After a day's rest, when the fog began to dissipate the next day, Carlos and his party began to hurry.

Walking along the avenue, wild animals don't dare to trouble the big team. Slaughtered two salted crocodiles that didn't open their eyes, anused three teams of stud jackals, shot a few lone orcs, and the sun set. Carlos felt like he had a fulfilling day, but he didn't seem to have done anything.

Grilled crocodile meat is a good delicacy, cut into thin slices, evenly spread with fine salt and black pepper, and grilled on a hot stone slab, which is delicious.

And the other GIs are very happy to have meat to eat, any meat texture can be put aside, salt is good meat, no salt is eaten, two crocodiles of more than 500 catties are divided, and one person has three mouthfuls.

As Carlos's guard, in addition to being demanding and high-standard, he naturally has some privileges.

It is a felony to let the other wings go out without permission during the march, and the Guards Regiment, a group of proud soldiers, said hello to the commander, and the three of them carried forks and ropes and went out to forage for food.

Anyway, just come back before you pull it out.

Someone started up, and others didn't feel comfortable.

There was no way, the captain of the guard came running to ask Carlos for instructions.

Carlos looked at the surrounding environment, it was not a suitable terrain for ambushes, and simply gave twenty places for the three-person squad, if you want to eat meat, find it yourself, there is still more than an hour before the sky completely darkens, and there is no way back to deal with the military law.

In a cheer, the devil came out of the turret.

The difference between elite and ordinary GIs is in execution.

It was completely dark, and the hunters more or less caught wild food.

Water birds, water snakes, and freshwater fish are the most numerous, as are rabbits, squirrels, and beavers. But when he found that two groups of people actually worked together to get a brown bear back, Carlos was a little uneasy. And the most excessive thing is that three guys actually carried a fish-man back.

"Your Majesty, it's tender and refreshing. It tastes similar to a bullfrog, do you taste it? ”

Seeing that Carlos accepted the bear's paw from the soldier's tribute, the fish-man group also cut a thigh to flatter.

"What do you think is the definition of a humanoid?"

Carlos twitched the corners of his eyes and asked in as gentle a voice as he could.

"Humans, elves, dwarves, gnomes."

The soldier patted his chest and said with a red face.

"Blonde and blue-eyed big wave girl!"

Soldier 2 said excitedly.

"Long live Alterac!"

The soldier stood on his feet and held the thighs of the thighs of the fishman who would twitch in his hands.

Is it because you don't understand people or do I speak Martian......

Carlos gave up the euphemism. It was decided to use roundabout tactics to appease the enthusiasm of the soldiers.

"As the Emperor's Shield, you have to eat enough to have the strength to protect me, and if you have good intentions, I don't want anything. Wasting is a great sin, so you have to eat it all. ”

"Yes! Your Majesty! ”

"Guaranteed to complete the mission!"

"Long live Alterac!"

It's the boss's fault that his subordinates don't have the right three views, and it's the boss's pot if they can't understand people's words, they can't see their eyes, and whatever they think.

Forget it, I'll bear with it.

After a little farce, the chief of the guard whispered in Carlos' ear: "Your Majesty, there is still a group of people who have not returned. ”

"Go and ask about the situation. Determine that you are disoriented, and after half an hour you are ready to move before you see anyone. ”

"Yes."

About twenty minutes later, a lone soldier returned to the camp covered in mud.

"Your Majesty, we found the remains of several dwarves during the hunt, which were still fresh, so we followed the traces and found a group of dwarves and several orcs trapped in a cave by a group of gnolls, and the other two were watching the wind. I'll come back to report on the situation. ”

Although he looked embarrassed, the soldier spoke clearly. The spirit is excited, and the words are full of murderous intent.

According to his reaction, the number of gnolls was between sixty and eighty, and it seemed that there were still spellcasters.

But who are Carlos around?

I've had a relationship with an orc, and I've wrestled with an ogre. The iron-blooded veteran of the fish-eating man who does not change his face!

To paraphrase a vulgar saying, they don't ask how many enemies there are, only where they are!

For the dwarven and orc patrols, the gnolls were a formidable foe, as neither side had the energy and strength to bother with the gnolls that came out of nowhere in the fierce battle between the Alliance and the Horde.

But Carlos, who ran into a strong passer-by. It's also this gang of gnolls who are unlucky.

"Black Short or Yellow Shorty?"

Carlos asked.

"It's too dark to see, but it should be yellow."

The soldier recalled, not sure.

"Dwarves are our allies, and it's not good to meet them. Chief of the guard, take a wing to deal with it, just save the people, don't care about the loot, the jackal's spellcaster or something random arrow to kill, don't live the mouth. ”

"Yes!"

As soon as they heard that there was a battle, the soldiers who had originally wrapped blankets in twos and threes to bake the fire became excited, and encouraged their captains to sign up with their eyes. However, the chief of the guard knew too much about the careful thinking of his men to ignore the restless hearts of the soldiers, and took away the people who had kept vigil last night, leaving the soldiers with better physical reserves to guard Carlos.

It was too far away to hear the shouts of killing, the wind was good, and there was no smell of blood, and after waiting patiently, before the moon was zenith, the soldiers returned.

"Praise the great one, Your Majesty Carlos, it's exciting to see you, thank you for your selfless assistance, I thought I was going to die in the mud of the wetlands, hahahahaha."

The dirt-covered dwarf tried to hug Carlos, but Carlos reached out to stop him.

"Dude, I think a few buckets of hot water will make you feel better, and then you can eat something."

Carlos politely rejected the dwarf's enthusiasm.

"That's right, these damn monsters, where did they come from. Your Highness Carlos, please allow Brian to leave for a moment. ”

After the dwarf finished speaking, he took the towel from the soldiers' hands and put it on his shoulder, and then took the two hot waters, and went around to the back of the tent to rinse it.

Taking advantage of this interval, Carlos listened to the report of his subordinates.

When the human soldiers felt it, the wizards of the gnolls were casting spells, and a large number of swamp creatures were controlled and their minds flocked to the caves, and the dwarves and orcs temporarily cooperated under the threat of the gnolls to resist the attack of the gnolls.

It can be judged that one of the orcs is a Juggernaut, but the blood-soaked bandages on his body indicate that he has injuries on his body.

Carlos's soldiers did not blindly restless, approached slowly, lurked carefully, and waited until they were in place before opening the way with fire oil, bursting arrows paving the way, and directly anal the gang of gnolls in the chaos.

Then rescued five dwarves of the Copperbeard Clan from the burrow.

Carlos nodded with satisfaction, if his Guards Legion didn't even have the strength to crush the gnolls one-on-one, what was the use of raising this group of waste by himself. Less than 700 people were selected from the 100,000 young men of Alterac, half of whom were filled into the National Knights of the Royal Sect, and half of them were filled into the Guards Legion.

"Aren't there a few more orcs?"

Carlos asked curiously.

"Dead."

"Dead?"

"Yes, His Highness Brian is the younger brother of His Majesty King Magni, there is no need to lie to us, he said that the orcs shouted excitedly twice while we launched the fire attack, and then they died, it was not their hands."

The chief of the guard was also a little puzzled by this, but he still handed over the orc's relics to Carlos.

Brian? Brian! Oh, Brian. Carlos didn't put the name Brian with the black outfit at first, and blamed Brian in the two. Copperbeard hung the hook, still wondering about the bizarre death of the orc swordmaster, but after understanding that this Brian was that Brian, it suddenly became clear.

"Prepare some hot food for our dwarven friends."

After the captain of the guard was ordered to leave, Carlos opened the package that the orcs had protected with their lives in the orange light of the campfire.

There are three documents inside.

After reading them one by one, they are all very time-sensitive command documents, which will not be of much help to the future alliance offensive. After looking at it again and again, Carlos suddenly discovered a strange term————Blacktooth Clan?!"

History has changed, and Red. The Black Hand stole the chieftain of the Black Hand Clan in advance, why is there still the title of the Black Fang Clan, his younger brother Maim. Is there something wrong with the black hand?

Sure enough, water can carry boats, and boats can also be raced.

Carlos smiled with a puzzled smile, learning a foreign language is always useful. (To be continued.) )

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