By the time Karantso and I returned to the underground caverns, the dwarven warrior Bernd had already returned to the warehouse with his team of orc warriors to repair. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Many of the orc warriors were slightly wounded, and many more were poisoned, but luckily there were plenty of antidotes. However, the young orc warriors were all excited, and there was no hint of the killing, and they talked more about how many goblins they had killed.

Bernd led them to slaughter one tribe after another, slaughtering four tribes one after another, and finally there was still time to clean up the battlefield. They then burned all the goblin corpses and the shacks before moving on to the next battlefield.

On the edge of the canal in the rest area of the underground warehouse, I saw this group of orc warriors with minor wounds, giggling and laughing, standing naked in a row, their strong and strong muscles glowing with bronze under the impact of the cold groundwater, and a faint blood washed the bluestone slab floor, merged into a pool, and flowed away from a ditch.

The pool is now soaked in the leather armor of the orc warriors, and a thick layer of plasma has condensed on the leather armor, several orc girls are squatting on the edge of the pool, while scrubbing the leather armor diligently, while secretly looking at these young warriors, in the orc tribe, the warriors who have returned triumphantly will be worshiped by other people in the tribe, and it is easier to capture the hearts of those orc girls.

Kalancuo and I walked over, and the young men standing under the waterfall looked a little reserved, and Karantso saw that many young orc warriors had knife wounds and arrow wounds on their bodies, frowned, and walked up and asked, "Aren't they all wearing hard leather armor?

Karantso had a very high prestige in the hearts of this group of young orc warriors, and no one dared to disobey Karantso's words, and when he saw her, he asked with a cold face.

The young orc warrior stood in front of him with both hands, and then smiled at Karantso with a somewhat reluctant expression before explaining, "Those armors have too much blood on them, and they are slimy on their bodies, so they take them off......"

"Smack!"

Slap in the face!

Shaking his hand and slapping the orc warrior in the face, Karantso grabbed the young orc warrior's ear with his hand, and said fiercely: "Next time, let me know that you boys are rushing to take off their armor on the battlefield, just wait to be whipped!"

The other orc warriors, standing under the waterfall next to the stone wall, were silent.

After a while, Karantso turned away with a grunt, and just said to me, "I'll go and call those people up, and we'll go after breakfast later!"

According to the imperial capital time of the Roland Continent, now is the time for breakfast.

I stood aside and didn't mean to leave.

Instead, I silently drew a magic pattern circle on my chest, and I didn't need 'time stasis' to cast spells quickly, and the 'hydrotherapy' consumed very little mana, and I had a strong magic recovery ability, even if I cast spells continuously, the mana in the center of the magic vortex could almost be maintained above the safety line.

Those brilliant water elemental magic radiances, accompanied by a crisp rustling sound, flashed through each orc's body, and then those wounds would heal at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if they had the talent of 'self-healing' bloodline.

For those orc warriors, the mage has a powerful mysterious power, so when I cast my magic on them, the orc warrior looked at me with gratitude and awe in his eyes, walked past them, patted them on the strong shoulders one by one, gave them a look of encouragement, and then said to these orc warriors: "You are all the best warriors of the orc tribe, and I don't want to see a single person lose in this simple act of sweeping away the goblins." ”

I said to these orc warriors: " Don't underestimate those goblins, when I was in El City, I once came here with my classmates from the School of Magic to explore, at that time there was a very powerful gang of goblin bandits, and there were a few rock goluns in their team, which was a living rock monster, with infinite power, and it caused us a lot of trouble, so I hope you can learn how to protect yourself in the next battle, of course, you have proven yourself brave enough, then, I hope you will learn some fighting skills and danger prediction！”

Then I left the waterfall and went to the dwarven warrior Bernd, sat down on an oak barrel beside him, and watched him change his previous decadent appearance, sure enough, he was born a dwarven warrior, and only war could make him regain his courage, and he seemed to be in good shape.

The dwarf Bernd had his leather armor also washed, and he sat bare-chested by a thick oak barrel, squinting and drinking golden cider, and his face turned a little red, and when he saw me approaching, he made a triumphant gesture to me, and then said to me a little drunkenly: "Wizard Giga, or I should call you Lord Giga, I really envy you for being able to own such a rich dimensional territory, and there are so many rich goblin neighbors!"

He pointed to me with his hand at the back of the barrel, and I saw that the dimly lit cave was piled with yellow, orange and orange brick walls, all of which were copper ingots of magic red copper, neatly stacked, and three other metal chests filled with all kinds of magic gems, and behind them were ordinary copper blocks piled up like a hill, and some broken copper and iron blades, piled up into a hill.

I looked at the supplies with my mouth open and some surprise, and asked Bernd, "Is there anything else you didn't bring back?" If the goblins lived in beautiful cabins, would you break them down into planks and bring them back to me?"

"Of course!" Bernd admitted unabashedly, and then said, "I will bring back everything I think is valuable, and I must be worthy of the salary you have given me, if it weren't for you, I might have worked as a backpack coolie at the Imperial Capital Airport, or starved to death on the streets, or went to the slave market, and in short, I would never lie on a barrel and drink the best golden cider." ”

Bernd opened his drunken eyes and smiled at me, his face was full of wrinkles of age, although he was not yet forty years old, but he looked like a dwarf old man, and he said to me, "I must make your effort worthwhile!"

"How did you get them back?" I stared blankly at the copper ingots, which would definitely not be something that twenty orc warriors could move back, and I humbly asked, "All of your teams combined, are only twenty-six orc warriors." ”

Boynd the dwarf waved his hand at me, he was obviously a little drunk, but he was still conscious when he spoke, and he said to me: " No, no, no, how can I let my warriors carry those heavy loads, their physical strength is incomparably precious, the real coolies are there, they are the strongest goblins in the goblin tribe, in the next few days, they will have the honor of being my slaves, those supplies are all carried back by them, and they are very easy to feed, and they don't need to waste any food, just give them some water, they will go to the crevices of the rocks to dig moss and eat!"

The aqueduct in the cave extended underground, forming an underground river, where the orc warriors bathed was the source of the underground river, and the water was bubbling out of the cracks in the rock wall, and even formed a small waterfall, forming a small pool in the underground cavern, which continued to flow briskly down the terrain.

Just further downstream, I saw a group of goblins, actually gnawing on the moss on the pebbles on the edge of the water, they were hiding in the dark, and for a moment I couldn't see how many there were, but listening to the subtle sound of the sinister soc, it must be a large group.

My eyesight was not bad, and I could see the blurred shadows of the goblins through the darkness, and I was surprised and asked, "No one is looking at them?"

Bernd explained, "Of course not! There's one of the youngest orc warriors in charge of herding. ”

A terrible thought came to my mind, an orc warrior guarding hundreds of goblins, and then was killed by the goblins in the riot, and more than half of the goblins fled in the chaos, and asked Bernd, "Aren't you afraid that they will escape?"

He said confidently, "They can't escape." ”

Bernd sat up from the ground, a large wooden cup in his hand, and walked with me down the canal into the depths of the cavern.

Bernd casually pulled out the torch stuck in the rock wall and held it in his hand.

The torches reflected the green moss on the wet stone wall, and Bernd's face turned dark green, and he stepped on the stones with his feet steadily, and said to me as he went, "I tied them together in groups of ten with hemp rope, and as long as one goblin escaped, all the other nine goblins were killed, and along the way I cut down more than ten groups of goblins one after another, and now they are very honest." ”

Sure enough, when I got closer, I found that the goblins had an iron ring around their necks, and a thumb-thick hemp rope strung ten goblins together, and the goblins carefully pouted their butts, squatted next to the rock wall, digging a thin layer of green moss on it, and kept stuffing it into their mouths.

Because the green moss is only a thin layer attached to the rock surface, they don't stay in the same place for too long, and they always change feeding spots frequently, and if one goblin moves slowly, it will be beaten by the other goblins, and any goblin that does not move with everyone else will be beaten by the other nine goblins.

Perhaps it was Bernd's vicious side that was deeply implanted in the hearts of every goblin, so when Bernd came over, the goblins became infinitely frightened, and stood trembling by the rock, not even daring to eat the moss on the stone wall.

Bernd said to me, "Every goblin has a servile nature that goes deep into the marrow, and they are greedy, cunning, and selfish, so we just need to tie them together with ropes, and they will blame the other goblins for being in this difficult situation, so they can't escape at all because of these inferior natures, and the other nine goblin companions are more nervous than anyone else, and will never let any goblin escape alone." ”

He continued: "It is the mistrust and suspicion between them that keeps them from escaping, even if any goblins can break free from the shackles of the ropes, but they cannot escape the eyes of their companions. ”

While Bernd and I were talking, we saw a group of goblins not far away, and suddenly there was a riot, and the other goblins who were lying on the edge of the rocks eating moss just stood by and watched numbly, and had no intention of joining, and the young orc warrior not far away was holding a spear and galloping over.

Bernd and I happened to be here, so naturally we had to come over and have a look.

As they approached, the group of goblins had been stopped by the young orc warriors with their spears, and the goblins were not trying to escape, but were trying their best to beat a lewd goblin, whose body and face were bruised and swollen, and even some clear tooth marks in some places, and the iron ring around his neck was still there, but the hemp rope had been detached from the iron ring.

Judging from the scene, it seems that this goblin tried to escape, but was stopped by the rest of the goblins and beat him up.

But the crippled goblin struggled to defend himself by saying that the rope around his neck had only come loose naturally, and that he had no intention of escaping, and that he was trying to tie the rope back to the hoop!

The young orc warrior didn't have the patience to listen to the goblin's story, he just saw the fight and listened to it, and seeing that Bernd and I didn't say anything, he puffed up his chest and said fiercely: "Be honest with Lao Tzu, if you make any more trouble, I will stab you all to death, and the corpses will be hung on bamboo poles and hung on the cave wall to dry, so that your souls will be imprisoned in the dried corpses forever!"

Then, with his spear in his hand, he struck five times on the goblin's fart, and the goblin screamed so hard that the orc warrior threw one end of the rope on the goblin's body, so that it was stronger and did not open it again, and then walked back to his post.

I didn't expect that the goblin who had been beaten really honestly tied the hemp rope to the iron ring under his neck, and also tied a dead knot firmly, which made me feel a little incredible, Bernd really knew enough about these goblins.

On the way back, I asked Bernd for advice: "Bernd, how did you get those young warriors to overcome the negativity of killing? Oh, I mean these orcs have experienced too few battles before, and the soldiers of our squad have only slaughtered a goblin village, and many of them can't bear the irritability and clarity brought by killing, and if they don't return to the warehouse in time to repair, many of them are about to have a nervous breakdown!"

Bernd laughed and said, "They are the bravest orc warriors, and they will consider it an honor to die in battle, and it seems that you still don't know their hearts." ”

"I've got a trick up my sleeve here! ”

"The first point is not to think of goblins as people, they are a bunch of brainless and dirty beasts, like a group of wild boars outside the farm, always trying to sneak into the melon field and steal our vegetables, we not only want to drive them away, but also hunt them and treat them as a good meal on the table. ”

A thought suddenly arose in my heart, that is, the table was full of dishes made from goblins, barbecue goblins, goblin soup, goblin stewed potatoes, etc., thinking about it, I couldn't help but have a strong feeling of nausea, and the acid in my stomach was surging, which was very uncomfortable.

Seeing that my face was very bad, Bernd smiled, and then said to me: "And then there is a more important point is to take the lead and show the killing intent in your heart to those young warriors, as the leader of a team, first of all, you must not have the slightest hesitation, and you must create this atmosphere." What should that word say......"

He seemed to be stuck in a certain word, and his face was flushed.

"Morale?" I prompted him.

Bernd's breathing became much easier, and then he continued with my words: " Yes, it's morale, my approach is very simple, is to catch a goblin first, and then cut them all down with an axe, and then catch a batch back, let those warriors cut off the heads of a goblin one by one, and take them to a killing competition, so that their blood is boiling, they are the best warriors themselves, they already have that fearless spirit in their bones, we just need to completely stimulate their will to fight!"

I was lost in thought.

......

Later, he talked to Bernd about cleaning up the goblins.

The dwarf Bernd was even more rude, because the orcs he led were all young warriors, and in the end Bernd succeeded in convincing them to carry a musket each, so the orc warriors were each armed with a crossbow and a musket.

Although the young orc warriors were also very resistant to muskets at the beginning, when they were holding crossbows to hunt the goblins, although these delicate crossbow arrows had been installed with labor-saving levers, the many times still made the arms of the orc warriors sore, and the benefits of the muskets were fully reflected.

The young orc warriors, blocked at the exit of the cave, take turns firing in groups of eight, and the muskets made by these dwarven craftsmen will not consume a little of the orc warriors' physical strength, but will allow them to recover their physical strength properly.

Bernd's style of combat is to alternate between a crossbow and a musket.

Speaking of which, those muskets still can't completely suppress the charge of the goblin warriors, these delicate crossbows have good penetrating ability, if it is a goblin in the close, it will often pierce the bodies of four or five goblins, and the eight orc warriors scatter with their crossbows, and often fall a large piece.

I thought: with the tactical precedent of the success of the young orc warriors, perhaps there will be some change in the thinking of the adult orc warriors.

Finally Bernd said to me, "I hope you can provide me with more corpse fire oil and fire phosphorus bombs, and preferably some poisonous wolf flowers, mandala flowers, and nightmare vines, I think maybe poisonous smoke is more effective than fire attack!"

It seems that Bernd also thought of using the confinement of the cave to deal with the goblins with suffocation and poisonous smoke, which would reduce casualties.

In response to Bernd's proposal, I nodded and said: "There is a batch of nightmare vines in the underground warehouse, you can withdraw them at will, one herb is a little less effective, but you can try it first, and I will find a way to get the remaining two herbs back, but it will take some time!"

When I returned to the warehouse, it was time to eat!

The orc warriors were drinking the broth and nibbling on the wheat cakes, their leather armor fully dressed and ready to go.

To my surprise, our group of orc warriors all had muskets on their backs, and each warrior had two leather lead pills tied around their waists, and all of them were full of murderous spirits, and it seems that Bernd was right, orcs are born to be powerful warriors.