This situation might mean that it would be difficult for Roddy to successfully create higher-level equipment in the future. If he put all his energy into studying these sub-professions, it would take him a few years to reach his previous level. So, Roddy decided to focus on "bow making" and give up on "leather making".
With this in mind, he began to think about how to rope in more "lifestyle" NPCs to work for him. Although Blacksmith Stan was the only one in Norland Village who could be "roped in", it was still a good start. A leader did not need to be good at everything. Roddy had now gradually figured this out. So, these days, how to "command" his subordinates and make them better use of their own value became his main research topic.
The "military training" continued, but the focus of the training had obviously changed. It was mostly about raiding on horseback and camping in the wild. They even camped on the grassland only two kilometers away from the village for half a month. They learned how to set up tents, how to maintain their strength in the heavy rain, how to keep their clothes dry without falling sick, and so on.
Many things sounded simple, but only when they were actually done and formed a conditioned reflex in the scouts would it be effective. These days of training were extremely intense. Most of the time, the soldiers' physical strength was hovering around the limit. But the results were also very obvious. Roddy could clearly see the results of the training from the changes in their attributes.
Under the nutritious food and cruel training, although the soldiers' levels did not increase, their attributes had gradually reached the limit of this level. Obviously, Roddy gradually understood the difference between NPCs and players. NPCs leveled up "automatically", and their attribute growth was not like the players', but linear. By early August, their average attributes had increased by more than 20% compared to the beginning!
And after a long period of training, this scout team, which was originally considered to have no combat power in the eyes of others, was now mentally and physically ready for battle.
So in the morning of August 14th, the scouts in front of Norland Village had all packed up and were ready to set off.
"Commander, all soldiers are in position, waiting for instructions!"
Ruger and Sodelor ran over from afar and saluted, loudly reporting the status of the team.
"Hu."
In the beginning, some scouts doubted Roddy, but after hearing the conflict between Sally and Francis, and knowing that Roddy was Sally's savior, all the scouts firmly stood on "Sally's" side. And now, his prestige had reached an unprecedented peak.
Rody took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. He raised his head and looked at the soldiers standing near the warhorses. They were lined up neatly and had a solemn atmosphere. Although their average level was only around Level 5, it reminded him of his comrades who had fought against the Orcs when they were Level 90.
The scouts in front of him were no longer the cowardly bunch of cowards they used to be. After winning battle after battle and going through tough training, this troop had completely broken away from the uncohesive "Lord's Private Army" and became a terrifying troop with powerful combat strength.
Walking to the front of the team, Roddy did not say too many words of encouragement. He just silently saluted and said, "For the glory of Karen!"
This sentence was very meaningful, because for Norland Village and even the entire Kingdom of Karen, what these scouts were going to do, no matter whether they succeeded or failed, would inevitably leave a deep mark in history!
"For the glory of Karen!"
The uniform and impassioned response resounded throughout Norland Village.
The farmers stopped and watched. In their eyes, these scouts had been doing strange things in the past two months. Previously, they had even gone out for a month and did not return. So it was not surprising to see them embarking on a long journey together again. Some people even greeted these young lads and told them to "work hard", although they had no idea what these scouts were going to do.
The messy galloping of the horses seemed to be venting the surging emotions in the hearts of the soldiers. Since they were going to carry out a long-distance raid, Roddy knew that the emperor did not send out hungry soldiers. He had armed this team to the teeth. Everyone was even equipped with a horse. There were a total of 30 people in the team. Just like that, they loaded up their supplies and left Norland Village with another 30 warhorses.
For the people and lords of the Kingdom of Karen, on such a hot summer day, none of them would notice the sudden departure of the scouts from a small village near the border. The civilians were still busy making a living, and the nobles were still indulging in decadent revelry. Everything was the same as usual.
For the Orcs, from this day onwards, Roddy and his team were like a nightmare, quietly descending on the peaceful land.
…
21st of August, midnight.
For the nomadic Orcs, the location of their residence was always uncertain. Every time the grazing cattle and sheep finished eating a pasture, they would move to another pasture. The formation of villages at this time was a special "rule" set by the Orc tribes to cultivate warriors. The so-called "villages" in the Beastman Kingdom were not like the human villages, where all the members of the Beastman family lived. Basically, only a few strong adult Beastmen lived there. The female Beastmen and their children were usually responsible for herding the animals. The purpose of them staying here was to train themselves into the strongest warriors and the most qualified Wargs.
Such a system had only come into existence in recent years. The Rohar's Hammer tribe, which was the first to implement it, had a combat power far superior to other tribes. Gradually, the neighboring tribes began to follow suit. Now, almost all the tribes in the kingdom had a similar rule. With such a village, it would be faster to gather soldiers, and the quality of the soldiers would be better. More importantly, it would be easier for the chief to control!
Speaking of the original person who made this rule, it was the witch doctor, Sarota. In the "history" that belonged to Roddy's memory, the purpose of Sarota's "creation" was to invade the Kingdom of Karen in the near future!
However, in the Orc Kingdom in the year 588, these villages that were built to train warriors were not as highly militarized as they would be in the future. To a certain extent, their current standards could not even be compared to the Cullen Kingdom's scouts. Without a reasonable supervision system and sufficient resources to encourage them, it was very difficult for the Orcs to train themselves under such conditions.
Therefore, in this village called Lendink, which belonged to the Rohar's Hammer tribe, the Orcs who were sleeping soundly and not vigilant at all were not qualified warriors.
At midnight, large raindrops fell densely on the top of the tents. In the noisy environment, the Orcs' sleep did not seem to be affected at all, because their snoring was even louder than the sound of the rain. There was no danger of war here. Life was peaceful, so there was never any sentry post in the village. If someone woke up at this time, it must be because he had to pee.
And Laker was such a guy who woke up because he had to pee.
When he got up from the dirty bed, Laker fumbled in front of the window for a long time before he found his animal skin cloak that was used to block the rain. Lifting the curtain, he did not even bother to open his eyes and walked forward. He could not see anything with his eyes open anyway, so he wanted to find a place further away from the tent to pee and be done with it.
But after walking seven or eight steps, he suddenly heard some strange sounds amidst the sound of the rain.
The sound was unfamiliar to Laker. At first, he thought it was Lord Sarota or Chief Rohar's Wolf Cavalry coming. But after thinking about it carefully, he remembered that there was no such sound when a warg ran.
The Orcs did not raise horses. Laker, who had never experienced war, had never heard the sound of a human cavalry charging. He did not have any vigilance in his heart. He pulled his cloak and took out his "brother" to pee. His eyes curiously turned to the side where the sound came from, and he muttered, "What the hell is that …"
As his voice fell, a bolt of lightning suddenly streaked across the sky. The dark world instantly became as bright as day.
Laker, who was looking to the side with his head tilted and brows furrowed, just happened to see the troop that he had never seen before in the rain in this second of light.
A neat triangular formation, a fluttering cloak when they moved at high speed, and the mud splashed when the warhorses galloped …
The clear image was imprinted in the Orc's eyes like a photograph. But when the lightning disappeared and darkness struck again, Laker could not understand what all this meant.
After the lightning appeared, the thunder always followed. Seven or eight seconds later, a thunderous explosion resounded throughout Lundink Village. And it was at this moment that Laker shouted, "Ah!"
His shout was filled with unprecedented panic and fear, but it was directly covered up by the thunder. So much so that no one in the village heard his only "warning".
He turned around and wanted to escape, but the urge to pee at his crotch could not be stopped. He forgot to pull up his pants. After running a few steps, he tripped on his pants and fell to the ground.
His sturdy body slammed into the muddy grass with a splat. He struggled to get up and opened his mouth to shout, but in the darkness of the night, the tsunami-like troops had already appeared in front of him.
Lightning appeared again, and the last scene left in Laker's vision was the snow-white saber light that suddenly flashed under the lightning.
"Pu —"
With the powerful momentum of the horse, Roddy's scimitar slashed the Orc in front of him and sent him flying. Before the Orc's corpse fell to the ground, it was knocked by Sodelor's warhorse. Then, it was directly crushed into meat paste by the battle formation of more than 30 warhorses.
The scouts rushed into the camp, and the soldiers on both sides swiftly cut the ropes of the tents. Some orcs noticed something was wrong, and they shouted as they walked out of the tents. What awaited them was the same fate as Laker.
That night, all fifty-four Orc soldiers in Lundink Village were slaughtered!
Six hours later, on the morning of the 22nd of August, the neighboring Glen Village suffered the same attack. Not a single Orc survived.
That evening, the Bloodspear tribe that was forty kilometers away suffered the same attack.
Similar attacks appeared one after another, and by the night of the 24th of August, five similar villages had been flattened!
It was only then that the chief of Rohar's Hammer discovered the truth of the massacre in Lundink Village.
'Blitzkrieg' was a method of warfare that had never appeared in this world. Even in the war seventy years ago or even earlier, there had never been such a terrible "battle record" of slaughtering five villages in four days!
So when it happened, the Orcs were completely dumbfounded.
"These damned bastards!"
Chief Rohar waved his hammer and smashed the wooden table in the tent. He roared fiercely, "Call for reinforcements! Go inform all the warriors! I will make Bloodspear pay the price! "
This powerful chief, who was the most powerful in the tribe, was truly like a lion when he was angry. The servant standing at the door was trembling in fear, but he didn't forget to remind him in a low voice, "Chief, do we need to talk to Witch Doctor Sarota —"
"You don't f * cking understand what I'm saying?"
Before he could finish his words, the metal hammer had already smashed into the ground in front of the servant. The shockwave from the explosion sent the servant flying. The 200 + jin Orc took more than a second to land on the ground 6 metres away. "I said to inform all the soldiers. Listen up! Yes! Yes! Yes! "
"If you don't understand, then die!"
On the other side, the servant who was injured by the blast spat out a mouthful of blood. He immediately shouted "Yes!" and scrambled to get up and ran further away.
"Hammer of Rohar" and "Bloodspear" had accumulated quite a lot of conflicts. Chief Rohar was troubled by such a matter before. When he heard the news of two villages being massacred, he didn't even think about it. He almost immediately determined that it was a provocation from "Bloodspear"!
His judgment wasn't wrong at all. Even if he was beaten to death, he wouldn't have thought that a group of humans would invade directly from the Kingdom of Karen to this place.
"Bloodspear tribe. This time, I will not rest until one of us is dead!!! "
Rohar who was raging didn't know that almost at the same time, a similar voice echoed in the Bloodspear chief's tent.
"Rohar! I will make you pay with your blood!!! "
The gigantic battle axe slashed the crudely crafted wooden chair into pieces. The wolf fang necklace hanging around his neck danced in the air. The bloodstains on the necklace served as a foil to the chief of Blood Spear, Sark's rage.
"How dare you massacre three of my villages! This is unforgivable! Unforgivable! "
The battle axe swung again, and the wooden chair that was left in half was instantly smashed into pieces. The splinters even penetrated the thick tent. The commotion made Rohar's subordinates who were standing in front of him feel like they were sitting on pins and needles. Cold sweat trickled down their backs.
"Gather the warriors under you. I would like to see what else Rohar can do other than despicable sneak attacks! "
"Yes! Chief! "
Trembling with fear, the servants rushed out of the tents and quickly headed towards the various villages. They began to assemble their troops.
The conflict between the tribes that could have been resolved had completely gone out of control because of the five villages on both sides. By now, all the orcs understood that this war was unavoidable.
…..
25th of August. Night. Torrential rain.
While the two orc chiefs were angrily planning for war, on the vast grassland, Roddy and his scouts were completely hidden in the curtain of rain like ghosts.
The rain was pouring down, and visibility was less than 300 meters. Among the undulating grassland, low, simple green tents were scattered all over the field of vision. From afar, it was almost impossible to recognize them. The team of thirty people was currently sheltering from the rain and resting in these "camouflage tents".
After changing into dry clothes in the watertight tent, the scouts chewed on dried meat jerky in their mouths and held onto ale that was specially brought with them when they set out. It was obvious that even in such a harsh environment, they still maintained a high-calorie diet to recover their stamina.
Although the temperature was a little cold because of the heavy rain, it was undeniable that the hearts of all the scouts were burning with passion at this moment. Because, miraculously, the team of thirty scouts had maintained zero casualties after going through these battles! Not even a single serious injury had appeared!
Two patrolling wolf rider squads and five armed orc villages — the three generations of the Kingdom of Karen had never taken the initiative to fight back against the Orc Kingdom. Just like that, a deep crack was torn in the Orc Kingdom by this group of "inferior" scouts in the eyes of others!
What excited them the most was that the stupid enemy still did not know that it was them who did this. They even mistook it for the actions of the enemy tribes and began to gather their troops to kill each other!
In the past, they had yearned for the "legendary stories" spoken of by the bards, but now they gradually discovered that Now, the scouts who were in a team seemed to be creating a legend that was far more exaggerated than those stories.
In addition to their excitement, these scouts would involuntarily look at the slightly larger tent not far away with some respect in their eyes.
That was the "temporary headquarters" of the mastermind of this "legend" — Roddy.
"The rain is heavier than in previous years. This is just nice to cover our tracks."
The one who was speaking was Sodelor. There was a smear of dirt on his face, but no one would pay attention to his appearance at this time because Roddy and Lug, who were squeezed in front of him, did not look much better.
This tent was called "temporary headquarters," but in fact, it was only small enough for Roddy, Sodelor, and Lug to squat down and gather. After hearing Sodelor's words, Roddy shook his head and replied, "We were just lucky. We did our best to cover up what we could and fake what we could. But eventually, there will be flaws. In the end, these orcs will finally understand what happened. But when the war starts, this is not important anymore."
"Now, it seems that the time is almost right."
Sodelor looked at the map. Several villages marked on the map had been crossed, which meant that they had been captured. The light in the tent came from the ring on Roddy's finger. It was well hidden, so they were not afraid of being discovered.
"Our strategic goal has basically been achieved. Tomorrow, there is only one village left, and then we can retreat."
Roddy pointed to the village marked "Cossack". "But I really did not expect to encounter two Wolf Riders patrolling along the way. Looking at it, we are almost done. If you ask me, I think we don't have to attack this village tomorrow."
"I think … before they understand the situation, we should kill as many as we can."
Ruger looked at the map in the middle of the three of them. As he spoke, he touched the bandage on his head. It was a wound left behind when he attacked the Wolf Riders. Obviously, his hatred for the Orcs would not disappear even after a few successful attacks.
"Now, I am hesitating about this question."
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