Chapter 648
“Look! That’s the human village.”
Gardi pointed into the distance and said happily.
What he was pointing at was a village with perhaps dozens of households. It was evening, and smoke was rising from every household.
“It’s really different from the grassland!” Wu En next to him answered. "Look at those smoke plumes, humans are making fires to cook."
Galdi opened his mouth, "If I remember correctly, this should be your first time coming to human territory, right?"
Uen nodded, "Yes. Centurion, you have been before Have you been here?”
“Yes.” Galdi said, “I am somewhat familiar with this place. I followed Master Nathaniel here ten years ago. We also came here through the territory of the Mason clan."
His eyes were full of memories and hatred, "The damn dwarves, the greedy dwarves, only allow us to come through those winding holes. They have to collect one-third of our loot before letting us go back."
Uen said: "Now their entire clan has to rely on us. If you ask me, Lord Eugene is still too kind. Treat all the people of the Mason clan as slaves, not as allies or subordinates.”
Galdi shrugged, "Oh, you know, if they get into those tunnels and harass us, they will cause a lot of trouble to us in the mountains. The dwarves have dug holes in Loki for thousands of years. God knows how many. If It would be nice to have some tool that can collapse their tunnel, even if it collapses the exit section, it will kill them."
Galdi swung his horsewhip, "Let's not talk about this anymore. When you first arrived, how did you feel about the human territory?"
Uen replied: "It's very quiet and peaceful, with rich forests, fields, and hills, unlike the grasslands, which are empty and monotonous."< br>
Galdi laughed loudly, "If you like, you can bring your family to live here - wait until we conquer this place. As a warrior of the royal tent, you have this right."
Wun's face turned gloomy, "My family...had returned to the Prairie Spirit during the last White Disaster."
"I didn't mean to make you sad." Galdi was very sorry.
"I'm fine, Lord Centurion." A determined expression appeared on Unn's face, "I'm fighting for all the orcs now."
Galdi patted him on the Shoulder: "When our people migrate here, life will get better."
Uen asked eagerly: "Lord Centurion, when will we launch a large-scale attack on human territory? "
"Don't worry, our task now is to harass this place and divert human attention from the Watcher Fortress. By then, the offensive resistance from the War Chief will become smaller. Of course, in Dou. After the Watcher Fortress, our side will also attack, clamping the northeastern part of Aldo like a pair of pliers.”
Unn didn't know what pliers were. There were too few iron tools on the grassland, but he understood what Galdi meant.
He was looking forward to that day.
“Okay!”
Galdi looked at the sun that was about to set, and the afterglow dyed the western sky fiery red.
"The time for the hunt has come. Unn, sound our horns!"
Woo-woo-!
The long sound of the horn spread through the forest.
Accompanied by the sound of the horn, bursts of rapid hoofbeats sounded. A large number of figures left the trees that blocked them and galloped across the human land.
The orc cavalry launched an attack on the human village.
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"This month, nine robberies have occurred!"
Knight Arthur looked at the people in the room with a stern face. They were all senior generals of the Watcher Legion.
"A whole nine villages and towns have suffered heavy losses under the orcs' butcher's knives. Food, money, population, the land we protect is bleeding!"
With a snap, his palm hit hard He slapped the ground on the table in front of him.
"My lords, please allow me to lead an army to eliminate the orc bandits that are ravaging the northern mountains!"
Arthur's disrespectful behavior made many generals look very ugly.
"Ahem!" His knight mentor, Sir Hal Duke, coughed heavily.
Sir Duke is also the deputy commander of the Watcher Legion and is highly respected within the Legion.
"Arthur, please go out first."
Knight Arthur bowed deeply and strode out of the room. It's just that the sound of the room door closing is a bit loud.
"Huh, your former guard has a really bad temper."
Sir Colin said very dissatisfied.
Sir Duke said: "Arthur is so angry because he insists on his duties as a knight and a soldier."
"However, the activities of the orcs this year are different from usual. Everyone! ”
He looked around at everyone, "It has always been only in winter that small groups of orc thugs cross the Rocky Mountains and penetrate into our north to plunder, but it is not winter now. It is too abnormal. And according to witnesses It is said that their number is much greater than before."
"Could it be that..." someone speculated, "the orcs have found a way to cross the Rocky Mountains on a large scale."
"That would be too bad!"
"No way, the dwarves on the mountain will not let too many orcs pass. You know, they are notoriously stubborn and stubborn."
There was a lot of discussion in the conference room.
"Sir Duke!"
An old voice sounded. He was Duke Morton, the commander of the Watcher Legion.
Everyone turned their attention to him.
“The activities of the orcs in our rear make me feel a little uneasy.”
“We can’t just let it go. What do you think about dedicating some of the troops from the fortress to defend the direction of Rocky Mountain? ”
"This..." Sir Duke hesitated.
When the royal family was suppressing the rebellion in the south, they sent many knights south to support them, but they have not yet "returned" them.
After thinking about it, he still said: "Your Excellency, according to the intelligence, the energy of the Prairie King's tent is focused on Gabela."
"I think... the pressure on the Watcher Fortress should be It’s not as big as before. Maybe we can use some of our troops to clean up our rear.”
The old Duke nodded, “Let’s do it. We can’t ignore the civilians who were plundered.”< br>
"Yes, Your Majesty Duke."
After the meeting, Sir Duke still stayed here.
"Hal, do you have something to tell me?"
"Yes, my lord."
Sir Duke looked sternly, looking at own boss.
"Sir, the orcs are becoming more and more powerful today. I think those bastards should be stopped."
"What you are talking about is..."
"Control those who smuggle arms onto the grassland. Bastard. Otherwise, sooner or later, the power of the orcs will reach a point where we cannot control it."
The room immediately fell into silence.
“Alas...”
The old Duke sighed, full of sadness.
“Your words remind me of Schroeder,”
(End of Chapter)