Xunying Thief took a breath and said: "There must be a pattern, but I can't think of any pattern..."
His voice became weaker and weaker: "I've been observing for a long time... but I can't figure out the connection. I can only follow the route that the elf took... it's very much like a simple maze."
"Can't the poisonous needle be seen?" the orc leader asked again.
"Yes... they are hard to see when stuck in the grass." Swift Shadow Thief took out a poisonous needle from his body with difficulty and handed it to the orc leader: "This is made of shipbuilding iron nails... very hard and long.
Insert it into the ground... short enough to stick out of the ground... just enough to pierce the instep."
The orc leader took the iron needle and found that the Swift Shadow Thief's face began to turn purple, and black blood began to ooze from the corners of his eyes, mouth and nose.
When the orc leader got the iron needle, the Swift Shadow Thief's hand was already frozen in the air, and his pupils were dim and dim. It was obvious that his life was in danger, so he stopped the Thief from continuing to speak, and called 10 shamans to give it to him at all costs.
treat.
The orc leader's order to retreat was quite timely, and four hundred new orc warriors and a dozen warlocks responded. At least half of the attacking troops retreated, while the remaining orcs were all killed as the elves shrank faster and surrounded them.
The orcs and warlocks who responded did not dare to stay long and quickly withdrew. Although half of the attacking team was withdrawn, many of the people in this half were also poisoned. Most of them were pierced by arrows in their armor, and the poison from the arrows was inserted into the flesh. A few of them were poisoned.
Part of it is the poison from the poisonous needle.
The orc soldiers who charged head-on and were poisoned earlier were either killed directly, or had already been poisoned and died. There were also quite a few who were poisoned and unable to move during the retreat, and were killed directly by the elves who caught up behind them.
The 50 shamans in the orc team were busy treating and detoxifying the poisoned soldiers. The orc leader called a shaman to inquire about the condition of the wounded.
"The situation is not very good!" The orc shaman said with concern: "There are at least 10 kinds of toxins mixed together, and each soldier has to disperse them at least three times before the main toxins can be dispersed into components.
If you hit more than two arrows, you have to dispel it at least 5 to 6 times to dispel the superimposed toxin components. Our shaman cannot treat the remaining trace amounts of toxins for the time being.
Those toxins with smaller ingredients can no longer threaten the lives of the wounded soldiers. They will only be weak for a period of time. There are too many poisoned people, and the number of our shamans is too small. Now we can only prioritize saving the soldiers.
life.”
"You did a great job!" the orc leader nodded and said.
He handed the poisonous needle brought by the Swift Shadow Thief to the shaman: "This is a poisonous needle that has not been stained with blood. It may be helpful to treat your soldiers."
The shaman took the poisonous needle, used magic to explore it for a while, took it out and gave it to other shamans, then turned around and came back: "Chief, the poison on this poisonous needle is very complicated." The shaman frowned and said, "But it is in the air.
It will decompose in the medium, and it will decompose completely in two hours at most.”
"Two hours?" the orc leader asked: "Does it mean that after two hours, it will be a non-toxic ordinary iron nail?"
"Yes! Chief." The shaman said: "If the elves don't apply poison to the poisonous needles in another hour, the poisonous needles on the ground will pose no threat to us orcs."
"Do you think this is possible?" the orc leader smiled bitterly.
"This..." the shaman was speechless.
"This is a swamp area, there are no big trees." The orc leader sighed and said: "Otherwise we can use the logs to roll over and destroy their poisonous needle array, and the soldiers can follow the traces of the logs to attack the elves."
"Chief, do you mean not to continue the attack?" the shaman asked.
"If you shamans and warlocks have a way to burn all the grass or strips of cloth on the ground there, we can attack."
The orc leader glanced at the shaman and said: "The elves are distinguished by the color of the linen strips on the ground. If there are any poisonous needles there, burn all their strips so that no one can see them and then fight them."
.But, can you do it?"
The orc shaman said: "The elves have at least 600 mages, but we shamans and warlocks only have about 200 people combined. The difference in magic power is too far, and the elven archers are also a great threat to our legal profession. Unless
...The warlock can summon all the hellfire to assist in the battle."
"That's impossible! Our goal is to capture Menethil Port in Proudmoore. If the soul fragments are used up halfway, what else can we do after arriving at Menethil Port? Although we have siege and stone throwing
How to make catapults, but this is a swamp. There is not enough big wood, let us make siege catapults." The orc leader said.
"It would be great if we also had flying mounts!" the shaman sighed as he looked at the elf position in front.
"Fortunately, the alliance does not have many flying troops!" the orc leader said with a smile: "We will attack after dark, so both sides will not see the color of the strips on the first surface at night. In addition, two more people will be given to the border of the wetland.
The legion sent a message, asking them to enter the wetlands and attack Proudmoore's Neshil Harbor together."
"So now..." the orc shaman asked.
"Treat the injured soldiers, make necessary defensive arrangements, and then everyone rests," the orc leader said.
"Sir, the orcs have stopped attacking." An old ranger commander came over and said.
"See, Owl Ranger has a reconnaissance team, what are they doing?" Yulin Blood Eagle asked.
"We are resting. Except for a small number of people who are doing defense, everyone else is resting," the ranger leader said.
"Rest?" Yulin Blood Eagle asked strangely: "You read that right? This is not in line with the fighting style of the orcs. They have always been brave and not afraid of death."
"You read that right, they are resting! The orcs' actions are very strange. Have they given up the attack?" the ranger leader said.
"No!" Yulin Blood Eagle shook his head and looked at the sun in the sky and said, "What do they want to do after taking such an early break? It's not even noon yet."
"Could it be that they discovered that our poison only takes two hours to dissipate, so they have to wait for time?" the ranger leader said.
Yulin Blood Eagle thought for a while and said: "It's possible that they have thieves coming over, and it wouldn't be difficult to bring back one or two poison needles. How much poison do we have left?"
"Each person still has about six bottles. If the arrowheads, iron needles, and iron caltrops are all coated with poison, they can be coated with poison up to three times." The leader of the Ranger Troop said.
"In other words, if we want to maintain a poisonous state, we can't support it until dark, right?" Yulin Blood Eagle asked.
"Yes!" said the Ranger Captain.
"What are you going to do?" Yulin Blood Eagle asked.