As the temperature gradually warmed up, it was now August.
The northern part of the Kingdom of Karen had always had a grassland climate. As the temperature rose, thunderstorms gradually began to become more frequent. In the open field of vision, one could always see dark clouds drifting by with water vapor, accompanied by the sound of thunder. The green grassland was soaked by the rain, and the color was even more verdant.
After extending for 300 kilometers to the northwest, on the surface of the Nehemiah Grassland, there were sparse villages. This was the territory of the Orc Kingdom.
There were no houses made of earth and stone like the human houses. Instead, tents covered with animal skins were formed. From a distance, they looked like mushrooms that had drilled out of the lawn after the rain.
As the closest orc tribe to the border of the Kingdom of Karen, the Hammer of Rohar was considered to be above average among the dozens of tribes in the Orc Kingdom, large and small. They had a large piece of fertile grassland as grazing land. At the same time, they also had a large number of brave wolf riders, which was enough to intimidate most tribes. Since Chief Rohar had ruled this tribe for seven years, the whole tribe could be said to have been in rapid development, which was something to be proud of.
However, over the past few months, many unexpected events had caused Chief Rohar to feel depressed. After listening to the opinion of Sarota's witch doctor and sending people to build an outpost to guard the human border, he had thought that these subordinates would be able to bring back the resources plundered from the human villages. However, he did not expect that … what he had been waiting for was the grievous news that the outpost had been completely destroyed!
Xhosa, an orc who came back alive, told him about the horror and deceit of the human beings. Such words naturally made Chief Rohar very angry. After discussing with the witch doctor Sarota, the chief finally decided to directly allocate a whole team of wolf riders and let Xhosa lead them to take action directly.
The main reason why they were able to make such a decision was that the team that had looted the Fenkes Village had indeed brought back a lot of good stuff. Things like iron pots, ale, and silk were all luxuries for the Orcs. The seemingly ordinary swords and sabers were powerful weapons that the Orcs could not even imagine.
The manufacturing process was different, and the iron ore was poor. So, the weapons used by the orcs could not be compared with those of the human beings. This cruel fact was an irreparable hard wound.
However, as a leader, Chief Rohar obviously had some shortcomings. He had tasted the benefits of looting the Fenkes Village, but the loss of the wolf riders had also made him suffer. He was a little hesitant. Even if he agreed to Sarota's request for another attack, he only approved a team of 33 people. At least from this point, it could be seen that he was not very decisive.
"Why hasn't Sarota come yet?"
In the spacious tent, Chief Rohar asked the servant at the door with a displeased expression. The servant explained a little, roughly saying that he had already sent someone to the witch doctor's tent to pass the message. Only then did Chief Rohar's expression soften a little. A few days ago, the "Bloodspear" tribe had a conflict with the warriors under his command. Although there were no casualties, the provocative attitude of the other party really made him very depressed. At this time, he called Sarota over mainly to ask for his opinion.
Obviously, the witch doctor Sarota had a very high position in the tribe because he was known for his craftiness. In recent years, Chief Rohar had obviously regarded Sarota as his "military adviser." The development of the tribe was also closely related to the witch doctor's suggestions. So, Rohar usually attached great importance to Sarota's opinions.
At this time, he was waiting for Sarota in his own tent. Speaking of which, even in the tent of the chief, the decoration was very rough. All that could be seen were animal skins after removing the bone products. The style was very primitive.
The huge war hammer used by Rohar was one of the few pure metal products, but it was rusty. It was obvious that it had not been maintained very well. The spacious chief's seat was covered with wolf skins, but these animal skins, which were tanned with manure, always carried a pungent stench. But Rohar did not mind it. Instead, he was full of pride. Because the huge wolf skin on the spacious seat was personally peeled by him. It belonged to a powerful wolf king that could condense magic. Having its skin was a symbol of strength and bravery. It was the guarantee for him to sit firmly on the chief's throne.
In the ruling class of the Orcs, strength was the guarantee of power. Wisdom was secondary.
Sarota's witch doctor quickly rushed over from his own village. When the servant outside the tent informed him, Chief Rohar put his hands behind his back and said in a deep voice, "Come in."
The curtain of the tent was gently lifted, and a slightly thin figure walked into the tent without making a sound. Sarota's witch doctor walked in with a withered wooden staff in his hand. There was a string of skulls hanging on the tip of the staff, which made some sounds when they collided with each other. This was the unique sound of a witch doctor walking.
"Chief, your loyal Sarota is here."
"Sarota, it's been a long time. Why hasn't Xhosa's team replied yet? Do they want to wait until winter to come back? "
This was the first time in many days that he had personally asked Sarota about this matter. It was obvious that he could not let go of the previous losses. If Xhosa did not bring good news, such a depressed feeling would always remain in his heart. The Orcs were not like the human nobles, who did not show their emotions on their faces. If they were unhappy, they would say it directly, and they would not even pretend their expressions. So, at this time, the chief's displeasure in his words was completely undisguised.
"Chieftain, the battle plan I've prepared for Xhosa should be foolproof. Those humans aren't that strong, and with Xhosa leading the warriors to attack them, unless the enemy has a lord leading an army to surround them, there's no army that can stop them. And according to the plan, they'll reply in a few days."
Sarota's face was thin, and his body was not as strong as the other Orcs. He also wore a dirty cloth robe in the humid weather. His body exuded a strange herbal smell. When he spoke, his voice was filled with fear and trepidation. Rohar was very satisfied with his obedience.
"It's best that way. If their operation does not get the same benefits as the last time, I may start to deal with the guys from Bloodspear first."
Rohar nodded in agreement, but he still felt a little "pain" in his heart. Speaking of which, he was too "small farmer". The destruction of the outpost had caused him a great loss. Including the financial resources from the Finks Village, he was still at a loss. If such an investment succeeded, it would be fine. If it failed, he would be like a bankrupt investor. He would not have the courage to continue with it.
When Sarota saw the chief expressing his approval of his plan, he looked like he wanted to say something but hesitated. Rohar waved his hand. He knew that Sarota had a new idea. He grinned and said, "If you have something to say, just say it, Sarota. Every time I hear your tone, you always say some good ideas. Say it!"
"Chieftain, I'll tell you my opinion …"
Still in the same low tone, Sarota once again instilled in Rohar ideas such as "humans are extremely fragile", "defenseless", and "carrying out a large-scale raid at the right time will definitely yield a great harvest". After being fooled by Sarota for more than half an hour, he was obviously slightly moved. However, he seemed to be a little hesitant about Sarota's request to send more Wolf Riders again. "Xhosa still does not have accurate information. It is not clear whether those humans are really that fragile. If they start to gather Wolf Riders so rashly …"
Sarota was obviously prepared. He whispered a few words to Rohar. Rohar's eyes immediately lit up when he heard it. He could not hide his excitement.
"What? Really? Let me have a look! "
The subordinates who had been waiting outside the tent immediately walked in at this time. They were holding longswords and armors with scabbards in their hands.
If Sally was here, she would definitely recognize these things as the equipment of her most loyal subordinate, Old Gerson, and his men.
"Chief, in the last operation in Fenkes Village, some of these weapons were damaged. I asked the tribal blacksmiths to work overtime to repair them according to the human way, just to let you see … what those humans have!"
When three longswords and two sets of light armor were placed in front of Rohar, the chief who ruled thousands of Orcs was as excited as a child. He stretched out his hands and carefully fiddled with them. The Orc Kingdom was poor in iron resources. Equipment such as scimitars could only be equipped by elite Wolf Riders, not to mention the more technical forging process. Therefore, the "standard equipment" of the human army was equivalent to "treasure" in the eyes of the Orcs.
Sarota squinted his eyes slightly and bent his waist to watch from the side. Everything in front of him was naturally premeditated by him. Saying that he would ask the blacksmiths to repair them was pure nonsense. At this time, he took out these things that he had hidden before, completely to let Rohar, who was not bold enough, make a decision.
In terms of scheming, the great chief was really no match for the witch doctor. Even if Sarota's trick was very clumsy, among the Orcs, there were really not many people who had the mind to think about the things behind it.
So … Sarota's plan easily worked.
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