"Me?"
Sodelor was a little stunned. Not only him, but Ruger was also not used to this kind of question. From their point of view, as a leader, Roddy had to be a man of his word at a time like this. In the tradition of the kingdom, people like advisors did exist, but the commander had always listened to their suggestions and made decisions on his own. They had never heard of anyone taking the initiative to "ask" others for advice.
This kind of behavior usually meant that the commander was not confident, or even that he was "incompetent." Clearly, in the eyes of the soldiers of this era, being "dictatorial" was a manifestation of "both wisdom and courage."
"I … I don't know. This kind of question, I … I can't answer casually."
Although he was a descendant of a noble, Sodelor had long been used to following Roddy's orders. He shook his head, indicating that he had no objections.
Seeing Sodelor's reaction, Roddy knew that this kind of habit could not be corrected in a short period of time. He could only say in a low voice, "Then do another reconnaissance before the attack tomorrow. If there are no problems, make this the last point of attack."
This order allowed Sodelor and Ruger to get used to it. After the three of them finalized the plan for tomorrow's operation, Roddy let them return to their tents to rest. He used a spell to stop the light from the ring and opened the curtain of the tent. After making sure that the soldiers on night duty were not slacking off, he slowly exhaled and loosened his Stalker armor. He then laid down on the bumpy mat.
The sound of raindrops falling on the tent echoed in his ears, and the humid air made his skin feel uncomfortable. This kind of life was definitely difficult for a man who originally lived in a modern society. But it was clear that Roddy had quickly adapted to his role, gradually breaking away from the obstacles of his original thinking and gradually integrating into this world.
Rody stretched out his hand and touched the cloth bag at his side. It contained some herbs that he had picked earlier. Although Rody did not practice alchemy before he transmigrated, he had learned the basics of 'picking herbs'. Since he was a lone ranger, he was very familiar with such skills that were necessary for survival in the wild. These "thorn leaves" that he had casually plucked were not high-level items, and their effect was to increase the mount's movement speed by 5% for an hour.
It was also at this moment that he remembered that although the Orc Kingdom was barren, they had an extremely valuable specialty: herbs.
In the southern part of the Nehemiah Grassland, there were mountains and rivers in the Gondola Mountains. The rare herbs were resources that the Kingdom of Karen did not have. Further south was the Tasman Empire of the undead. That was the origin of the "Soul Extraction Potion". According to Roddy's memory, the herbs needed to make the antidote were located in the Orc Kingdom.
Should I find some time to go and have a look?
As soon as this thought appeared in his mind, he remembered that his level of "herb-picking" was not enough to successfully dig out those high-level herbs. "Herb-Picking" was not like pulling weeds by force. The more precious the herb was, the more time and effort it would take to collect it. If his level was not high enough, he might break a root after a few days of digging and fail at the last step.
Forget it, I'll think about it later.
Calling out the character attribute panel, Roddy revealed a satisfied expression. Within four days, he had already reached level 7 and had accumulated enough experience points to level up to level 8!
Missions like 'raiding the Orc Village' were rewarded with an exaggerated amount of experience due to the fact that the enemies were completely wiped out while his own side suffered zero casualties. That was why Rody's journey was extremely smooth.
Because it was smooth, Roddy could not help but think of other possibilities …
"Sarota … If there's a chance, should I get rid of him first?"
When he thought of how cruel and cunning this witch doctor chief would be in the future, he could not help but wonder if he should kill him first. However, seeing that there was still a long way to go before he reached level 10, Roddy finally sighed and gave up on this idea.
"If there's a chance, I might be able to pull them all to the swamp …"
Amidst the dripping sound of the rain, Roddy fell into a deep sleep.
…
At the same time, outside the "Cossack" village that Roddy had just pointed out on the map, a large group of Wolf Riders suddenly tore through the curtain of rain in the dark night and rushed into the village on the muddy road.
The muffled sound of the Wolf Riders running was not as loud as that of the warhorses, but it had a different kind of intimidating aura. It caused the Orc soldiers who had been sleeping in their tents to poke their heads out in shock. When they understood the identity of the people who had come, they ran out in a panic, lowering their heads and bowing as they went forward to welcome the team that had suddenly appeared.
The strong Wolf Riders disdained wearing rain-blocking cloaks, so they were almost completely drenched in the heavy rain. However, it was precisely because of this that their bodies appeared to be as strong as iron towers.
The six Wolf Riders leading the way went straight to the largest tent in the village. They flipped over and jumped off their Wolf Riders, shouting loudly at the Orcs who were bowing in the heavy rain, "We salute Lord Sarota!"
"Long live the Hammer of Rohar!"
All the Orcs' shouts were not very uniform, but they seemed very imposing.
The largest and most comfortable tent was immediately requisitioned. The Wolf Riders that rushed into the village were divided into two groups, inside and outside. In the middle, two figures jumped down from the Wolf Riders. In the distance, the soldiers waiting in the rain could hear the faint sound of wooden staffs and bone dice colliding in the rain.
Sarota, who was wearing a cloak and had a thin figure, walked in front. Sauron's figure followed behind respectfully.
Two Wolf Riders raised their hands and lifted the tent's curtain, allowing the two people to bend over and walk into the lit tent. Sarota then raised his cane, and Sauron immediately raised his hands and bent over to receive it. He gently placed it on the weapons rack at the side. Then, he took the cloak that Sarota had taken off and ran back and forth like a servant. After everything was done, he once again stood respectfully in front of Sarota.
At this time, Sarota was already sitting in front of the simple wooden table. He said in a low voice, "Sit down and talk."
The atmosphere in the tent became quiet.
"I think you're also clear about what happened in the past few days. Tell me your opinion, Sauron."
Sarota handed a piece of linen to Sauron. The latter took it with both hands and gently wiped the rain on his body and forehead. He pondered for a moment and then replied in a low voice, "Teacher, they are very powerful. I think … we seem to have underestimated them in the past."
"En, continue."
Sitting casually in the tent, Sarota's fingertips tapped on the originally dim oil lamp. Under the mysterious power, the brightness of the lamp instantly increased by more than two times. However, it could be seen that the witch doctor's expression at this time was … a little haggard compared to before.
"Chief Rohar thinks that those are the actions of the Bloodspear tribe. I thought so at first too. But since you let me personally investigate the scene, I know that these can't be the work of the Bloodspear tribe." Sauron's words were very organized. It was very different from the rough and hurried language habits of other Orcs. It could even be said to have a clear "human" style. "The enemy rode on warhorses, not wolves. Although the heavy rain covered most of the traces, there were a lot of horse hoof prints."
Sarota narrowed his eyes slightly and began to rub a new bone die between his fingers. "What else?"
"Also …" Sauron raised his eyes slightly. He wanted to say something but stopped on second thought. In the end, he still whispered, "They can do this, I'm afraid — I'm afraid that Xhosa and the others …"
"Failed."
Sarota nodded and then fell into silence.
From dispatching troops full of confidence to waiting for a large-scale attack and plunder full of expectation — this was by no means a reckless plan that was randomly thought of. Every step of it was carefully considered and weighed. But even so, the Orcs who should have brought good news never came back …
Such a difference was like a huge stone suddenly pressing on Sarota's heart, making the Orc known for his resourcefulness abnormally depressed.
How could there be a problem?!
He asked himself countless times, but he couldn't get the answer at all. It wasn't until the tribal villages suffered devastating blows one after another that he suddenly realized … that the humans who he thought had no resistance in his eyes actually had courage and boldness that was far more terrifying than the Orcs!
He originally thought that they were docile sheep, but now the other party suddenly grew sharp claws and fangs and pounced over without warning … After such a thing happened, it was completely like being hit in the head with a solid iron rod. It made Sarota dumbfounded for two days.
"… Let's not think about the reason for their failure now. Tell me what else you saw."
Sarota's fingertips continued to rub the die, and his eyes were still lowered.
"There is also … a fatal wound." Sauron took a breath and tried to recall the picture in his mind. He pointed to his neck. "An arrow wound. More than seven people in the Wolf Cavalry team that encountered them were killed with one arrow, and those arrows all belonged to the same person. Such a powerful archery skill has never been heard of in the entire kingdom because our Wolf Cavalry never knows mounted archery. "
"Obviously, the human that Xhosa mentioned back then … came."
In the past, when Xhosa said these things, Sauron and Sarota only treated the other party as a lucky human. They only thought that the other party relied on the night and sneak attacks to make Xhosa suffer heavy losses. But now … when that figure shrouded the tribe with a crushing attitude, the pressure really made Sauron and Sarota breathless.
Although Sarota was depressed, it wasn't difficult to get rid of such negative emotions. He heaved a sigh of relief and was very satisfied with Sauron's deduction. When he raised his head, he had already gotten rid of the shadow in his heart. He looked at Sauron with approval in his eyes and said, "The fact that you can say these things shows that you already understand how to think about the problem. But in terms of the details, I think you should go and see more things. "
"The number of the enemy is less than 30, and according to the report of our subordinates, a total of five villages of Blood Spear and ours have suffered destructive attacks in the past few days, but the number of these humans hasn't decreased at all … This fact shows two things."
"First, before they came, they made sufficient preparations that we can't imagine. Second, these soldiers are powerful, have high morale, and are not afraid of any battle."
"Morale?"
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