The caravan left, leaving only traces of the camp and a few carriages without horses. There were also some boxes on them. The orcs happily opened the boxes, and inside were golden wheat and frozen meat.
Shu Rui held a roasted horse leg in his hand and looked at the caravan in the distance. Zeba had actually let him and his men go and left the food behind. He suddenly opened his mouth and tore off a piece of meat.
"What is this! Charity! Bah! I don't want your charity! "
Suddenly, he was furious. He threw away the roasted meat in his hand and wiped his mouth. He turned around, and his excited men immediately stopped and looked at him, not knowing what to do.
"Let's go! Let's return the things to them and take them back from them. "
… …
After the big storm, the snow became thicker, and the road ahead became more difficult to travel. Fortunately, Reina was able to use her magical trident to clear the snow in front of them, and the caravan was able to continue moving forward.
They passed by two cities, but they were also in ruins like Yellow Sand City. They were also attacked by evil spirits several times. One of the attacks in the middle of the night caused the caravan to lose twenty carriages. More and more people were injured, and what was worse was that the evil spirits also brought typhoid disease.
The sick people were all those who were injured by the evil spirits. Their faces were pale, and no matter how many clothes they wore or how many blankets they covered, even if they were close to the fire, they would claim that they were cold to death. Some people even put their hands into the fire and were burned alive. The doctors in the caravan were helpless. All the healing spells and medicines were ineffective, and the patients died one after another.
But what killed them was not the typhoid disease, but the heat from excessive warmth. Their bodies did not sweat, and they only felt the bone-deep cold. Some people even jumped into the fire and burned themselves to death.
The more casualties there were, the more carriages were left behind. Soon, a section of the original tail was broken off. And this seriously slowed down their speed. Every time someone died, the caravan had to stop and cremate them, or they would become the next enemy.
The cold wind continued to blow, and the wind also turned into ice. The surface of the carriages were covered with icicles that extended backward. A carriage suddenly changed direction and then sank into the snow. Baron, the chief of the north, walked up aggressively, only to find that the coachman on the carriage was frozen stiff. His hands were still holding the reins tightly. This was a human. Although Baron looked down on humans, the coachman in front of him made him feel reverence.
"Burn him! Find someone to replace him. "
"Sir, we don't have any extra people to drive the carriages. Originally, there were two people in each carriage, but now there's only one person …"
Zeba's underling said. Baron furrowed his brows and waved his hand, saying, "Move the valuables to the other cars and get the people out of here as soon as possible."
"Yes!"
With that, he sighed and walked straight to the front of the convoy.
Lena, who was sitting in the first carriage, was holding a glowing trident. She looked a little drowsy, but unlike everyone else, she didn't have a single speck of snow on her body. The cold couldn't harm her. Furthermore, she discovered that any simple task would become very tiring if one continued to do it.
Magic did not consume much magic, but using it for a long time consumed a lot of her spirit. These few days of travel made her feel very tired.
"There's a disconnect in the rear. We need to stop. Reina, you rest well."
Zeba suddenly rode his wolf in front of her. He pulled the reins of the carriage and stopped it.
Reina nodded, then yawned and fell into a deep sleep at the back of the carriage.
Baron, who was at the back of the convoy, quickly found him.
"We can't go on like this! We're getting fewer and fewer people. Before the enemy can defeat us, we'll be exhausted in this cold wind. "
He crossed his arms and said with a frown.
Manpower, manpower, manpower. Zeba knew how badly they needed manpower. It was already a miracle that they were able to form a convoy. Of course, he wanted more people.
"But we can't stop. There's no way out for us."
"We can let some people stop. There's a stone city nearby. Before the war, all the people there were evacuated. The enemy should not destroy it. Let them stay there. It can withstand the cold winter. We'll take the most elite soldiers, the most useful weapons, and enough food. Then we'll go west and pass through the mountains. Finally, we'll bring the army back. "
Baron said.
Hearing this, Zeba raised his head and looked at him.
"You want to pass through the mountains? There's no way to bring the carriages. It's very dangerous. No army will pass through there. "
"That's where we came from."
Baron's words made Zeba speechless. No wonder the people from the North came here.
"Even if we pass through, what can we do? The supplies are still here. Our goal is to send the supplies to Bru. "
"You're wrong. The most important thing is these weapons that can be used to kill the dead. If we have a hundred bottles of this medicine, we can kill a thousand enemies with a team of a hundred people. If we have ten thousand bottles, then no matter how many enemies there are, they won't be able to do anything. Not only that, there are other weapons, right? "
Indeed …
The bows and arrows of the Elves were effective against these evil spirits. The magic potions were also effective. There was also sword oil that could make them burn. These could greatly increase the combat power of the soldiers.
"But we can't abandon those people. This is a gamble. We can't win."
Zeba shook his head. Baron suddenly grabbed his shoulder and said with a frown, "You shouldn't be so hesitant. You'll kill all of us. Tell me, you have another way."
There was no other way.
I'm not a genius. I'm just lucky.
He was silent. At this moment, a voice came from behind him.
"I have a better idea."
When he turned around, he realized that it was actually Linnai. Could it be that she had overheard their conversation?
"What's your idea? Human. "
Baron kept calling her a human, but Reina did not mind.
"We'll pass through the so-called mountains. Then I'll teleport you over. But this is very risky. I don't know if it'll succeed."
Teleportation magic?
"What's the success rate?"
Reina frowned and said, "I've only tried it once. But that was with another person. In theory, my magic power is enough to cast this ultra-long distance teleportation magic, but I can't guarantee success. The success rate is only about fifty percent."
Fifty percent.
Zeba was silent again.
"From my deduction, the enemy will only rely on numbers. Then their army will be concentrated in the central region. I confess, I don't know how to break through the enemy's encirclement. Perhaps passing through the mountains is the only way. "
He looked up at Reina and said, "I believe in your ability. Let's do it."
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