Eron Calendar, Year 588, November 20th.
[Judgment of the Bone Throne] Mission Countdown: 142 days.
Several heavy snowfalls caused Eiffta's territory to completely enter winter. But at the same time, seven hundred miles to the west … After crossing the endless Nehemia Steppe, the Orc Kingdom still seemed to maintain the early autumn dryness and coolness.
Due to the steppe's climate, there was almost no rain in the Orc Kingdom during winter, and the temperature was not as low as zero, but it was still a little chilly at night. Even if the bright starry sky was displayed above their heads, the Orcs, who were used to it, would only curse the weather and wrap themselves tightly in sheepskin clothes that were full of odor.
Chief Rohar was no exception. At this time, he was sitting in his tent. After hanging the wide wolf skin shawl around his neck, he asked in an unfriendly tone, "Did Gresh's tribe really do this?"
Standing in front of him was the witch doctor, Botha. Since Sarota's death, Botha had become Rohar's first assistant, so the chief would discuss with him no matter whether it was a big or small matter.
"It's not just Gresh who is somewhat dissatisfied. It seems that on the other side, the Bloodhoof tribe … is brewing some conspiracy. But their people are not as strong as our tribe's warriors, so it's not worth worrying about."
Botha was one of the best among his kind. He was proficient in "recovery" witchcraft. Because he always pulled injured warriors back from the brink of death, he had always been popular among the tribe's witch doctors. The second month after Sarota's disappearance, he became chief Rohar's most trusted assistant and lived a life of "power and influence" — eating whatever he wanted and sleeping with whatever women he wanted.
Of course, not mentioning how terrible the existence of the female Orcs was, Botha's "favor" was obvious to all. Just like at this moment, Rohar completely believed in his words. He nodded without doubt and said, "I like this result. If they want to provoke us, then so be it. Who would want to go out and risk their lives in the winter? I really don't know what these guys are thinking … "
"Our Wolf Riders will always be the strongest. Those lowly guys are not worth mentioning at all!"
Botha's naked flattery was without any technical content, but it still made Rohar laugh loudly. His yellow teeth had unpleasant breath, and his image was extremely crude.
"Next spring, I will smash all these provokers into pieces and make them the next Bloodspear Tribe!"
Rohar's eyes shone with a bloodthirsty glint as he decided on this' battle plan 'with a heroic spirit.
Obviously, the Bloodspear tribe that once clashed with Rohar's Hammer had become a speck of dust in history. When Rohar recalled the battle a few months ago, he remembered a figure that contributed quite a lot to the battle …
"Bu Sar, Sarota's disciple … Where did he go?"
The chief's question made Bosar's mouth twitch slightly. He tried to calm down and whispered: "Sauron seems to have something to do recently. He took his people to the west, probably to the Gondola Mountains. Maybe he went to collect herbs …"
"Gathering herbs? What can we collect in this season? "
"Some precious herbs are indeed only available in winter …" Busar's lying skills were very poor, and he nervously swallowed his saliva.
Rohar did not have any doubts after listening to him. After a few words, he changed the topic, which made Busar feel relieved.
Speaking of which, Sauron did go to the Gondola Mountains, but he went to that desolate place not because he wanted to collect herbs, but because he was "ostracized" by Busar and several witch doctors.
In the previous battle to destroy the Bloodspear Tribe, Sauron, the future "King of Ten Thousand Axes", fought bravely with the remnants of Sarota's troops. He quickly made great contributions and became the biggest hero in defeating the enemy. However, a tall tree attracts the wind. Rohar's "appreciation" for him immediately made the witch doctors who had just seen the opportunity to stand on the same side.
This was also where Sauron was not very mature. At this time, his foundation was not stable, and he should have hidden his strength. However, in order to make meritorious contributions, he accidentally became the focus of attention, which directly led to open spears and covert attacks.
Coincidentally, the war had just ended, and Sauron's troops could not resist the attacks from within. In the end, he could only retreat and stay away from the core of the tribe, completely isolated from the "core circle" of the chief …
Chief Rohar was still in the dark, but the other witch doctors were happy to see this. They wished that Sauron could freeze to death in this ravine.
However, they did not expect that such behavior would provide Sauron with a rare opportunity.
At this very moment, at the foot of the Gondola Mountain Range, more than a hundred miles away from the chief's tent, this young witch doctor draped in an animal skin cloak was comfortably warming himself by a fire, sitting in a simple wooden house with his eyes closed.
The young "King of Ten Thousand Axes" was strong and well-proportioned, with long black hair braided. There was a huge battle axe beside him, and in front of him were a few pages of grass sandpaper and a map. Outside the house, the Orcs were building new houses in the cold wind. After coming to the forest at the foot of the Gondola Mountains, they no longer lived in tents. Instead, they collectively began to build a "village" with wooden walls and high sentry posts!
A Wolf Rider entered the village from the outside, and then came to Sauron in a travel-worn manner. The other party respectfully knelt on one knee and reported the situation. Sauron nodded with satisfaction after listening. When the Wolf Rider retreated, Sauron opened his eyes slightly …
"Do you really think that by driving me here … you can sit in your positions with peace of mind?"
Sauron's fingers stroked the double-edged battle axe beside him, and his cold tone was filled with cruelty. "Since you can't fulfill the teacher's last wish, then I will fulfill it for him. Who can stop me … "
"You will have to pay the price!"
His eyes turned to the grass sandpaper map in front of him. Sauron's focus stopped on a sentry post sign only twenty kilometers away from the village. He shook his head and sighed softly. "Ah … vigilant humans will always be as fragile as rabbits."
"Do you really think that such a small sentry post can stop me?"
*****
"Hiss —"
Roddy took a deep breath and felt the hot power spread from the rune on his arm to his whole body.
The muscles in his body tightened, and the pain suddenly appeared and then disappeared. After a few seconds, Roddy raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, but he frowned and thought about the route of the pain when it spread through his body.
Is this the power that truly belongs to me …
In reality, as a "modern man", Roddy found it difficult to accept that there was a "power" running around in his body. When he used skills, he only felt it slightly, but this time when he embedded the rune, he clearly felt the "power" in his body …
It was like blood, everywhere, but unpredictable.
Roddy thought carefully for a long time and found that he could not figure out what this power was, so he diverted his attention and looked down at the expensive and exquisite rune crystal in his hand. After resting for a moment, he pressed the second and third rune into his arm.
"Hiss —"
The translucent rune was only the size of a fingernail. The moment it touched his body, it melted Roddy's skin like a soldering iron. This was really "melting", which was why Roddy was sweating from the pain.
However, the rune itself melted like ice. In a few seconds, it completely disappeared from the surface of the skin on his arm, leaving only the burn rune-shaped scar.
The reason why Roddy used the three runes was that he could only embed "Stealth", "Concentration Shooting", and "Leap". The effect of these runes was basically the same: reduce the cooldown time of the skill itself.
The cooldown time of "Stealth" was reduced from 1 minute to 45 seconds, "Concentration Shooting" was reduced from 1 minute to 30 seconds, and "Leap" was reduced from 15 seconds to 12 seconds. Although there was not much change in the words, for Roddy, such an improvement meant that his survivability and lethality had increased by at least 20%.
Rody looked at the panel and confirmed that the runes had worked. He then silently picked up the bandage and bandaged his wound while enduring the pain of the burn.
It had been five days since he arrived at the Ducal Palace. During this time, he had leveled up once and also bought the runes he needed from the hidden "Rune Sale" shop in the city. In the rest of the time, he worked hard on making leather armor with Suren's help. At the same time, he made decisions and decisions with Angmar and Benjamin based on the information that they constantly collected.
In the beginning, he was a little busy, but today, Roddy seemed to be a lot more relaxed.
Regarding Roddy's outstanding contribution in killing Ansadin and the others, the Dukes Of Angmar were not stingy with their rewards. Roddy did not want the land, so Angmar could only "discount" it and gave him a lot of weapons, armor, horses, and food.
This kind of wealth was definitely more practical than gold coins, so Roddy accepted it with a smile. In fact, both of them understood that now that they had boarded the same chariot, the so-called "reward" already had a meaning of "watching and helping each other" in it.
It sounded a little ridiculous to let small characters like the Duke and Roddy "watch and help each other", but what was even more ridiculous was that before Bishop Benjamin was promoted, the last personnel transfer in the monastery was to directly assign two priests to Roddy in the name of "going out for training"!
These two priests had followed Benjamin for many years, and their strength had reached the level of advanced level 2. According to the original promotion process, they might have to stay in the monastery for another ten to fifteen years before they could see the hope of becoming a "bishop". Therefore, for these two priests, following a "new noble" was not much different from idling around in the monastery. Therefore, they obediently followed the order, came to the Ducal Palace, and became Roddy's new subordinates.
"It's good to have three advanced healers … Ansadin still has a batch of high-quality ores, which can be used to make high-level equipment. As for the problem of manpower …"
Sitting in front of the desk, Roddy shook his aching arm, picked up a pen and drew a circle on the parchment paper. After confirming the next plan of manpower expansion, he then opened the [Mission Bar] and sighed at the [Judgment of the Bone Throne]'s [Mission Countdown: 142 Days].
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