After all, ordinary logging team members make up the majority of the people in the Cliff Lake camp. Although Gerner Fadlan is a "former" guard captain, he is still a veteran who has undergone formal military training and has combat experience.
few.
Most humans, goblins and a small number of dwarf lumberjacks are just trying to survive and support their families. The reason why they traveled thousands of miles across the endless sea from their hometown to another continent is just for the venture capital company.
Fee's salary.
As a result, the conflict completely intensified. Rigel, as the foreman, led a group of men and forcibly seized the small boat parked behind the camp on the shore of Cliff Lake. Then he began to pack his luggage busily, preparing to abandon the camp and head towards the hillside behind Cliff Lake.
He fled in the direction of the water wheel.
Looking at the corpses of more than ten suicide squad members that were brought back, Gerner Fadlan felt sad. He felt that he had tried his best, but when he encountered a boss who only knew how to escape, he was really powerless.
So this indignant veteran handed over all his wages and savings over the years to Diesel and asked him to hand them over to the families of those who died in the war. Then he solemnly walked out of the camp alone and walked towards Prell's military camp.
There were no kobold musketeers and jackal archers firing cold shots. Gernar Fadlan seemed to be taking a walk, ignoring the shouts behind him. He climbed over the first ditch and stood behind the tree stumps.
kobold soldiers in front of battle.
He held up his shield, waved his sword, and shouted: "I am Gernar Fadlan, from the Western Wilderness. I have fought against orcs from another world. Now, I challenge you, Kobold Prey.
you!"
Lexa frowned: "This is a warrior who wants to die!" Prell sighed: "Then I will fulfill his wish!"
He walked out and stood in front of Gerner Fadlan. Looking at the short kobold in front of him, who had no obvious difference from other kobolds except for his height, Gerner Fadlan bent down.
: "I heard Michael talking about you, kobold. Because of you, he was dismissed from his post by that cowardly goblin Gresu. Come on, let me see your power!"
He looked at Prell cautiously, covered half of his body with a shield, shrank his body slightly, and hid behind the shield, then roared and charged at Prell.
Prell did not dodge, and Gerner Fadelan suddenly looked happy. His long sword suddenly thrust out like a ghost and stabbed toward Prell's ribs. According to his calculations, at this angle,
There was no way around Prell.
Then he saw in horror that Prell threw it casually, and a holy light warhammer suddenly appeared and hit him hard on the head. Gerner Fadelan was immediately dizzy on the spot, and Preel
You jumped up, punched his long sword away, then turned around and struck away his shield with a sword.
When Gernar Fadlan woke up from his dizzy state, Prell's sword was already on his neck. The human veteran smiled miserably, closed his eyes, and waited for the fate of death.
"Tie him up!" Prell did not kill him, but slapped his calf with the blade of his sword. Gerner Fadlan couldn't hold on anymore and knelt down on one knee. Immediately, two ogres trotted away.
came over and tied him up excitedly.
"Why don't you kill me?" Gernar Fadlan looked at Preel angrily. Preel took back his sword and said, "I think you can get a good ransom in exchange! Block his mouth."
Go up, lest he bite his tongue and kill himself!"
Gerner Fadlan was stunned and was about to speak when a ball of rags was stuffed into his mouth. He wanted to resist, but a strong ogre slapped him on the back of the head. Gerner Fadlan
Lan stumbled and had to accept the fate of being captured.
In the Cliff Lake camp, a group of people watched in stunned silence as Gerner Fadlan was subdued by Prell with one move. Speaking of which, Gerner Fadlan was considered a master of fighting skills in the camp.
Several goblins immediately looked at Gresu with lowered eyebrows, ready to seek his forgiveness, while Diesel and the other humans fell completely silent.
That night, despite the objections of Diesel and others, Gresu forcibly took a group of workers who supported him, boarded the boat, and rowed northeast of Cliff Lake.
To the northeast of Cliff Lake, there is a series of undulating hillsides. There is a small bay in it, where boats can be docked. From the bay to the north, you only need to climb a few ridges to reach the water wheel at a high place.
.
It's just that it's still a little far away from the Stonetalon Trail, but it's better than being trapped in the camp. Gresu looked back at the dead camp, and his heart was bleeding. The belongings, furniture, and some of the things he had collected in the camp over the years
I'm afraid all the gems will fall into the hands of that damn kobold.
Rigel has been staying by Gresu's side. Ever since the goblins who had been following him chose to follow Gerner Fadlan in the afternoon, Gresu has no trust in the goblins. He feels that the silent human foreman in front of him
, much more reliable than some of its compatriots.
More than 20 small boats slowly docked, and less than two hundred workers crowded out of the boat. Gresu did not dare to let anyone light the torch, so a group of people climbed up the hillside to the north in the dark. As for those small boats, Gresu also
He was not willing to waste any time without ordering someone to scuttle it.
After crossing the first mountain ridge, Gresu finally breathed a sigh of relief. However, before taking two steps, countless torches suddenly lit up on the hillside in front. A tall, burly and mighty figure stood up and laughed.
Say loudly in Goblin with a slight accent: "Gresu, look where you are running!"
Gresu's eyes widened immediately. He recognized this orc, who was somewhat similar to an ogre, as Prell's subordinate! A war bear came out from behind Rexxar and roared angrily.
"Quickly withdraw! Get back into the lake!" Gresu shouted in panic, but as if just to wait for his shout, Rigel suddenly shouted: "Our boat!"
Gresu looked back and saw that where they docked at the foot of the mountain, two or three small boats had already been set on fire, and then more and more boats were set on fire, creating a huge flame.
"It's over! It's over!" Gresu sat down on the ground and murmured. The logging team workers who followed saw that the way forward was blocked and the way back was cut off. They all panicked.
They scattered and ran away.
"Catch as many prisoners as possible. We are going to ask the venture capital company for a ransom! If anyone dares to resist, then kill him!" Rexxar laughed and waved his hand. The jackals and kobolds behind him shouted excitedly.
cried out.
Rigel's eyes rolled around. He knew he couldn't escape. Then he looked at Gresu. This goblin had completely lost his survival instinct. Beside him, only his nephew, who was shaking with fear, remained.
Don't give up.
So Rigel took out his dagger, stepped forward, put it on Gresu's neck, and shouted: "I caught Gresu! I caught Gresu! Don't kill me, I want to surrender!"
That night, Diesel, who was staying at the camp, saw a faint fire on the northeastern shore of Cliff Lake. Later in the night, he saw a huge torch just north of Cliff Lake, lighting up half of the night sky.
.
"It's our waterwheel. It was attacked there! The kobolds burned our waterwheel!" Diesel muttered. Since the waterwheel was destroyed, Gresu, who wanted to escape in the direction of the waterwheel, couldn't escape either.
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The next day, there was still no movement outside the camp, as if what happened last night had not happened, and the kobold soldiers were still busy digging trenches.
Looking at the few people left in the camp, Diesel felt sad. In fact, if Prell led his troops to attack now, they would have no chance of resisting.
So a group of remaining guards and a small number of logging team members got together, argued for a long time, and finally decided to surrender to Prell.
Yesterday, Gernar Fadlan was captured instead of killed, which gave them a little hope of survival. A goblin suddenly suggested that they should burn the food and supplies stored in the camp first. Two people immediately
The goblin rushed over and fought with him, beating and cursing: "Do you want us to completely dump the body in this damn valley?"
After another frightening night, on the morning of the third day, Diesel opened the gate of the camp and surrendered to Prell with less than a hundred remaining workers and guards.
At this point, Cliff Lake has officially fallen into Prell's hands, and all venture capital companies in the Windy Valley have been wiped out.
Prior did not destroy the Cliff Lake camp, but left a hundred kobold soldiers to guard it. At the same time, he sent two hundred kobolds and a hundred gnoll soldiers to build an outpost at the southern entrance of Stoneclaw Trail.
Then he led his men, escorted the surrendered and captured venture capital company's hired guards, and escorted a large amount of looted materials and food, and headed towards Black Wolf Lake.
Hundreds of prisoners were guarded by kobolds, jackals, tauren, harpies, and ogres, and were driven to the open space southeast of the Black Wolf Lake camp.
There, an execution platform built by the Dark Iron dwarves stood. Prell stood on the platform, and Lestalen cast an amplification spell on him. Prell said loudly: "I, the Thresh Kingdom.
Chief, I declare to you that as a prisoner, I allow you to
You can regain your freedom in the form of a ransom. But all your previous properties are counted as war seizures, and I am a very kind person and will not ask for ransom from your family. You are all employees of a venture capital company, so the ransom is natural.
The venture capital firm needs to pay!
Before the ransom from the venture capital company is sent, you'd better settle down. I will arrange work for you as a punishment for daring to resist the righteous army of the Kingdom of Thresh! If someone does not work seriously, or is cheating and trying to escape
, then I will hang you here!"
"Before I choose someone to contact the venture capital company, I have one more thing to do." Prell waved his hand: "Bring in Gresu, the culprit of the war!"
Gresu, who was ashen-faced, was dragged onto the stage by two strong gnolls. Then Prell looked at the onlookers of the Dark Iron dwarves: "Morgan Manbeard, I have put Gresu as promised.
Once I bring it back, I’ll leave it to you to deal with it!”
Morgan Barbarossa strode forward, caressing his chest in greeting: "Salute to the great kobold chief!" Then he raised his warhammer and came to Gresu's side viciously: "You hateful goblin, back then,
When you hired us Dark Iron dwarves, you and those damn goblins never said that we must fight against regular armies.
My compatriots and I lost our lives in this jungle in vain because we believed the lies of you goblins. Today, I will avenge my compatriots!"
He raised his war hammer and kept hiding behind Prell. He deliberately wore a large cloak and hid his face under the cloak. Capelan suddenly stood up and shouted in a panic: "Wait a minute! Please!"
Stop!"
He looked at Prell and said pleadingly: "Dear Chief, I am willing to use all my belongings in exchange for Gresu's life. He has lost all the properties in the Gale Valley, and the senior management of the venture capital company will not forgive him.
To him and his family, please give him a way out!"
Prell looked at Capelan in surprise. He had always thought that this goblin would do anything for money, but he still shook his head: "I promised Mr. Morgan that he has the final say on how Gresu will deal with it!"
Capelan looked at Morgan Manbeard pleadingly, and Gresu suddenly raised his head and laughed: "Cappellan, have you surrendered too? Yes, you have a group of workers under your command, and they are not proficient in fighting.
Skill, how can it be the opponent of the kobold?
I'm sorry, if I hadn't asked you for help, maybe you wouldn't have been threatened by the kobolds. Don't plead for me. I know the virtues of the company's senior executives. If I don't die, I won't be able to turn around in this life. What does that have to do with death?
What's the difference?
If you still regard me as a friend, I hope you will take care of my family and tell them not to avenge me!"
He looked at Prell carefully for a while, then suddenly laughed miserably: "I only wish I hadn't killed you earlier to make you what you are today!"
He ignored Prell and waited fiercely for Morgan Barbartbeard: "Hey, bearded dwarf, what are you waiting for? Do it quickly!"
Kapellan burst into tears, but Morgan Barbard put down his warhammer. Just when everyone thought that the Dark Iron Dwarf was going to forgive Gresu, he said to Prell: "My warhammer only kills those who deserve respect."
As an enemy, Mr. Gresu is obviously not worthy. So let’s use the gallows!”
He spat at Gresu, turned around and walked off the stage. Kapellan burst into tears, and at Prell's signal, two goblins came up and dragged him off the stage.
Gresu was soon hung up by a jackal and his head was covered with a linen band. His body was shaking violently, and then he quickly calmed down. The jackal in charge of the execution looked at Prell.
He looked at Morgan again, and then gave an excited push, causing the board under Gresu's feet to suddenly fall down.
His little body struggled for a while, and finally there was no movement. Prell sighed leisurely and looked at the silent venue.