Amateurs watch the excitement, while experts see the artistry. When ordinary people looked at blacksmiths, they felt that they were just raising hammers and randomly striking. However, only Stan, who had been forging iron for half his life, understood how profound the forging ability behind Rody's hands was.
Strength, accuracy, control of heat, and the steps of polishing were not things that could be learned immediately. Stan admitted that he could not be as perfect as Roddy.
Fortunately, Roddy did not forge weapons but only modified them. Otherwise, not to mention a few hours, he would not be able to use them for a few weeks. However, it still took Roddy three to four hours to make the most basic modifications to the two scimitars.
In the middle of the night, he finally completed the modifications. However, Stan still stood at the side and did not leave. Roddy, who had been working hard for half a day, felt sore all over his body. After all, his physique could not catch up to that of the ranger in the past. However, looking at the two scimitars in his hands, he was more confident in his next battle plan.
After moving his stiff body, Roddy picked up the two scimitars and walked out of the blacksmith shop. Under the moonlight in front of the shop, he performed a set of the simplest basic movements of the dual-wielding scimitars. It included hacking, slashing, parrying, and various practical combat skills on the battlefield. Although it was only at level 2, the dignified aura of his movements was something that those scouts who only knew how to put on a show could never learn.
He focused on adapting to the weight of the two scimitars. However, he did not know that Stan, who had been quietly watching from the side, had been completely frightened by his set of scimitar techniques.
What was a soldier?
To put it simply, it was a killing machine. This was the most essential thing. It was the ultimate goal that every soldier was trained for.
However, among the scouts in Norland Village, except for Lu Bujia, the rest of the youths could not reach the standard of a soldier. This was Stan's conclusion. But now, looking at Roddy under the moonlight, he only felt that the young man in front of him was the most "thorough" killing machine.
Looking at Roddy's figure, Stan seemed to have thought of something. In the end, he sighed inwardly and shook his head for some reason before turning around and leaving. Not long after, he walked over with a bag. Roddy had already sheathed his knife. He wiped his sweat and was ready to return the tools to Stan and thank him. However, he did not know that the blacksmith had given him the bag.
"This is …"
Roddy lowered his head to take a look and discovered that there was a strange-looking gauntlet in the bag.
Generally speaking, metal gauntlets would not be worn by soldiers other than heavy infantry. Knights wore full-body heavy armor while ordinary infantry only had a simple layer of leather armor. Therefore, gauntlets were a scarce commodity for most soldiers. However, its use was not important for ordinary soldiers because the heavy gauntlets would slow down the movements of the soldiers when they swung their swords. Under such circumstances, experienced veterans would not wear them even if they had gauntlets. However, the reason why Stan took out this set of equipment was naturally not that simple.
For Roddy, who wielded two scimitars, he could not use a shield to defend like ordinary soldiers. The only way to defend against attacks was to dodge and block with his scimitars. However, once he had this set of gauntlets, his defensive ability would definitely increase by leaps and bounds.
"I think I will never wear it again in my life. However, after seeing you, I feel that this set of gauntlets should not be eroded by time …"
Stan looked at the gauntlets and told his story with some emotion. His grandfather used to be a heavy infantry of the kingdom. When this type of army had just appeared, the kingdom only chose the strongest young men. However, after Stan's grandfather died on the battlefield, there was no one in the family who was qualified to be a heavy infantry. Among the equipment that was passed down, only this set of gauntlets was still usable. Stan's father did not inherit the glory of the kingdom, and Stan himself became a blacksmith who had been forging for his entire life. His son died of a serious illness three years ago. At this moment, when he saw the strength that Roddy had displayed, Stan, who felt a little sour in his heart, finally made this decision.
Giving away this set of gauntlets could be considered as Stan burying his former hope … Roddy could understand the sorrow of a white-haired person sending off a black-haired person, but he could not truly understand it.
After Stan finished speaking, Roddy seemed to be a little dazed. This was because a line of small words that others could not see flashed before his eyes: "Stan's Wish (Completed)".
If it was in the past, Roddy would probably not even have the thought of looking at Stan. He had always been the purest of players. Everything he did was based on his own interests, and he ignored everything else. However, now, he held the gauntlets with both hands and did not know what to say.
Everything that was illusory in the past had become reality in front of him. In the past, Roddy, who wore a mask and interacted with NPCs in the game, suddenly felt a little dizzy. Looking at Stan's lonely face, Roddy even felt a little sad for some reason. In the end, he took the gauntlets and bowed to express his thanks. Like an ordinary young man, he bid farewell to this blacksmith who had also died in the flames of war in his memory.
War was merciless. Roddy increasingly understood this point. In the past, he only knew about war through everything in the game, but now that it had become reality, he felt a heaviness that he had never experienced before.
Carter, Ruger, and even that Quartermaster Dick — these NPCs had now become lively characters in his life. They had their own stories and emotions, as well as their own worries and dreams. Roddy increasingly felt that he was slowly integrating into this dream-like world.
After putting away the gauntlets, he prepared to pack some items that could be used later. The only thing Roddy could do now was to try his best to complete the set goals in his mind.
As a former life profession player, even if he lacked ingredients, he could still make some food that could increase his attributes. Fortunately, after Ruger agreed to the battle the next day, the entire scout team, including Dick in the quartermaster's office, understood that Roddy was currently the "temporary leader". So, he effortlessly asked for ingredients from Dick, who was still asleep, and used his own methods to make some "hemostatic bandages."
These were the most basic skills in "first aid," but sometimes they could really save a life. After preparing everything, Roddy fell into a deep sleep and waited for the arrival of the next day's dawn.
…
Norland Village was a little cold in the morning. Everything looked the same as usual. Farmers carried hoes and walked on the dirt road, occasionally complaining about how difficult it was to pay the feudal lord's taxes. Women returned from milking, carrying wooden buckets, their heads covered with scarves, gossiping about the village.
The only thing that was a little different was perhaps the members of the scout team.
The joking and joking sounds of the soldiers in the past had disappeared. In the small, bustling square, they silently packed up their belongings.
To them, the enemy that they were going to face today was so strong that it made their legs go weak. Except for veterans like Ruger, the young scouts could not hide their nervousness at all. Their faces were pale, their legs were a little weak, and when they put on their armor, they tied the knots too tightly … All these signs told the yawning Roddy that the fighting strength of this army was really lacking.
But who would be a natural elite soldier? Roddy knew this very well, so to him, today's mission was more like "training".
"Sodin has already gone to Hollier City."
After a quick breakfast, Carter had already found out the whereabouts of his "superior". Obviously, this news meant that their actions would not be noticed by that greedy guy for at least five days.
When the soldiers heard this, they had a strange feeling in their hearts. Hope that Sodin is here? That way, they might not have to face those Orcs. Hope that he is not here? That way, they might become the hero that saves the border village.
Before going to war, these rookies had a lot of feelings in their hearts, but the veterans' hearts were only numb … Ruger silently wiped his sword, emptying his mind like when he participated in a battle when he was young, leaving only the most focused state.
But Roddy was not in a hurry to lead the entire scout team out. He counted the number of people. There were a total of 15 people in the two teams, including himself. Facing the Orcs who had about 25 people was really impossible, so after he gathered all the scouts, he gave a very simple and surprising order — "Rest, stay where you are and wait for further orders."
"We will attack at night, that way our chances of winning will be higher. Before dark, I will be responsible for telling you how to face these green-skinned bastards."
When Roddy spoke, he was no longer as timid as he used to be. Instead, he was full of energy and confidence. "A leader must have his own charisma." This sentence was indeed reflected in Roddy, who had been reborn. His confidence came from countless battles against the Orcs.
Ruger and Carter looked at each other. They did not understand what Roddy was going to do. If he only taught them combat skills now, wouldn't it be a complete "last-minute training"?
But Roddy did not care about their surprised gazes. After telling Dick to prepare some items, he pulled more than 10 soldiers to the drill ground and began this temporary training.
In Roddy's eyes, a group of humans who had never fought against the Orcs face to face could not imagine how strong they were. What he needed to do was to teach them the enemy's weaknesses.
This included the Orcs' fighting style, fighting skills, footsteps, and movement habits. These were all the experiences of countless people on the battlefield. If they could remember three or four of these, their chances of survival were often several times higher than those who did not know. So in Roddy's eyes, this kind of "temporary training" was completely necessary.
"The Orcs are very strong. Never think of using weapons to block them. Don't even try to use a shield. When you realize that your arm is broken, it will be too late to dodge."
"How do we judge their attacks? Keep your eyes on their shoulders. If you see any movement, immediately retreat … "
"The Orcs' turning movements are very slow. Don't try to face them alone. When three people surround an Orc, you must learn to circle around it!"
After a few simple explanations, Roddy even demonstrated how to fight against the Orcs. It sounded a little ridiculous, but only a real technical geek would understand how important these things were … It must be understood that Roddy's research on the Orcs was enough for him to write a professional thesis: different Orcs' attack intervals, attack styles, attack routes, footsteps, and even their language. Roddy had done in-depth research on them.
Roddy had relied on this research to become one of the top PvP players in just a few short years from a half-baked Life Player to the forefront of PvP players.
The experience in his head could allow a group of young people who only practiced with wooden swords on the drill ground to understand how to deal with the seemingly strong but abnormally stupid green-skinned barbarians in a short period of time.
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