As its name suggests, Boar's Tail Bay is surrounded by towering cliffs, and you can see unmelted ice and snow everywhere.
The cliffs, which are hundreds of meters high, extend to the left and right, seemingly endless, with no end in sight. There is only a small bay in the middle of the cliff, which extends in like a wild boar's curled tail. Follow this bay inward for dozens of seconds.
Here, there is a gently sloping wilderness for ships to anchor, allowing people to enter the Odin Icefield from here.
The western continent has entered early summer, but the storm blowing from the core of the Odin Icefield is still bitterly cold, so on the edge of the Odin Icefield, white snow, yellow-green moss and some can be seen everywhere on the gray-brown desert.
Small shrubs with extremely strong vitality are growing tenaciously. Large groups of gazelles, springboks, reindeer and other ice creatures appear here, bringing some vitality to the barren land.
A simple 'building' that could be described as a pigsty was piled crookedly at the exit of Boar's Tail Bay.
This is a walled circle built of mud, stones, weeds, and branches, about half a person's height. Several cellars were dug messily inside, and some roofs of unknown materials were placed on top. It was barely completed.
A place where people can live.
More than twenty pig-headed men lay lazily in the mud, humming and looking at the sky, quietly waiting for the meal to arrive.
They were wearing tattered leather armor, and rusty weapons were randomly thrown away in the distance. These guys were more like a group of refugees than soldiers. But they were pure-blooded orcs after all, and their combat effectiveness
, in fact it is still better than ordinary human warriors.
The fat-headed, big-eared pig-headed men are strong and muscular. Even though they are famous for being lazy and dirty, a crazy pig-headed man can still easily fight against two or so human warriors in a head-on battle.
There was only one tent in the dilapidated camp that was relatively bright. A red pig-headed man with blood-stained skin sat lazily in the tent, cheeping and laughing, carefully counting the coins and a few coins in his hand.
of silver coins.
The bloody pig-headed man. This is considered a middle-class noble among the pig-headed people. His skin color represents that he has the blood of the royal pig-headed people. Look at the dim magic lines under his skin, and he is not much different from ordinary humans. He is just a
Judging from his particularly fat ears, his royal bloodline is quite strong.
"Those humans are right!" The bloody pig-headed man muttered in a low voice: "You can earn money quickly if you eat free money! Hahaha!"
This camp was originally supposed to be garrisoned by two hundred pig-headed men to prevent the Gallic Empire's invasion team from invading the Odin Icefield from Boar's Tail Bay. But this bloody pig-headed man didn't know where he met a group of human traders. They taught him this
The originally honest and honest pig-headed man had some sneaky tricks. This pig-headed man had a very strong IQ, and he quickly learned these tricks.
He reduced the two hundred standard soldiers to fifty, and all the funds for the other one hundred and fifty were pocketed by himself.
The aliens on Wudalian Island and the Odin Icefield do not have a strict national system. They are completely in the state of tribal alliance. The loose management method allows this bloody pig-headed man to eat freely for more than half a year and make a fortune.
Enough money to make him a rich man in the tribe.
Humming happily, he stuffed the silver coins and coppers he had just cut off into an animal skin pocket under the bed. The bloody pig-headed man lazily walked out of the tent and faced his subordinates who were lying on the ground waiting for their meals.
Roared a few times.
The pig-headed soldiers with fat heads and big ears stood up lazily. They dragged their weapons and lazily divided into three small teams of less than ten people. They yawned and walked toward the Boar's Tail Bay.
Daily patrolling, this kind of thing is really too difficult for the lazy pig-headed people. The pig-headed people yawned hard, and several pig-headed people with mixed blood simply transformed into wild boars with four hooves on the ground, lazily
Shivering, I walked towards the bay.
The bloody pig-headed man walked around the camp arrogantly. After fully asserting his authority, he yawned and lay down where his subordinates had dozed off just now, and lazily closed his eyes. In this way
On a warm sunny afternoon, taking a nap with squinted eyes, quietly waiting for the arrival of the meal, this kind of day... This is the life that a pig-headed person should have!
Just when the pig-headed men in this simple camp were out patrolling, three troop carriers commanded by Enzo had quietly invaded the Boar's Tail Bay. This bay was dozens of miles long and only about three miles wide. The three troop carriers carefully penetrated deep into the bay.
In a place large enough to accommodate a thousand people to land, Enzo and more than 300 soldiers under his command were placed on the case.
After moving the ordnance from the troop carrier, Enzo directed the soldiers to find an easy-to-defend but difficult-to-attack mountain corner near the landing site. He began to build a corresponding forward base here. A large number of crossbows and arrows were stored here.
Enzo used two earth-attribute magic scrolls sent by the Gagu people. Along with the low roar of the earth, two solid stone walls gradually rose from the ground to protect this small camp.
The soldiers spread out. They cut down a large number of branches and carefully pulled off large pieces of moss. They used these things to cover the camp and the three troop carriers firmly. Basically, unless there were elite scouts at close range
Observe, otherwise you wouldn't be able to see anything strange in this corner from a distance.
Dozens of soldiers were left behind to guard the troop transport and this small support camp. Enzo led nearly 300 soldiers, along with Vic and the Seven Swordsmen in Blood, and carefully walked up the gentle slope.
The wasteland where Boar's Tail Bay is located is the most desolate place in the entire Odin Icefield. Normally there are foreigners guarding this place, but generally speaking there are not many defenders here. And they were sent here
The aliens guarding him were all cannon fodder on the battlefield. To Enzo, these guards did not pose much of a threat.
But this time their mission is to go deep into the Odin Ice Field, and even require them to capture a wizard from the Odin Temple to torture military intelligence. This kind of mission almost leads to death. Although Enzo has the intention to work as a foreigner, he still has to show off no matter what.
I'll hang around here for a while.
"So, Vic, take the scouts to the front and take a look. We'd better not alert those aliens this time." Enzo gave the order in a low voice.
Vic nodded. He selected a dozen scouts who were wearing soft, tight-fitting leather armor, short knives, hard crossbows, and short arrows. They rushed out like a wisp of smoke, carefully spreading out into an arc-moon array and moving forward.
Searched the past.
When the large group of troops marched forward for two miles, Vic suddenly clenched his fists far back and made a gesture for everyone to stop. Enzo immediately stopped the soldiers and accompanied Enzo on the road.
The soldiers who had gone through life and death countless times on the battlefield quickly found the boulder hiding themselves and hid themselves in the shadow of the boulder.
A scout rushed back and carefully reported the intelligence ahead.
Twenty-six pig-headed men were huddled behind a leeward earthbag and dozing. Eight of them had even returned to their animal form. Looking at their appearance and their appearance so close to the Boar's Tail Bay,
It proves that they should be the alien sentries responsible for patrolling this area.
but...
"Pig-headed man!" Enzo tilted his mouth: "Okay, whatever the pig-headed man does is acceptable. Avoid them and let's not disturb their sleep. From here, we go directly to Black Snake Valley. Then
The environment there is not bad, we can hang out there for a few more days."
Narrowing his eyes, Enzo has not yet figured out how to 'complete' this mission, but he will not lead his soldiers to die in vain. Capturing a wizard from the Odin Temple? How could it be so easy?
?He was convinced that the message from Gaya was that Lin Qi had returned to the Western Continent, so Lin Qi would definitely not leave his brothers alone.
Maybe as long as he persists for a while, many things will change.
The team of three hundred people avoided the patrolling pig-headed men at a distance, formed a skirmish line, and quickly headed towards the Black Snake Valley a hundred miles away.
It was a deserted valley with extremely complicated terrain, and no one would approach it on weekdays. A kind of non-venomous but useless black snake abounds there. During his stay there, Enzo can let people hunt the black snake for food, and he can leave some
Take down the rations carried by the team in case of emergencies.
A huge Purple Thunder Albatross flew slowly from high altitude. This giant magic bird with a wingspan of more than fifty meters is a sacred object of Odin's Ice Field and a totem worshiped by many alien races. They control the power of thunder and wind.
They have been flying high in the sky since their birth until their death. They are extremely powerful and proud magical birds.
But today, the eyes of this Purple Thunder Albatross are shining with wisdom. It is overlooking the whereabouts of Enzo and others from an altitude of 10,000 meters above the ground. Through some kind of wonderful soul connection, everything it sees is in the distance.
It was displayed in a tent.
More than three thousand elite orc wolf cavalry surrounded the tent. Inside the tent, a royal werewolf with dark skin and roughly wolf-ear-shaped ears sat arrogantly on a big chair, looking coldly at Enzo and others in a water mirror in front of him.
People's movements.
"Black Snake Valley? That's a good place to kill people!"
The royal werewolf glanced at a fat human businessman standing in the corner of the tent.
"If you kill these people, are you really willing to give me a thousand catties of tea bricks? You can't lie to me!"
The fat businessman nodded with a smile. He casually took out a tea brick that exuded a strong aroma and threw it to the royal werewolf.
A very low-quality tea brick costs about ten copper coins per catty in the Eastern Continent; in the Western Continent, this tea brick only costs two or three silver coins per catty. But in the Odin Icefield, the value of this tea brick is as much as that of the same weight.
Gold is equivalent.
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