And it wasn't until all the wolf riders ran far away that the old wolf who was far behind pulled on his helmet and slowly followed. At the same time, he said to himself in a low voice: "Inexplicable impulse... Haha, it turns out that I am just a person."
You're just a lousy private...but no matter what, I will avenge you. My old friend, Gordon!"
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