Chapter 448 Robbery 2
The dwarf’s words caused everyone to feel nervous.
Since setting off from the Blood Cow Tribe, they have only encountered a few dogs and minks. They ran away immediately when they saw the large number of people. They have never encountered any large predators.
The cold weather couldn't stop Matthew's palms from sweating.
He held the matchlock in his hand tightly.
He encouraged himself and said: "Haha, dwarf, you are kidding. At this time, large animals have not yet woken up from hibernation! We have not seen any beasts on the way from the Far North to the Blood Cow Tribe. "
"Never seen it?" The dwarf turned and gave him a meaningful look, "You are very lucky."
While speaking, there was another burst of birds. The sound of flapping wings came from a distance.
Can't these idiots make the noise quieter? The dwarf cursed the orcs in his mind.
“Light the match! It must be able to be fired at any time.”
Stanford shouted to Matthew and several other Musketeers.
These people took out their fire sickles and started knocking them.
The dwarf Emaar was confused: "What are you doing? Making fire to scare the beasts?"
Then he sneered: "Hahaha, it can be considered a method."
He pointed forward and said: "We will enter the mountain soon."
Sure enough, everyone felt that the terrain along the way began to slowly rise, the trees began to become sparse, and the view became wider.
“We are about to climb up the Rocky Mountains?”
Stanford was a little excited and kept looking at the surrounding scenery. They may have been the first people in the northwest bay to visit the mountain in recent centuries, albeit from the north.
"So be it! This is a road up the mountain, but you still have to climb several hills to reach the main part of it."
The dwarf sat down on the ground.
"I'm talking about humans, I think we should let the team take a rest and eat some solid food. Climbing the mountain will be very tiring later."
"Okay! I also think we should rest. Matthew, inform brother Let’s rest for a while and replenish our strength.”
“Yes, Captain!”
The dwarf crossed his legs, took out the water bottle and drank a lot. Then his two eyes stared at the dense forest in the north, as if waiting for something.
He caught a glimpse of Stanford beside him taking out a cylindrical thing, with one end thick and one thin, with crystal lenses inlaid at both ends.
The human held the thin end of the tube against his eyes and the thick end facing forward.
Curiosity arose in the dwarf’s heart again.
Stanford turned around with the telescope. However, just as he pointed the lens barrel toward the dense forest in the direction he came from, his expression suddenly changed drastically.
"Alert! Someone is approaching us!"
The captain's words were like a thunderbolt. The members of the resting exploration team stood up one after another, took out their weapons and looked around cautiously.
Stanford pointed to the higher ground to the south and ordered loudly: "There, let's go and defend behind the slope."
Imar frowned and said: "You shouldn't be like this. The fuss is probably just a passerby." He muttered to himself: "Damn it, are humans so good at seeing?"
"It's just in other places, but I remember you said that the orcs won't enter. Mountain, I clearly saw a lot of orcs poking around there, they must be uneasy." Stanford pointed to the dense forest in the direction he came from.
"Ah...ah...that's right." Yimar responded evasively.
"Let's go! Come with us and get ready. You, the guide, can't make any mistakes." "Hey, hey!"
Stanford couldn't help but grabbed Emaar's hand and dragged the dwarf behind the slope.
The place he chose is located in a long shallow depression on the mountain. They can completely hide their bodies by lying on the inner slope on the north side of the depression. The small soil slope on the north side of the depression is like a natural wall. The low walls gave them good defense, and they were high up, allowing for good visibility.
The team members were squatting or lying on the inner slope of the depression. When viewed from below the mountain, only their heads and necks were exposed.
……
"Oh! Damn it! They found our traces."
Hidden in the dense forest, Gunther, the son of the chief of the Blood Ox Tribe, slapped his forehead.
"I told you to be quieter."
He kicked an orc next to him hard, causing the other person to grimace in pain.
"Oh! They stopped, hahaha, humans, you are asking for your own death! Although it is a little early, it doesn't matter if you are here, and the way home is closer. Warriors , pick up the guys, rush up and tear them apart! No one will be left alive.”
Gunther waved his casserole-sized fist fiercely, brandishing a big stick full of spikes, and took the lead out of the dense forest, rushing towards the target.
"One...two...three..."
Stanford held up the telescope and silently counted the number of uninvited guests. Finally, 50 orcs rushed out of the dense forest.
Judging from their posture, he had no doubt that these hairy guys came with malicious intent.
The orc team stopped a hundred meters away from them, and then one of them continued forward, walked to about 50 meters away from them and shouted: "Put down all your belongings including weapons, and we will let them go." You leave.”
Stanford understood this sentence. He pointed his middle finger at the other party from a distance and shouted: "Get out of here!"
The human reply angered Gunther, who was so thin and at a disadvantage in numbers. How dare humans challenge him.
He no longer hesitated, waving his big stick and led the soldiers to charge up the hillside.
"You will pay for your stupidity!"
He yelled as he ran, targeting the human with the middle finger.
The dwarf Emaar lay calmly on the ground. He planned to take action after the humans and orcs got into a melee. If you show your weakness now, you may be killed by humans.
The orc stabbed within a hundred meters of the human.
Imar only heard a sudden roar in his ears. Following the roar, the orc at the front fell to the ground with a plop, and then rolled down the hillside.
Before he had time to think about why the orc fell, he had never heard such a sound before and subconsciously turned his head to look for the source of the sound, but he only saw the swirling smoke.
Then the second sound sounded, and this time the dwarf finally saw it clearly. The sound came from the long instrument held by the human. Specifically, it seemed to be a long iron inlaid on the wooden support. Tube.
Along with the sound, fierce flames shot out from the mouth of the iron pipe, and then a large amount of smoke poured out.
And another orc warrior fell down, his life or death unknown.
The casualties of the orcs were definitely caused by that thing, and the dwarf instantly connected them in his mind.
But... how exactly is it done?
Imar has always been very confident in his eyesight and reaction speed. He can even use a small buckler to block all the stones thrown by his cousin with all his strength.
But he didn't see even a single crossbow arrow or anything else fired at the orcs from the human side.
What are the origins of these humans?
(End of this chapter)