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This suicidal warrior seemed to be a signal, many people saw such a vivid demonstration, and followed suit, and after a while, a river of blood appeared in this head-hunting battalion, and those suicidal warriors were like hairless two-legged beasts with their heads buried in water.

The raging granary fire directly ignited the tents huddled together, and puffs of black smoke rose immediately, and the indigenous warriors who were hiding in the tents to rest were ignited by the falling tent flames, and instinctively escaped from the tents, only to find that they were surrounded by flames all around, and could only wait desperately for the fire to engulf themselves.

On one side is the screaming and twisting of the human-shaped torch in the fire, and on the other side is the quiet suicide, this noise decorates the entire camp extremely strangely, like a bloody scene where the sacrifice of evil gods is being held.

"Give me a little soberness, it's a foreigner's explosives, not a god's punishment of heavenly fire!"

A roar like a dragon exploded in everyone's ears.

Before their dull minds could comprehend the meaning of the words, a twisted bone staff was thrown directly into the middle of the fire, and a vortex of flames formed, absorbing all the flames into the two horned skulls at the top of the bone staff.

A fire that was about to permeate the entire camp ended in this way.

If it weren't for the twisted charred corpses and overburned ruins of that place, everyone would have thought they were just dreaming.

Boom!

A muffled sound brought back the senses of those who had committed suicide, and they saw a large man with a ten-foot figure, carrying an ironwood war hammer that he had picked up casually, looking at everyone coldly.

Behind him, a headless corpse with a dagger in his right hand was lying on the ground, blood gushing down his neck.

"Who else is going to kill themselves now!"

The words with a biting chill under the deep pool reminded these people of the horror of being dominated by the most powerful warrior of the head hunter, "Skull Crusher" Paraka.

"Not divine punishment? Is it explosives? ”

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"It seems that your plan has failed, that big guy has a lot of knowledge!"

Andrei looked at the head hunter camp that was slowly regaining its calm with some pity, and said with some pity.

As the main planner of the "Heavenly Punishment Plan", Morey is very open-minded.

"It was originally a temporary plan, it can be the best, if it can't, we can lead the other party to the valley to fight against each other."

"Besides, we're not all for nothing!"

Previously, Morey had considered how to maximize his own interests if Plan A, which directly carried out the beheading, was blocked or dismantled, so he formulated Plan B to detonate the convoy full of explosives near the grain and grass.

Now it seems that his plan is very successful, although the bone staff that devours the flames will swallow all the flames at once, but Morey estimates that at least half of the food is inedible, counting those indigenous warriors who were burned to death by the fire, his own explosion can definitely make the opponent's continuous combat ability plummet.

Although the opponent can still release a large number of rangers to hunt, the meat here cannot supply such a large army.

Trying to support their march on the meat they hunted was nothing more than a dream.

Therefore, if they do not change their expedition plans and return to the center, then they will have to step up their efforts to loot the rations of nearby tribes.

In this way, it is equivalent to helping Morey and wipe out the threatening indigenous tribes, and more importantly, they don't have to pay these selfless mercenaries.

"Keep an eye on them, as long as the other party divides the troops and sends a team to raise food nearby, you will reveal your whereabouts and let the other party catch up with us!"

After saying that, Morey handed a monocular to the captain of the Scout Ranger, who was extremely good at escaping, this kind of thing in the New World was more practical than the lens of the enchanted [Eagle Eye].

"Now Ang, let's go set up the stage!"

Then Morey turned around and said this to Andrei with a smile.

Andrea Valley.

Morey didn't show much emotion about Andre naming the nameless valley after him.

After all, this is just a small valley covering no more than 200 acres, and it is only a small knightly domain in the Far East, and it is not a big deal.

Now he should have put more thought into how to deal with the coming natives.

Although it took a lot of time for the head hunters to clean up the mess, it was still easy to find their traces, not to mention that they still left obvious traces of march, and it was difficult to find them.

Had it not even been for the pacification of the armies, the treatment of the seriously wounded, and the handling of the beasts attracted by the bloody gas, the expeditionary forces that had marched to the valley would have been overtaken by these horde armies who were adept at jungle pursuit.

If he was in the Far East, he would have commanded the mages of the mage regiment to use spells like [Turn Mud to Stone] to plug the gap in the valley and build a city wall, but now he can only use explosives to blow up both sides of the valley to build a simple gravel wall as a defense.

The valley of André opens to the south, and the other three sides are surrounded by mountain peaks, which is not steep enough, but if a team of archers is placed on it, it is enough to hold off ten times as many enemies as oneself.

Beyond the valley is an open grassland, with a small river flowing from the northwest to the south of the valley, dividing the grassland in front of the valley into irregular triangles.

Morey had measured the depth of the water, and the deepest part was barely above the neck of a six-foot-tall warrior, a depth that was not lethal to the indigenous warriors who were generally half a head taller than the Holy Lancers.

Coupled with the gentle speed of the river, Morey also gave up on the famous tactic of hitting the river in the middle of the river.

"Morey, now you can't hide it from me anymore! How sure are you that you will repel these natives? ”

As soon as Morey finished inspecting the terrain in front of his house, Andrei stopped him.

As for whether this expedition can succeed, Andre is probably the one he is most looking forward to in the field.

His brother-in-law had told him that if he was able to complete the expedition this time, he would give him the post of the first governor of the New World.

This is enough to break away from the family and open up the foundation of another earl family, he is the third son is destined not to inherit his father's title, but if he can open up a foundation in the New World, then maybe his descendants can always be marquis, dukes, and even kings!

That's why he can't see the damage of the soldiers, because this is where his foundation lies.

Morey is not a person who hangs people's appetites, and seeing that Andre is so anxious, he smiled and threw something to the young master of the royal family.

It was a tube of scarlet potion filled with a precious crystal potion bottle, and it actually felt warm in his hand.

"Poisonous?"

Andre asked suspiciously, but Morey shook his head.

Since it is not highly poisonous, what could it be?

Andre wondered, but he didn't realize that the heat emitted by the potion had slowly invaded his body, and like a spark falling into a full oil drum, an invisible flame suddenly erupted in his body.

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