It was said that someone was specially sent to find him, but the young man did not see that person immediately after he came back.
As soon as he entered the camp, he was thrown off the horse by "Broken Voice", and "Broken Voice" himself immediately got off the horse.
After "Broken Throat" dismounted, he didn't take a second look at the condition of the young man who had suffered a violent throw, and led the others into a small wooden house in front of him.
At this time, no one explained anything to the young man, and he was just left outside.
The young man also didn't ask anyone. He knew that he would not be put into the room until that person sent a message to him.
So he squatted outside the wooden house, leaning against the fence, waiting for the long-lost meeting with that person.
During this period, the lonely young man lowered his head deeply, and no one knew what he was thinking.
Occasionally he would raise his head and look around at the soldiers standing guard, staring at the raging lion emblem on their shields.
There was no sadness or other unnecessary emotions in his eyes, there was only a touch of nostalgia.
This house was originally an ordinary wooden house for fishermen and passers-by to rest, but now it has become the temporary headquarters of the Badafinger Legion.
The senior officers responsible for commanding this force discussed strategies to deal with the current situation in this simple hut.
Naturally, young people are not qualified to participate, so they can only wait patiently outside.
Less than an hour after the attack, the remnant army had returned to normal order.
The Bardafenr Army has become a whole again, even though it only has less than 30% of its strength, it can still make any enemy feel troublesome.
After several unsuccessful attacks, the orcs chose to stand still, but that was only temporary.
I believe that when the orcs are ready, they will launch a general attack.
Facing the overwhelming advantage of the orc army, the Bardafenr Legion, which was already at the end of its strength, was inevitably facing the fate of defeat.
The attack started suddenly, with almost no warning.
If I had to say there was one, it would be a cloud of fire slowly drifting from the sky.
Of course no one will care about this.
Although the scene at noon and dusk is a bit suspicious, no one will alert the entire army because of this strange celestial phenomenon.
Who would have thought that there is a "sun" hidden behind this fire cloud.
Unlike the sun at the end of the sky, this "sun" seems to be hanging high above your head. If you have wings, you may be able to touch it.
Because it is so hot, the skin seems to be roasted to char in an instant.
This is not an illusion.
After the fire cloud dispersed, the extremely hot "sun" rained down fire on them. When the "raindrops" fell, they turned into large fireballs with extremely high heat.
That scene was like a punishment from heaven.
The carriage hit by the rain of fire instantly turned into black coal, and those who couldn't dodge lost their original shapes.
The rain of fire turned the grassland into scorched earth in an instant, and people were everywhere wailing in pain and shouting in panic.
This sudden attack caused more than half of their casualties to the unsuspecting people, and it was just the beginning.
Enemies are swarming in, undetected by even the sharpest scouts.
In the blink of an eye, those heavily armed orc warriors began to wield butcher knives and kill wantonly among the chaotic crowd.
Even though the soldiers of Bardafenr were all experienced in battles, there was no order or organization at this time.
Facing the invading enemy troops, they failed to counterattack in time and were almost reduced to prey on the sword.
Although those stragglers who still have fighting spirit are still fighting against enemies several times their size, these unorganized elites have been reduced to being divided, surrounded and slowly eaten away by the orcs.
The human warriors who survived the rain of fire quickly fell into despair.
This attack on the orcs was obviously planned for a long time, and they had no intention of giving this enemy-like force a chance to survive.
The familiar orc horn was blown again, and the warriors, despairing of the powerful enemy, looked in the direction of the horn.
The player was not a sturdy orc soldier, but a man wearing gilded armor.
He stood on a hillock littered with corpses and blew the bloody horn. The tune he blew was the rallying cry of Noah's army.
The man was holding a ferocious-looking orc head in his hand. The enemy general who was so majestic just now had been beheaded.
This man is none other than - "Golden Lion" Venacodo Norfin Corundi!
"kill!"
As long as the "Golden Lion" doesn't fall, Badafener will not lose!
The warriors who regained their fighting spirit huddled together and fought all the way just to chase the figure of this man...
"Hey kid, the general wants you in."
The young man stood up from the edge of the fence and nodded towards the "broken voice" who came over.