A breeze blew across the grassland, and the smell of blood gradually dissipated.
The afternoon sun was a little cruel, and the green was dotted with red blood from the corpses. It seemed to be silently announcing the seed of violence in this peaceful grassland.
After the battle just now, the tired warhorses needed a break. The map in Roddy's mind told him that they were now far away from the camp and would not encounter any other threats for the time being. So after retrieving the arrows that could be retrieved, he began to organize the spoils of war.
After a long time, the soldiers gradually calmed down from their nervousness and excitement. Carter led them to cut off the heads of all the orcs, and at the same time, cut off the tails of the wargs and peeled off their fur. This was a token to prove the identity of the orcs. After all, no one would believe that a small scout team could kill eight wolf riders without any casualties.
Roddy took two orc curved swords as spoils of war from the collected weapons. Logically speaking, Carter should be the first to choose the spoils of war, but at this time, no one had any objections. Carter even directly expressed his admiration and recognition of Roddy in front of the team.
Carter of course knew that it was because of the young man in front of him that he survived two encounters with the orcs. Although he could choose to calmly accept the military merits that Roddy pushed to him like yesterday, but now that he faced these orcs again, he understood that instead of living in the vanity of fake merits, it was better to truly gallop on the battlefield with his comrades and fearlessly charge towards the enemy …
After the real experience of killing orcs, he understood that the so-called "honor" in his previous view of life was too ridiculous.
Originally, Roddy was wondering if he should give the credit to Carter, but in the end, because of Carter's attitude, he did not say his thoughts out loud. In fact, the plan in his mind was too big. Just one night was not enough for him to completely sort it out. But he was very clear about the purpose of dealing with the orcs. Thinking of this, Roddy more or less understood his next route.
He looked at Carter and the other scouts who were still a little excited. He knew that these people were happy, but for his next goal, Roddy decided to pour a bucket of cold water on them.
"I have many ways to make the beastmen suffer, but what I want to say is … how many beastmen can our team stop? They had killed eight Wolf Riders today. Tomorrow, another eight or even eighteen of them might appear. Everyone could see what they were planning. The campsite they saw today was a sign that they were ready to extend their claws and fangs to the Kingdom of Karen. Today, we were lucky to win. But … what about in the future? "
His tone was very calm and indifferent, but it carried an indescribable sense of cruelty. The scouts, who were originally in high spirits, were stunned. The flames that had just been ignited in their hearts seemed to have been extinguished with a 'chi' sound.
They stared blankly at Roddy, not knowing what to do.
"I know it's not the right time to say this, but … Second Lieutenant Sodin will not bring the so-called reinforcements. The kingdom will not pay attention to the 'friction' that happened in our place. In the eyes of those lords, everything we do — including risking our lives to fight for the kingdom's honor — is just a play in their eyes …"
Thinking of the scenes in the game, Roddy could not help but feel a little down. At that time, the border was frequently attacked, but Hollier City did not make any effective counterattack. In the end, when the surrounding villages were all slaughtered by the orcs, Hollier City did not even dare to open its gates to let the refugees take refuge …
Later on, the city was destroyed, and families perished.
"You … must be joking … How could this be? The evidence of the orcs and the Wolf Riders will definitely make people feel strange … "Although Carter said so, when he thought of the few times he came into contact with the" upper class ", he really did not feel confident … Those nobles who only knew how to eat, drink, and have fun all day seemed to really not care about the life and death of small characters like them.
"Of course, these are all my deductions. Captain Carter, today's mission should be considered completed, right? Why don't we go back and listen to Second Lieutenant Sodin's news? Seeing so many orc heads, he should reward us with some wine money. "
Roddy knew that he could not let the mood of the team become too negative, so he hung the two thick curved swords on the side of the saddle and changed the topic. Carter understood tacitly and did not say anything more. He quietly turned around and mounted his horse, leading the team back to Norland Village.
Although they had won the battle, the scouts who should have been excited and happy were a little silent. On horseback, Roddy's expression was a little indifferent. He silently followed the team, and although he did not pull away from the others, he always gave off a feeling of loneliness.
This was perhaps the unique temperament of every ranger.
"Can I save this country?"
Roddy, who had been reborn, was thinking about this complicated and huge problem. He listed out his advantages: the terrifying archery that people would envy, the deep understanding of those historical events, the knowledge of all kinds of aspects of this game, the memory of all the changes in this kingdom in the next ten years … all of these could make Roddy a "sharp weapon" to quickly exert his power.
But when he recalled that he had to use all of his skills to kill eight wolf riders of the lowest level, Roddy's heart began to waver. Not to mention the hundreds of thousands of orcs, just the problem of the feudal lord within the Kingdom of Karen alone was enough to give him a headache … Could such a huge country change its course of history because of a variable like him?
Could he really be the butterfly that flapped its wings?
… …
For Norland Village, this was just one of the most peaceful days of the countless days.
Old Finch's shepherd dog barked excitedly because of the sound of the scouts' horse hooves returning from afar. The sun slowly sank into the horizon, and there was smoke floating in the air. No one knew who was making cheese. The slightly sour and stinky smell drifted far away, but it made the mouths of a few children in the village full of saliva. Blacksmith Stan was still hammering, and Dick of the military supply department secretly drank two mouthfuls of Aunt Susan's ale. He was lying on the haystack next to the warehouse, staring blankly with a straw in his mouth.
Compared to the past, the only unexpected thing today was that the scout team returned to the village two hours later than usual.
When the scouts riding on war horses entered the village entrance, many people raised their heads and looked at the group of soldiers who seemed to be a little different from usual.
When Carter returned with a sack of orc heads, the villagers had already felt a hint of gloominess at the border. Now, when they saw the seven scouts with serious expressions dismounting from their horses without saying a word, they could not help but feel a little nervous. Did something happen again?
The beastmen's heads were no longer kept in bags. Instead, they were strung up naked with ropes. The soldiers participated in the charge and melee combat, and they now had a murderous aura about them. Their expressions were no longer as relaxed and playful as before. Instead, there was only solemnity and killing intent.
Among these people, there was one person who seemed to stand out. The seven scouts dismounted, but none of them immediately unloaded their equipment. Instead, they all looked at the guy who used to be the least outstanding in the team. Even Captain Carter was almost instinctively looking at Roddy at this moment, as if waiting for an order.
This was prestige. The soldiers who fought with their lives on the line always had this kind of confidence in the strong.
"Why are you looking at me?" Roddy blinked his eyes, but he did not have the serious look he had on the battlefield. He looked at his comrades innocently, shrugged and said, "We're home. Have a good rest, everyone. Let's see what Second Lieutenant Sodin has to say."
This sentence was like an order to dismiss, and everyone heaved a sigh of relief. Even Captain Carter did not have any objection to Roddy's behavior. He looked at the scattered scouts, picked up the orc's head and the wolf's tail, and stood there for a moment, as if he had made a decision in his heart. He strode to catch up with Roddy, indicating that he would bring him to Second Lieutenant Sodin.
"Hey! Carter! You actually encountered orcs again?! "
A few soldiers of the first scout team passed by and saw the eight orc heads that were threaded together. They immediately widened their eyes and shouted in surprise. Then, the entire first scout team came over to look. Not far away, Ruger sat quietly in the corner, squinting his eyes and looking in their direction.
If it was in the past, Carter would definitely have loudly told everyone how dangerous the battle was. After all, in terms of eloquence, he was the best in the whole scout team. But this time, Carter did not have the slightest intention to brag. After this battle, he had unconsciously restrained himself a lot. The battle of life and death just now had left an indelible impression in his mind, so he did not attach as much importance to vanity as he did in the past.
Carter waved his hand to indicate that it was fine. He did not even want to answer, and walked into the courtyard where Second Lieutenant Sodin was at with Roddy.
His subconscious action of walking beside Roddy made Ruger, whose face was still bruised, slightly narrow his eyes. This veteran spat and was about to say a few words like "spineless", but then he saw the dark wolf tails next to the orc heads.
"Wolf … Wolf Riders …"
The pain in his body had not faded, but at this moment, Ruger forgot to resent Roddy. He stared at the wolf tails in Carter's hand with a stiff expression, and for a moment, his words were stuck in his throat.
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