The Orcs' sense of beauty was different from that of humans. It could even be said that the culture and ideology of the Orcs were worlds apart from that of humans. The items in their eyes might not have much value in the eyes of humans, but Roddy, who had rich experience in the game "Earth Splitter", had enough insight to identify these items. The items in the box were not damaged by the fire. There was a leather bag, a bone emblem, a palm-sized metal ingot, and some dried meat with a strange smell. Roddy suspected that it might be human meat, because the Orcs never avoided eating anything that moved, and human meat was considered one of the highest quality foods. Only the respected Orcs could eat it.
Ignoring the dried meat that made people frown, Roddy grabbed the rest of the items and called everyone to evacuate the burning camp. Before leaving, he did not forget to ask Carter to throw the Orcs' food supplies into the fire.
In the darkness of the grassland, the burning camp looked like a huge bonfire from afar. With the help of the light, Rody and the others calmly climbed over the grassy slope and bandaged the three lightly injured scouts. After that, they looked for horses and immediately returned to Nolan Village.
The midnight air was a little damp and cold. When the wind blew on their faces, most of the soldiers felt that it was unreal. No one spoke along the way. The sound of horses' hooves on the silent grassland made everything feel like a dream. When they took deep breaths, they could almost smell the unique stench of the Orc camp.
But Roddy knew that the seed of "confidence" had been quietly planted in the hearts of these soldiers.
The horses did not move fast. It only took them a little more than an hour to get here, but it took them nearly two hours to get back. They only let out a collective sigh of relief when they saw the sign at the entrance of Nolan Village under the light of the torches.
Then, the uncontrollable joy and excitement quietly spread from the bottom of their hearts.
"Is this … victory?"
"We won …?"
"We … did it."
"We won!"
At first, it was only a low murmur, but as their emotions were vented, the excited soldiers began to shout. Carter grinned foolishly as he sat on his horse, loudly encouraging the brave scouts. Lu Ge watched all this silently, and when no one was looking, he secretly wiped the corner of his eyes.
Everyone had their own feelings, and they might be different, but victory was always something to be happy about.
Roddy didn't stop the soldiers from venting their emotions in the middle of the night. In fact, he also heaved a sigh of relief in his heart. This battle basically didn't deviate from the original plan and achieved the expected goal. For Roddy, this was enough.
While the soldiers were cheering, Lu Ge was the first to break away from the excitement. The veterans were indeed more clear-headed than the youngsters. At this point, Lu Ge no longer doubted Roddy's ability. He had easily killed three Orcs in the battle. This feeling of being on both sides, which he had never experienced before, made him look forward to it even more. Now, he even wanted to find another group of Orcs and fight it out. Even if he died on the battlefield, he wouldn't have any regrets.
At this time, he walked in front of Roddy and asked expectantly, "Captain Roddy, what do we do next?"
The excited soldiers immediately looked at Rody. Rody dismounted from his horse and replied, "Rest and wait for the next opportunity to act. If Sodin does not bring reinforcements, perhaps this is all we can do."
His words were like a splash of cold water. The soldiers' grinning faces gradually froze, and finally, one by one, they became silent. Just like when Carter and his team returned yesterday, they also realized the unavoidable fact that the two teams added up to a total of 15 scouts, after all, they would not be able to make any big waves.
"Will there be more battles?"
Carter asked from the side. His question seemed to be the question of all the soldiers, so much so that the originally somewhat lively team instantly quietened down.
Roddy raised his head and wanted to say more cruel words, but when he saw the eyes that were full of fighting spirit, he was startled.
The long period of peace had originally made these scouts lose the will to fight and resist. Being invaded by the Orcs, being annexed by neighboring countries, being disintegrated by internal strife. These things that would happen in Roddy's memory showed that a nation and country that had lost the will to fight was completely hopeless.
But today, their hot blood that was originally covered by ease and laziness seemed to be completely aroused because of this battle.
It suddenly made Roddy see hope.
He clenched his fist and said aloud, "There will be battles, and there will be more and more."
…
After the team was dismissed, a little tired, Roddy returned to his room. When the soldiers went to find food to fill their stomachs, he went to his bed alone and took out the "spoils of war".
The first thing that caught his eyes was the emblem made of bone. Roddy knew that this was the symbol of the clan in the Orc Kingdom, similar to the emblem of the nobles among the humans, used to identify one's identity and the name of the clan. He frowned as he looked at the emblem. On it was a symbol that the "Earthbreaker" human players were familiar with: War Hammer.
This meant that the Orc camp that he had attacked belonged to the "Hammer of Rohar", the fated enemy!
This tribe was officially known on the continent entirely because of their crazy behavior of plundering the Kingdom of Karen. The Orcs without any moral bottom line had brought great suffering to the Kingdom of Karen. Roddy did not even want to remember it. At that moment, his fingers that were holding the emblem were trembling.
"Sure enough, history is still like this."
Putting the emblem aside, he picked up the palm-sized metal ingot and weighed it in his hand. Experienced in forging, Roddy drew his machete and cut it lightly with the edge of the blade. Then he examined it under the dim candlelight in the room for a moment and slowly exhaled. "It's a blood ore."
"Blood ore" was a common name given to "high-iron ore derivatives" by players in the game. It was a type of ore that contained iron, but it contained some energy that allowed blacksmiths to create powerful weapons. Of course, "powerful" was only relative to white grade equipment. It could not give weapons powerful magical effects like "burning" or "freezing", but it could greatly increase the hardness and sharpness of weapons. For Roddy, it was a good additional item for the next stage of weapon forging.
This reward was enough to make Roddy feel that his trip was not in vain. He then opened the smelly leather bag and poured out the contents in front of him — a piece of grass sandpaper with crooked handwriting and a set of voodoo dice made of bones, shells and stones.
"Show attributes."
He called out his attribute panel and equipment panel, at the same time looking at the attributes of the voodoo dice in the messy data in front of him.
Simple Voodoo Dice
Level Requirement: Level 3
Spirit + 1
Intelligence + 1
"The witch doctors never get tired of exchanging the voodoo dice."
Obviously, this was a useless item. As a soldier of the legion, Roddy had no use for items that increased Intelligence and Spirit. This was because Intelligence was not related to IQ. It only affected a person's mana recovery rate and magic attack value.
Roddy was not surprised that the items of the witch doctors had become the private collection of the Orc leader. Because he was familiar with all the details of the Orc culture, he concluded that this Orc must have a direct subordinate relationship with one of the witch doctors of the "Hammer of Rohar." Under normal circumstances, the possession of these divination tools that the witch doctors had eliminated meant that the holder's status was much higher than the average Orc.
"Hammer of Rohar, Witch Doctor, Sarota …"
A few key words appeared in Roddy's mind. The "Hammer of Rohar" was the tribe that benefited the most from the Orcs who invaded the Kingdom of Karen. Because of this, they were also envied by many other tribes, even leading to war. But the tribe's three chiefs were more cunning and brutal than the last in war. Sarota, who was only the tribe's witch doctor at the moment, would be the third chief in the future, and he would also be the one with the greatest power. Under his leadership, the Rohar's Hammer tribe grew to an unprecedented level. They even had enough capital to wait passively for orders and even resist the Orc Kingdom's "King of Ten Thousand Axes."
Sarota was a witch doctor who had come from the "bottom." When the Kallon Kingdom became a complete tragedy, and scholars from other countries began to study the history of the Hammer of Rohar, they came to a conclusion: this witch doctor was never as stingy as other witch doctors. He often gave his discarded items to subordinates that he thought had potential for development in order to befriend them. This was a very common method among humans, but it was rarely used among the Beastmen. This also paved the way for him to surpass the other Beastmen in the future.
This passage was the basis for Roddy's current judgment.
Because of his faction, the technical geek Roddy had naturally read these research documents about Sarota. But when he recalled these contents, he suddenly felt that something big was about to happen at this point in time.
Frowning, Roddy tried very hard to remember the specific content. After all, he had never experienced anything about the events before the launch of the game. Those clues only came from some books and a few words in some missions. It was simply unrealistic for him to remember them all. But when he thought of facing the most aggressive chief and his subordinates in the history of the Orc Empire, he still felt an unprecedented sense of crisis.
Knowing that he would meet this witch doctor sooner or later, Roddy did not think that he would come into contact with him so early. He calmed his mind and reached out to open the straw sandpaper unique to the Orc Empire. He read the content on it. His behavior was no different from asking for trouble in the eyes of others. Because most of the civilians in the Kingdom of Karen generally believed that the Orcs did not deserve to have a written heritage. Even if there was written evidence, most people thought that it was the most primitive form of hieroglyphics.
But no one would have thought that the ranger Roddy, who had experienced countless battles and intercepted intelligence before his rebirth, was a guy who was proficient in the Orc language and writing. So even if this was written in the Orc Sabine language, he could still read it.
This straw sandpaper was a little crumpled. It should be the traces of communication through birds. Roddy tried hard to decipher the handwriting. His relaxed brows gradually furrowed.
Some of the handwriting could not be seen clearly. He could only roughly make out a few words: "Assemble the squadron," "Four days later," "Raid."
Roddy looked at the date mentioned in the letter and the blurry inscription. His heartbeat suddenly quickened.
He rubbed his temples hard, his fingers trembling as he smoothed out the paper to reconfirm what he had read. These contents made his blurry memory have a clearer direction — Saroon, Hammer of Rohar, and the date: Elon calendar, year 588, April …
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