"The mercenaries, though they haven't shown up yet, are definitely following us, looking for an opportunity to strike, and we need to be especially careful at night. Barton, Shatterclaw, Beta, work hard for you in the first half of the night, keep watch around the camp! I, Nora, and Griman will be on duty in the second half of the night!"

After listening to Dayan's arrangement, the wolf cavalry rolled down from the wolf's back, took out the jerky they carried with them, did not even raise the bonfire, closed the cold water in the water bag, swallowed the jerky in a few mouthfuls, and slept on the ground without undressing their armor, resting their heads on the scabbard. For the orcs, this kind of hard life of eating and sleeping in the open is really normal, and there is nothing unaccustomed. But for Edric, the only human on the team, it was miserable.

The jerky eaten by the wolf cavalry was the standard military ration of the Beamon Empire. The method of making this jerky is very simple, it is to marinate the whole lump of meat with coarse salt and hang it directly in the shade to dry. This source of meat, which was used as a standard military ration for the Orcs, was a very common herbivore in the Beamon Empire. Due to their large numbers and size, they were the most eaten meat in the Bimon Empire. However, due to the astringent and hard nature of the flesh and the poor taste, this animal meat is only popular among low-class civilians who want to fill their stomachs and the army that has been fighting outside all year round. Because of the quality of the meat itself, coupled with the roughness of the production process, the final finished meat is particularly hard. Of course, it wasn't difficult for most orcs to tear and chew on this hard food with their sharp teeth, but for Edric, who was human, the jerky was hard enough for him to swallow.

Edric originally wanted to make a fire to roast the jerky until it was softened before eating, but as soon as he proposed the idea, Dayan refused. The reason for this is that the light of the fire at night is too conspicuous, which makes it easier to attract attackers who are following them.

Edric couldn't, and after sitting down cross-legged, he flipped his wrist and flashed a dagger with cold light. He was a thief by profession, skilled in stealth assassination, and this dagger was the weapon he used.

Edric used a dagger to cut the jerky meat of the beast in his hand into thin slices of meat, and then used the dagger to pick them into his mouth one by one and chew them, the astringent and hard meat was not suitable for his taste at all, but fortunately it was able to fill his stomach. After eating the jerky of the beast, Edric found a place in the fluffy grass and slept in his clothes, while the dagger was tightly clutched in his sleeve. Although it is not very comfortable to sleep like this, once there is a real enemy attack at night, you can get up and defend as soon as possible.

In the middle of summer nights, the grassland is quiet and serene. The evening breeze is cool, the moonlight is bright, and swarms of fireflies are shuttling and flying among the grass, flickering and dark, like stars in the sky, falling to the world.

"It's so beautiful!" Beta, who was hiding in the grass, couldn't help but whisper in admiration as she looked at the erratic stray fireflies around her.

The first half of the night was about to pass, but the mercenaries hadn't yet appeared, and Beta finally couldn't bear to ask his companion in a low voice, "Hey, Broken Claw, did you say those mercenaries would come tonight?"

The blade was holding a grass stalk in his mouth at the moment, chewing slowly, a habit he had developed since childhood. Whenever he was idle, he would do so.

"Since that dwarf dares to openly provoke us during the day, it is not a bluff, tomorrow we will enter the territory under the jurisdiction of Boulder Fort, where our rangers are frequented by the neighborhood, if those mercenaries don't do it tonight, it will be even more difficult to do it later. Blade didn't answer Beta directly, but his words made his opinion clear.

"It's not for sure. The veteran Bart on the side shook his head and analyzed: "We werewolves have natural night vision, those mercenaries choose to fight with us at night, that is not to use their own shortcomings, to attack their strengths? ”

"Hey, Bart, haven't you forgotten that one of those mercenaries is also a natural night vision race? The dwarf claims to be the one who will do it himself!" Blade said as he pulled out the knife from its scabbard and wiped it gently. In the darkness, the young face of the blade was full of fighting intent.

"You mean the black elf?" Barth's expression suddenly became fierce at the mention of someone. He gritted his teeth and said: "This bastard must have used some despicable means, otherwise how could the captain of the wing be defeated by him by leapfrogging!" Rosen's defeat made the entire Third Wing lose face, and also made the Third Wing come to the Northern Frontier Grassland, and the achievements made by the Third Wing were completely negated. The whole team took this incident as a great shame, and it became the long-cherished wish of every soldier of the third wing to kill Senna and wash away the shame of the wing.

The blade was about to say something more, but his heart jumped suddenly, and an extremely dangerous feeling hit him. Werewolves have always had a keen sense of perception, and Blade is extremely talented, and his ability in this area is far superior to that of ordinary werewolves. He yelled, "Be careful. The war knife in his hand quickly slashed out. In front of the grass side, three silent green rays were flying towards the chests of the three of them. Where the blade fell, it was facing one of the green rays.

'Dang', in the dark night, the sound of gold and iron suddenly sounded. The green light that struck was slashed to the ground by a sharp blade, revealing its true face. The green mangs are a magical feather arrow with an emerald green body.

Under the warning of the blade, Bart and Beta reacted extremely quickly, quickly rolling to the ground. In the darkness, a muffled snort came, but it was Bart's bad luck, although he avoided the fatal point, but he was still shot in the shoulder by a magic feather arrow. The magic arrow even pierced through Bart's iron armor and through his shoulder. Obviously, the magical effect of the arrow's blessing is 'armor piercing'. Beta, on the other hand, was lucky enough to dodge an arrow.

"Enemy attack!" Bart yelled, clutching his injured shoulder.

In a bush about five hundred paces away from the three of them, Senna held a longbow and was surprised to see that two of the three magic arrows he shot at once missed, and the other arrow was only slightly effective.

The elves, like the werewolves in the orcs, are both night vision races, and their original night vision abilities are not comparable. Senna, however, comes from the line of the Black Elves, known as the 'Children of the Night'. The elves of this vein are the darlings of the night, and their night vision ability far exceeds that of other elves, and naturally surpasses that of werewolves. Therefore, among the mercenaries who came to attack the werewolves this time, although he was the only one who had the advantage of fighting at night in the face of the werewolves, Senna decided to attack at night.

Because the opponent is just a small squad of werewolves, Senna is confident that he can control the whole situation with his own strength, supplemented by racial talent.

As Senna expected, when he approached the werewolf camp in the night, and found the werewolf outpost on the periphery from a certain distance, the werewolf outpost was completely unaware of his presence.

However, when he made the first move, ready to preemptively take out the werewolf outpost, he unexpectedly missed.

In the darkness, Senna glanced deeply at the sword-wielding werewolf in the distance. It was he who not only detected his sneak attack in advance, slashed off the arrows that were fired at him, but also warned the other two werewolves to escape. You must know that these three magic arrows, in addition to holding the 'armor-piercing' magic, in order to ensure the success of the sneak attack, Senna did not let the werewolves, who were born with sensitive hearing, listen to the wind and distinguish the sound, in advance

I found that there was also an additional 'silence' magic, so that the arrows did not make a single sound of breaking the air during high-speed flight.

"Kind of interesting!" Senna chuckled, reaching for the quiver behind him.

And at this moment, the sword-wielding werewolf in Senna's eyes suddenly burst out like a bolt of lightning, and rushed towards his location with a trajectory that was difficult to catch with the naked eye.

......

Barth's roar woke up all the wolf cavalry in the camp and Edric, who was being guarded by them.

"How dare these guys come!Warriors, kill all these damn bunnies and cut off their heads for the night pot!" Dayang, the leader of the werewolf squad, shouted with a hideous face when he woke up. At this time, Dayan was a little annoyed, although he also estimated the possibility of the mercenaries attacking at night, but out of confidence in his own night combat advantage, he still did not believe that the mercenaries dared to attack at night. However, the mercenaries eventually managed to do so in the dark of night when the werewolves were dominant, which challenged Dayan's pride as a werewolf warrior.

At the same time, the killing sound was everywhere around the werewolf camp, dozens of torches were lit almost simultaneously, and the mercenaries who were hiding in the distance screamed and drove their mounts, holding torches in one hand and brandishing weapons in the other, charging towards the camp.

The wolf cavalry rolled onto the wolf's back, drew their swords, and met the rushing mercenaries.

On the other side, Senna touched his hand to the feather of a magic feather arrow behind his back, and before he could pull it out of the quiver, the blade ran in front of him and slashed it down.

"What a quick move!" Senna was taken aback, not expecting the speed of the werewolf in front of him to be so fast.

It was too late to open his bow and shoot arrows again, Senna gritted his teeth, held the arrow Ling's right hand and stabbed forward as a hand-to-hand weapon.

With a bang, Senna and the blade made a move, and the two of them shook, and each took three steps back, no matter up or down.

Senna snorted softly, obviously the strength of his opponent was a little beyond his expectations. Especially when he saw that his opponent was very young, he was even more surprised.

"Who are you? With such strength at such a young age, I have never heard of you among the orcs of the Northern Frontier. Senna asked, slightly curious.

The blade smiled slightly, raised his sword flat, pointed the tip of the knife at Senna, and said, "You are the leader of the Daily Mercenary Regiment, Senna Yemo, right? It doesn't matter who I am." Besides, although I am still an unknown person in the northern grasslands, maybe after tonight, I may become famous?"

Senna raised her eyebrows and said slowly, "What do you mean?"

"It means: You are the stepping stone for my daimyo to spread throughout the grasslands of Northern Xinjiang!"