Aiboike had no choice but to think of one last thing, "One more thing. Traces of the Necromancer's activities were found in the territory."
"Are they those crazy people again?" Epps slammed the staff on the ground. "How many people are there?"
"Only one has been found for the time being." Ai Bok told the story of his previous search for the village with Sha Duo, and then put forward his own guess.
"There should be 3 or 4 more that have not been exposed. I have already asked people to investigate."
"Yeah." Epps nodded. He was very satisfied with his friend and follower who grew up with him. It would be better if he wasn't so doting on Niya.
"Those madmen are really not afraid of death. Every time there is a wave of orcs, they rush over to die." Epps joked, but he still took it very seriously in his heart.
"I will let Leonard lead the night watchman to handle this matter. You don't have to worry about these trivial matters. If you can advance to the level of Arcanist, maybe I can really contact that adult."
When the lord mentioned that Lord, Aibo couldn't help but show a look of yearning and awe. Great Arcanist, what a coveted title.
"I hope so."
Aibo stood up and was about to leave. He knew that the lord was making final preparations for an action in the near future, and he did not want to waste the lord's time.
Epps also stood up, took out a small mirror with a strap, and handed it to Ai Burke, "Take this [Mirror of Inversion] and carry it with you during action. It will be safer."
"This -" Aibo knew that this was a magic item left by the lord's grandfather. He did not pick it up, but asked, "You gave me this mirror of reversal, what about you?"
Epps smiled and said, "You don't think the Savile family really has that much wealth, do you? Don't worry, take it, I have other cards."
Seeing what the lord said, Aibok no longer refused, accepted the small mirror, and then called the tower spirit to send him away.
…
On the other side, in the southeast corner of Savile Town, opposite the southwest corner is another military camp.
Two thousand soldiers have lined up quietly at the main training ground, and opposite them is a messy chamber of commerce and adventurers recruiting personnel.
As usual in the past, in order to cope with the tide of orcs, the ten-man squad was reorganized into a five-hundred-man brigade. Today, the main force in the territory is these four brigade.
To a certain extent, these people are the foundation for the maintenance of the Savile Territory. Cleaning up the wilderness, opening up the territory, and deterring external forces, which one does not require a large number of manpower?
And magic, as long as it doesn't reach a certain level, is just the icing on the cake.
Ke Yaen looked at the four brigades with solemn momentum in front of him, and a trace of emotion flashed in his mind. When the orc wave occurred ten years ago, he was also one of the ordinary soldiers.
How many of the companions who fought with him at that time are left now?
This time there was no lord or anyone else participating in the battle, so the battle was bound to be even more tragic. Just thinking of the action the lord said, and thinking that there might even be no more orcs in the future, Keyan knew that some price had to be paid.
Thinking of this, Keyan glanced at the chamber of commerce armed forces who had not been honest until now. At this moment, he strongly agreed with the lord's compulsory recruitment order.
"Bareiris! You take 500 people and set off first, go south along the Wolfburg River, clear the road, mark the route, and kill small groups of orcs on the spot when you encounter them. If there are many, you are allowed to retreat temporarily."
A bearded man below clenched his right hand and hammered his chest hard, shouting: "Yes!"
Keyan nodded and looked at the mage next to him, "Master Sandur, please assist Bareiris."
"No problem, leave it to me!"
Master Sandur waved the magic wand in his hand and readily agreed.
In large-scale battles, apprentices and even low-level mages can actually play a very small role. Spell blessings cannot cover everyone, and spells that truly have the final say are also quite rare.
At the same time, the battlefield environment is extremely unfriendly to mages, and life may be in danger if you are not careful. However, in addition to the magic wand in his hand that can instantly cast 10 fireballs, the most important thing that magistrate Sandur relies on is that he is proficient in various uses.
The magic of saving lives and running away.
That's why I agreed so readily.
Except for the lord's students, most of the other mages had bitter expressions on their faces. Obviously, the battlefield was not a good place for mages.
"Taman, you are responsible for commanding all the recruited personnel, and I will give you 500 people."
"yes."
As if he was worried that Taman would not be able to suppress those thorns, Keyan looked at a young mage next to him, "Burt, go and help. Be decisive when you need to be decisive, you know?"
"Know it."
Master Bert was a little impatient, but he had no choice but to think that the person in front of him was his father!
There are only 2,000 main forces in total, including the hundreds of people recruited, no matter what strategy they use, they will not work. In the end, they will have to rely on hard power to fight the orcs in a bloody battle.
Ke Yaen made a rough arrangement for all the participants and then led the team to set off.
…
At the same time, at the foot of Wolf God Mountain, one of the largest orc gangs began to enter the Green Pearl Forest. They were shouting, cursing, and fighting with each other, as if they were not going to rob the human world, but going to the river to play.
Only a young orc with slightly exquisite clothing is different from the other orcs. It knows how to think and plan, but what really distinguishes it from other orcs is that it has mastered the power of the elements.
Otherwise, even if it is the child of a shaman, it will not get any preferential treatment in the orc society. Only strength can get preferential treatment.
Compared with ordinary orcs, it understands the power of human mages better. It has even personally avoided the cleaning of human soldiers and adventurers, and witnessed the magnificent buildings in human territory.
It was a miracle that the orcs could never build. However, although the orcs could not build it, they could choose to destroy it. The young orc clenched his fist, and a trace of lightning flashed from his fist.
It showed a hint of a ferocious smile, and then got into a fight with the other orcs.
In front and behind this group of orcs, there were a large number of orcs in twos and threes, fighting and rushing towards the direction of Savile's territory.
Along the way, all the living creatures suffered. They were either killed or eaten. Almost no one missed it. This was a carnival that the orcs only had once every ten years.
However, this is a carnival for the orcs, but it is an out-and-out disaster for the humans in the Saville Territory.
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Savile Town.
After receiving the summons from the teacher, Master Leonard immediately went to the Amauna Tower Temple near the central square of the town without any delay.
At this time, most of the servants of the Lord of Glory had already set off with the army, leaving only one guardian of the law, but Leonard did not come here to find a judge this time.
What he is looking for is the servant of the Lord of the End of All Things, or the night watchman of the territory.
These people are not fortune-tellers who focus on recording life and death, but ruthless people who focus on the field of power. They regard the teachings of Jergal and the laws of the lords as their life.
Of course, you can also call them - undead creatures.
