The convoy left, leaving only a trace of the camp, a few horseless carriages, and some boxes on them. The orcs happily moved them down and opened them, revealing golden wheat and frozen meat inside.
Shuri held a roasted horse leg in his hand and looked at the convoy in the distance. Zeba actually let him and his men go and left the food. He suddenly opened his mouth and tore off a piece of meat.
"What is this! Charity! Bah! I don't want your charity!!"
Suddenly he became furious, threw away the barbecue in his hand, and wiped his mouth with his hand. He turned around, and the excited men immediately stopped and looked at him in bewilderment.
"Let's go! Let's return the things to them and then take them from their hands."
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After that big storm, the snow became thicker and the road ahead became more difficult. Fortunately, the leader Rena was able to use her magical trident to clear the snow in front, and the convoy was able to continue moving forward.
They passed two cities, but they were both in ruins like Huangsha City. They also suffered several attacks from evil spirits. One of the attacks late at night caused the convoy to lose twenty carriages. More and more people were injured.
What's worse, those evil spirits also brought typhoid fever.
The sick people are all those who have been injured by evil spirits. Their faces are ashen. No matter how many clothes they wear, how many quilts they cover, or even if they are close to the fire, they claim that they are freezing to death. Some even put their hands into the flames and were alive.
Roasted into charcoal. The doctors in the convoy were helpless. All the healing magic and medicines were ineffective, and patients were lost one after another.
But what killed them was not the typhoid disease, but the overheating that killed them. Their bodies would not sweat and would only feel the cold that penetrated their bones. Some even jumped into the fire and burned themselves to death.
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The more casualties there were, the more carriages were left behind. Soon, a section of the original tail was broken. And this seriously slowed down their speed. Whenever someone was lost, the convoy had to stop and cremate them.
Otherwise, you will become the next enemy.
The cold wind continued to blow, and the wind also turned into ice. The surface of the carriage was covered with ice picks extending backwards. A carriage suddenly deflected and then fell into the snow. The northern chief Baron walked up menacingly.
It turned out that the driver on the carriage was frozen, and his hands were still holding the reins tightly. This was a human being. Although Balon looked down on humans, the driver in front of him made him awe.
"Burn him! Find someone to replace him."
"Sir, we no longer have any extra manpower to drive. Originally, there were two people in each car, but now there is only one person..."
Zeba's men said this, and Baron frowned, then stopped and said: "Move the valuable things to other cars and get people fired as soon as possible."
"yes!"
After saying that, he sighed and walked straight towards the front of the motorcade.
Reina, who was sitting in the first carriage, was holding a glowing trident. She looked a little drowsy. Unlike everyone else, she didn't have any snow on her body, and the cold couldn't harm her. And she
I discovered one thing, any simple thing, as long as you continue to do it, it will become very tiring.
The magic didn't consume much magic power, but using it for a long time consumed a lot of her energy. The past few days of travel made her feel exhausted.
"There's a disconnect in the rear. We need to stop. Reina, you have a good rest."
Zeba suddenly came in front of him riding a wolf. He pulled the reins of the carriage and stopped it.
Reina nodded, then yawned, fell back into the car and began to fall asleep.
Soon, Baron at the rear of the motorcade found him.
"We can't continue like this! Our manpower is getting smaller and smaller. Before the enemy defeats us, we will be exhausted in this cold wind."
He clasped his hands and said with a sad face.
Manpower, manpower, Zeba never knew how short they were of manpower. It was already a miracle that they could form a team. Of course he wanted more manpower.
"But we cannot stop, there is no retreat for us to choose."
"You can ask some people to stop. There is a stone city nearby. All the people there have been evacuated before the war started. The enemy should not destroy it. Let them stay there. It can withstand the cold winter, and we have the most elite troops there.
Soldiers, take the most useful weapons and enough food to go back and forth, then go west, cross the mountains, and finally come back with the army."
Baron said.
Hearing this, Zeba raised his head and glanced at him.
"You want to cross the mountains? There is no way to bring a carriage with you, and it is extremely dangerous there. No army will pass through there."
"That's where we came from."
Balon's words left Zeba speechless. No wonder people from the north would come here.
"What can we do even if it's over? The supplies are still here, and our goal is to send them to Blue."
"You are wrong. The most important thing is these weapons for dealing with dead people. If there are a hundred bottles of this medicine, we can kill a thousand enemies with a team of one hundred people. If there are ten thousand bottles, no matter how many enemies there are,
It’s not enough evidence. Not only that, there are other weapons, right?”
indeed……
The bows and arrows of the elves have miraculous effects on these evil spirits, the magic potions are also effective enough, and there is sword oil that can make them burn, which can greatly enhance the combat strength of the soldiers.
"But we can't leave those people behind. This is a gamble that we can't win."
Zeba shook his head, but Balon suddenly grabbed his shoulders and said with a frown: "You shouldn't be so hesitant. You will kill us all. Tell me, you have other ways."
There is no other way.
I'm not a genius, I'm just lucky.
He was silent, but at this moment, a voice came from behind him.
"I have a better way."
When she looked back, she found that it was Rena. Could it be that she heard the conversation between the two?
"What can you do? Human being."
Baron kept calling her human, but Reina didn't care.
"We pass through the so-called mountains, and then I teleport you there, but this is very risky, and I don't know whether it can succeed."
Teleportation magic?
"What's the success rate?"
Reina frowned and said: "I have only tried it once, but it was performed in conjunction with another person. Although theoretically my magic power is enough to perform this ultra-long-distance teleportation magic, I cannot guarantee success. Success
The rate is only about 50%."
Five percent.
Zeba was silent again.
"From my inference, the enemy will only rely on human sea tactics, and their army will be concentrated in the middle. I confess that I don't know how to break through the enemy's encirclement. Maybe passing through the mountains is the only way."
He raised his head, looked at Reina, and said, "I believe in your ability, so let's do it."