A heavily guarded cottage.

At the top sat Bello Boban, the leader of the bandits "Black Falcon", tall and fat, with extremely strong arms.

He shook his glass as he looked at the guy with a silver mask sitting in front of him.

"It's a deposit of ten thousand gold coins, and I hope you can have some fun with that Greystone Lord. ”

"If you can take the head of that demon, that number will be multiplied tenfold. ”

The masked man whispered, pushing a golden ticket of great denomination in front of Bellow.

Bello drank the wine from his glass.

patted his belly, and the fat trembled.

There seems to be no reason to refuse.

......

Barren land, above a wilderness.

A group of orcs and Sanyue people are cleaning up the battlefield as they drive their wagons back to the Greystone Valley.

Of the six hundred orcs, less than two hundred remained.

As the last straw that crushed the enemy, the Shanyue people killed and wounded more than 100 people.

The group returned victoriously with captured horses and booty.

The wagon also contained 641 corpses.

Outside the Greystone Valley.

An open field with a wide view.

Six hundred and forty-one humble tombstones stand.

Rhodes stood at the forefront.

Behind him stood a group of orcs and Shanyue people who had just experienced a bloody battle.

The casualties were far greater than Rhodes had imagined.

There are now less than a thousand Shanyue people left, and only two hundred orcs left.

"They died for me. ”

"I swear in the name of Rhodes that I will pay the debt with blood!"

"Blood debt and blood payment!"

"Blood debt and blood payment!"

The orcs and the Shanyue roared in rage, and Rhodes spilled the wine in his hand into the land.

The next day, a long convoy drove out of the Greystone Valley towards the city of Bergas.

In a mountainous area outside the Greystone Valley.

A group of bandits, numbering nearly eight hundred, gathered together and watched the slowly moving convoy in sight.

The bandit Black Falcon, along with the "Jackal", is one of the three largest bandits in the Barrenlands.

They are outnumbered by Jackals, but are known for their cunning and calmness, making them extremely difficult to deal with.

"Boss, what do you say?"

One of his men who had gone to scout trotted over to Bellow's side and asked in a low voice.

Bello Boban, thirty-two years old, is in the prime of life.

A simple face that looks harmless to humans and animals, with a beard, and a strong body like a hill.

It is said that he was born as a regular soldier and went into exile in a barren land three years ago.

In a very short period of time, a wave of bandits rose rapidly, and their fierce reputation spread far and wide.

"Don't be impulsive, we're here to make money, not to die. ”

Bellow whispered.

The Evil Jackal and his 500 elite light cavalry were defeated by a mere 600 orcs, and he was not confident that he could win the battle.

After the conflict broke out in the wilderness, several reports of the battle were sent back to the city of Bergas, causing numerous storms.

Every nobleman began to re-examine the power that the demon descendant possessed.

The combat power of these orcs is amazing, and according to the information gathered by the spies, a team of orcs entered the Graystone Valley every day some time ago.

A little calculation shows that this demon has no less than three thousand orcs under his hands.

If everybody could fight like an orc in the wilderness, it would be terrifying.

Bello narrowed his eyes as he looked at the Shanyue and orcs escorting the convoy away.

He felt something was wrong.

Standing on the hillside, Bellow pondered that there must be something he had overlooked.

"Don't think about it, boss, let's eat first!

Cook?

Berlow's eyes widened sharply, and he ran all the way up the hill.

Panting, Bellow looked out over the Greystone Valley.

Smoke curled up.

"One, two......"

Bellow whispered, then burst out laughing.

"This Lord Rhodes is really a good trick, a suspicious trick to play that noble lord in the palm of his hand. ”

Bellow recalls a month's worth of war reports.

If this lord really had 3,000 elite orcs, there was no need to let those Shanyue people go to death in the early stage.

In yesterday's battle, a full 400 elite orcs died.

That's an elite of ten, and no lord would squander it like this.

Judging by the amount of cooking smoke, there were up to 2,000 people in the valley.

Removing the goblin slaves, that means that this lord doesn't have that many troops at all.

A paper tiger.

Where did the orcs who entered the Greystone Valley every day come from?

"Whole army!

There must have been a hidden passage that allowed the lord to send the orcs out of the valley at night and into the valley during the day in plain sight.

In order to escort this huge amount of ore into the city, more than half of the army was exhausted.

The Greystone Valley garrison is empty.

If you find this way, raid it at night.

Bellow licked his lips and laughed out loud.

......

After drinking a bowl of gruel, Rod closed his eyes and pondered.

In order to prevent the Golden Kite Chamber of Commerce from jumping off the wall in a hurry, Rhodes almost poured out of the nest.

Now there are only two hundred Shanyue people left in the valley guarding the goblin slaves.

"Lord Rhodes, the water is coming. ”

A girl walked into the tent with her head bowed and cautiously carrying a hot water.

The body is thin and weak, as if it will fall down as soon as it blows.

One of the three women rescued from the Goblin Dungeon.

"Put it down. ”

Rod nodded and commanded.

Akron followed the convoy to the city of Bergas to hand over the Golden Kite Chamber of Commerce.

The three of them were in charge of his daily life.

The three of them were of the same age, and when they were locked up in the dungeon, they relied on each other and became each other's spiritual support, so that they survived those dark days.

The older one is called Nora, the youngest one is called Beth, and the girl who just got out of the water is called Yelena.

All three were born into poor families and were taken captive by goblins as they followed the caravan through the barren lands.

In the eyes of their families, they are equivalent to death, and they do not want to go back because of those unsightly encounters.

In this Greystone Valley, they should be a more popular presence than Rhodes.

Of course, for the goblins who mine in the caves, they are nightmares.

The trio's hatred for goblins is unforgettable.

Waving off the three of them, Rhodes lay on the hard wooden bed, inexplicably a little flustered.

Fall asleep hazy.

"Kill!"

"Burn it all for me!"

"Find that demon descendant and kill him!"

A shout of killing jolted Rhodes from his dream.

Outside the tent, countless fires lit up.

Rhodes quickly got up and ran out of the tent wearing a single coat.

The dirt on the ground covered his face and hair, and as far as the eye could see, there was firelight.

The shouting and shouting of the Shanyue people killed.

The wail of the goblins.

The laughter and shouts of the enemy are killing.

Cold sweat soaked the hem of Rod's clothes, and he suddenly came back to his senses and fled like a lost dog.

Stumbling all the way, Rod stumbled and fell to the ground.

Behind him there was a heavy sound of horses' hooves.

Rhodes turned his head, and a fat man on a tall horse, with a body as big as a hill, looked down at him condescendingly.

"Slaves, where do your lords live?"

"Yes, over there!"

Rhodes looked panicked, kneeling on the ground, his body curled up in a ball, his voice trembling, and his expression extremely frightened.

He glanced at Rhodes with disdain and spat on the ground.

Bellot is gone.

Wiping a handful of dust from his face, Rhodes quickly got up and fled.

"Lord Rhodes, here, here!"

An anxious whisper came, and Elena waved to Rod with a panicked face.

Nora and Beth stood beside her with anxious expressions.

Rendezvous with the three of them, Elena took Rhodes by the hand and ran into a mine not far away.

After walking through a winding alleyway, I finally arrived at a safe place.

Rod gasped and looked at the three equally embarrassed women in front of him.

"Thank you. ”

The three of them waved their hands in a panic.

Rod leaned against the stone wall and laughed to himself.

Unexpectedly, in the end, it was the little person he never cared about who saved himself.

......

"Damn! Damn!"

Bellow roared angrily, and after leaving the slave-looking boy, he quickly reacted and turned his horse back.

I didn't expect it to be a step slower.

The meat in the mouth is gone.

A plainly dressed demon descendant who did not hesitate to kneel down and beg for mercy.

After a burst of angry scolding.

Bello felt an inexplicable chill in his heart.

"Gather the Black Falcon and escape the barrens. ”

Bellow commanded in a firm tone.

Neither Rhodes nor Bellow could have imagined that this was the first time that the two legendary military commanders had met each other.

And this Ashen Valley raid was called a war that "affected the course of the world" by later historians.