In the early morning of a new day, the sun once again cast its passionate rays on the cliff lake. However, the cliff lake was miserable and miserable.
Last night, in the southern part of the camp guarded by Gerner Fadlan, there was a sneak attack by kobolds, killing more than 60 soldiers. To the west of the camp, a huge hellfire raged in the camp for a while.
, the body of the rock was finally shattered, and it slumped down and turned into a pile of green gravel.
That was the "masterpiece" of Braylin Firefist. She led the harpies to be responsible for the harassment in the west. Since the number of grenadiers in Thresh Kingdom was limited, she did not arrange any grenadiers there, and the eagles
Because of their wings, human beings are not suitable for throwing.
So Braylin Firefist released his reconnaissance eye, quietly surveyed the inside of the camp, then quietly approached, summoned a hellfire, and smashed it into the wall.
Hellfire attracted enough soldiers and created enough noise and chaos. Braylin Firefist took the opportunity to release another "Rain of Fire", and then proudly led his men away.
Including the casualties caused by Braelyn Firefist's attack, the Cliff Lake camp lost more than 90 soldiers in one night, nearly 200 wounded, and more than a dozen houses were burned down by hellfire.
In short, the current camp is extremely miserable. Gerner Fadlan stood by the open space behind the wall. He lowered his head, took off his helmet and tucked it under his arm. In front of him, dozens of bodies were covered with white cloth.
The corpses were placed all over the ground.
Even before he and his men had a face-to-face encounter with the sneak attack enemy, the enemy only used a small trick of harassing them for three consecutive nights, and they caused such huge losses!
Gresu stood on the other side of the pile of corpses. This usually arrogant goblin was shaking all over and shouting: "Quick, go to the swamp for help!"
Gresu no longer thinks about recapturing Black Wolf Lake and Gale Mine. At this pace, whether he can keep the Cliff Lake camp is still a question.
However, he ignored one thing. After three consecutive nights of harassment, Prell and his soldiers were equally exhausted. Moreover, if such a strategy was used once, it would be difficult to be effective the second time!
Prell, who had evacuated the tree stumps outside the Cliff Lake camp before dawn, returned to the wood processing yard, retreated back more than ten miles again, and then rested on the spot.
In the afternoon, a raptor druid brought back news: a small team of 20 goblins and humans rode out of the camp, headed northeast of Cliff Lake, and entered the mountain road of Stoneclaw Trail.
Obviously, this night attack was too much for Gresu to bear, and he finally decided to seek help. "Continue to investigate!" Prell ordered, and the raptor druid bowed to Prell with admiration and retreated.
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Another raptor druid brought back another news in the evening: Hundreds of workers were dispatched to the Cliff Lake logging team camp to renovate the fence and clear away all the tree stumps within a distance of about thirty yards outside the camp.
Prell shrugged. Apparently the kobold used the tree stump as a cover to launch a sneak attack by throwing grenades at close range, which made Gresu think of the simplest and most effective way to deal with it.
But he no longer planned to continue such night raids, because there was no point in doing so. So he focused on the person Gresu was seeking help from.
On the shores of Mystra Lake in Ashenvale, Capelan received a letter asking for help from Gresu. Since Gazruin was forced to leave the Gale Mine, because he chose to stand on the side of his old friend, and because the company executives believed
His job in the logging team was unfavorable, so he was sent to Ashenvale to continue his so-called "pioneering career."
Ashenvale is the sphere of influence of the night elves. The night elves built a city of the same name on an island in the Astrana Lake in the center of the forest, and also built several temples in the rest of the forest.
On the shores of Lake Mystra, there is a camp of the Silver Wing Sentinels stationed there. Capelan has done nothing in Ashenvale in recent years. After all, the venture capital company is mainly engaged in forestry and mining, and the night elves are very protective of the forest.
Well-known in mainland China.
Capelan is not stupid enough to have trouble with the night elves, so he has been working hard to establish relations with the night elves in Ashenvale, and he has tried his best to maintain the road from Storm Valley to the Barrens via the Stonetalon Trail.
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Occasionally, with the permission of the elves, he hunts in the forest, obtains some furs, and cuts down some trees that the elves think can be cut down. In short, his life is pretty good, except that he does not have much power and is almost venture capital.
The company headquarters was forgotten.
After receiving Gresu's letter asking for help, Capelan thought for a long time and finally matched the name of the kobold "Prell". The name of this kobold was given and named by him himself. He did not expect that it would be
One day, this kobold, who was born ordinary, actually caused such a big trouble to the venture capital company.
Kapellan is a goblin businessman who is good at dancing, but he is not so much that his conscience has been wiped out by money. As can be seen from his friendship with Gazruin, he still has a certain bottom line. However, his relationship with Gresu
It wasn't too bad, so after thinking for a long time and asking a lot of questions from the goblins who came to deliver the letter, Capellan decided to accept the invitation.
No matter what, he still didn't want Gresu to lose his life because of this. So Capellan summoned all the men he could muster, and about a hundred people gathered together.
Capelan's men are almost all goblins. Their daily routine is to maintain the Stonetalon Trail and the road between the Stonetalon Trail and the main forest road in the northern Ashenvale. Due to the activities of the night elves here for thousands of years,
, their task is easy.
After explaining the upcoming mission to his men, Capellan also went to the Silver Wing Sentinel's station north of Lake Mystra and purchased a batch of short bows and arrows for the Sentinels' daily training in the name of a venture capital company.
Kapellan knew that Gresu had also asked for help from the Silt Swamp at the same time, but Gresu's letter asked him to come quickly in a pleading tone, so he decided to set off first and no longer wait for the reinforcements from the Silt Swamp to arrive.
Crossing the Stoneclaw Trail again, this tunnel through the mountain aroused Capellan's memories. Back then, he was the one who led a group of hired workers deep into the Windy Valley, renovated this tunnel, and renovated the cliffs on both sides of the tunnel entrance.
All cleaned up.
From the Stone Claw Trail into the Stone Claw Mountains, it takes nearly a day's walk to go around the winding mountain road from the entrance of the cave halfway up the mountain to the forest below.
Capelan looked at the bare hillside and shook his head slightly. This was the first time since he was sent back to the Stonetalon Mountains, and once again entered the realm of Storm Valley. Things have changed and people have changed, which always makes people feel a lot of melancholy.
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Capellan is still riding a pony, which is no longer the one he rode on the day Prior was born, and his tall black hat has also been replaced by a short gray hat. He is walking at the front of the team.
Peilan couldn't help but sigh.
He still clearly remembered that as long as he walked around two hillsides and passed through a short valley, he would completely enter the Gale Valley.
Then he suddenly reined in the pony under his seat because he saw a lone figure standing at the exit of the valley.
It's a kobold! Kapellan became alert, and his hand involuntarily touched the short gun on his waist. It was a fine product made by dwarves.
"Mr. Capellan, we meet again!" This kobold looks quite ugly. He is wearing a gray robe. The material is linen, which is the most common fabric in the entire continent. The only thing that makes this kobold stand out.
What's interesting is that there is no candle in the yellow linen hat he is wearing, nor is there any wax. It looks very clean, and he also carries a long sword on his back.
The goblins behind him all gathered around, and several of the goblins raised their muskets, aiming at the kobold. But the kobold was not panicked at all. He even lazily found a rock and sat down, looking at it with a relaxed expression.
Hold each other.
Kapellan looked at the kobolds in confusion, and quietly said to a goblin next to him: "Pay attention to your surroundings!"
The kobold suddenly shouted: "Mr. Capellan, don't you recognize me? This is really sad! They say that noble people forget things, and obviously you have forgotten it. You know, my name is
You did it yourself!"
Capellan was shocked. He firmly grabbed the handle of the short gun at his waist: "Are you Prell?"
Prell nodded: "It's me!"
Capelan was still surprised and asked: "It was you who led the kobolds, tauren and harpies to rob the Storm Mine and the Black Wolf Lake camp?"
Prell shrugged: "Yes!"
Capelan drew his short gun: "I didn't expect you to have done so many great things! I'm sorry, kid, I have to kill you!"
There was a gunshot and after the smoke cleared, Prell was unharmed. He smiled and drew his sword. This action made the goblins panic, and three or four goblins also fired.
Then they saw a holy light falling on Prior, and the kobold shouted: "For the sake of the name you gave me, surrender, Mr. Capellan!"
Capelan was in shock. He looked at Prell as if he were a monster. It was the first time he saw a creature that had been shot several times in a row without any harm at all.
Then he suddenly raised his head and saw densely packed human heads emerging from the top of the valley. There were kobolds, harpies, jackals, and a few ogres and tauren. They were holding muskets and pulling weapons.
With a long bow, he aimed at everyone in the valley.
There was a sudden commotion behind him. Capelan quickly looked back and saw dozens of kobold soldiers holding shields, blocking their retreat.
"Surrender, Mr. Capellan, I don't want to kill you!" Prior continued, and then he cast another holy light on himself.
Kapellan suddenly felt that the kobold's display of strength was a little unnecessary. He looked at his panicked men in silence, then looked up at Prell's men who were waiting for him, and said bitterly: "Can we negotiate terms?"
Prell said: "Of course!" He continued without waiting for Capelan to speak: "I have established the Thresh Kingdom in Rolling Rock Canyon, and I am the first warchief. The kingdom has kobolds, harpies
Men, gnolls, ogres, and members of many other races, including goblins.
In fact, my finance minister is a goblin. If you are willing to surrender and serve the kingdom, I will give you the corresponding status and treatment. Here you can display your skills and talents, and you will not be treated like a venture capital company.
Sent to Ashen Valley where he cannot use any abilities."
Kapellan opened his mouth, and Prell seemed to already know what he was going to say, and continued: "Don't plead for Gresu, even if I don't kill him, there are many people who want his life. So now, what you should consider is
, your life and that of your men! Tell me your answer, Mr. Capellan!"
Capelan's eyes rolled back and forth, constantly switching back and forth between Prell and the soldiers above the valley. Then he dropped his short gun dejectedly: "Okay, I accept your conditions!"
Behind him, the goblins also lowered their weapons.