"Chief." The werewolf scout got down on one knee and greeted him respectfully. At present, although Theron has temporarily established his prestige by virtue of his position as the leader and the prestige of the shadow wolf, the only ones who can really be relied on by him are the werewolves, and they are truly sincere to themselves. The orcs were honest, but Theron knew why they were like this, they were just waiting for their next defeat.

"What did you find?" Theron raised his hand to get the werewolf to his feet, first asking one of the werewolves. The werewolf had been sent by him to scout the situation in Bull Town, but it was strange to him that he had returned so suddenly.

"Chief." "At the foot of the mountain, there are human soldiers guarding the road, and they are very vigilant, and it is difficult for me to sneak past without being detected. ”

"Human soldiers?" Theron didn't expect this, he didn't expect humans to be so wary of them, sending soldiers to guard the necessary passages. If the number of people is small, or there is only one person, it is not necessary to go to this place, but if the number of people is large, then if you do not want to have unnecessary losses, then this intersection must be taken.

"How many of them are there?" Theron's fingers tapped aggressively on the armrest, mentally going through everything around him over and over again, and over again, and finally he frowned. There is no better way but to go from here.

"10 people, chief, they have 10 soldiers, guarding in shifts." The werewolf scout replied.

There is still a chance, I don't know if the generals defending the city believe too much in the combat effectiveness of the soldiers, or underestimate the ability of the werewolves, there are only 10 people. Theron waved his hand for the werewolf scouts to step down, and he would personally lead the troops to deal with the soldiers.

As the werewolf scout stepped back, he turned his head to stare at the other werewolf scout, the one he had entrusted with the task of tending to him, and he would have something about him if he could actually break through the town of Boer.

"Chief." The werewolf scout noticed that Theron was staring at him, so he took the parchment from the leather belt around his waist and respectfully called out to Theron's hand.

"You stand down first." Theron said.

It was a roll of blood-stained parchment, with only a few words on the dull yellow paper, "Tomorrow evening, I will meet you." ”

This anticlimactic, devoid of any useful information, made Theron breathe a sigh of relief. No matter how confident he was, he knew that with the forces at his disposal, it would be impossible to break through the town of Boer.

The soldiers in Bull Town he had seen, they were very elite, one of the most orderly and elite troops he had ever seen. Maybe they alone won't even be the Jackals' opponents, but the battlefield is a team game, not individual bravery in a fight.

Not to mention the towering walls, his orc generals can be arrogant, but as the leader, he must keep a clear head.

And a coincidental encounter solved the problem for him, it was a man he knew very well, and Theron knew him. The last time he had seen him on a trade day to Bulltown, he was counting the quantity and price of his furs in the warehouse with a ledger in hand.

He had always thought that he was sincere to the Rhinerises, but last time his answer made him amused, as if just like himself, humans are rebellious, or have no bottom line. He "took revenge" by killing the old shaman who raised him, and destroying the hundred-year-old home of the White Bear Tribe. And that man is the same, for that comical reason, betrayed the Rhineres, betrayed all mankind.

He looked down on him in his heart, but he knew he needed him, or only needed him now.

Theron smiled coldly and threw the parchment into the fire, watching him scorch and burn into powder under the blazing heat.

He stood up, put on his bearskin coat, lifted the curtains, and walked out.

"Chief." The werewolves standing guard outside the tent saw Theron and bowed down to greet him.

"Get me the wolf blade." After Theron finished speaking, he walked to the side of the tent, where a white wolf was resting in the snow, he walked over, touched the white wolf's furry head, and let the white wolf lick his palm.

"Chief." After a while, the wolf blade rushed over. He is the captain of all the werewolf warriors in Theron's orcs, and the first werewolf to truly become Therron's trust.

"Pick some elite werewolf warriors, I'll be useful." Theron patted the white wolf's leg to get it to its feet, then reflexively mounted on the white wolf, he said.

"Yes, Chief." Wolfblade didn't ask why, he turned to leave.

Theron rode forward on the white wolf, the darkness of the environment had no effect on the white wolf, and it walked to the front of the camp with a small and silent step, without disturbing anyone. In front of the camp is a path where traces can be faintly seen, and even though it is buried by heavy snow, the special traces are still not completely obstructed.

At the same time, the werewolves who had been summoned by the wolf blade also rushed behind him, and there was no sound at all.

Theron glanced behind him and patted the white wolf on the neck. The white wolf took a step and ran steadily down the mountain, and the werewolves behind also rode wolves or white wolves to follow quickly.

The mountain is high, but the werewolves are all on mounts, and for the white wolf or the cob, this distance is not even a breather.

The light of the fire faintly revealed from the woods in the distance became brighter and brighter, and Theron knew that they were about to reach the location, and the werewolf scout also leaned over on the white wolf, pointed ahead, and said to Theron, "Chief, the human soldiers are ahead." ”

Theron raised his hand, and the werewolves suddenly stopped, silent, as if they didn't exist in the forest.

Theron got off the white wolf's back and patted the white wolf's head, the white wolf tilted his head and licked Theron's palm, and then obediently stepped aside and lay on the snow.

Theron led all the werewolves who had dismounted, carefully leading the scout in the direction of the firelight.

The heat of the fire drove out the cold, and a young soldier who had just changed guards with his companions cheered and sat down beside the fire, holding his frozen hands on the flame and roasting it, and sighed comfortably at the temperature of the flame.

"Roast like this, your hands will be useless, and when you are conscious, it will hurt so much that you want to cut off your hands." An old soldier took his short sword and pulled his hand away, and he took a sip of steaming tea and lectured him. "You're a first-time soldier,"

"Yes—" The soldier looked at the veteran and retracted his hand, his face clearly still showing a youthful childishness. He looked at the veteran's teapot with hot eyes, but he didn't want to be discovered, so he licked his lips.

"Drink it, but I'm not sure you'll like it." The veteran smiled and handed the teapot to the younger soldier, he said with a smile.

The young soldier didn't know what the veteran meant, so he took the teapot and took a big sip of it, regardless of the boiling heat, but then squirted it out.

"Haha......" The veteran laughed and patted the soldier's back and laughed, "How about it, this is the tea I specially prepared, and I can't drink it in the town."

"Ahem... Ahem... What is it? The soldier wrinkled his face and coughed violently, and he only felt that his mouth was full of bitterness, as if he had drunk bile water, or even more bitter than drinking bile water.

"Haha....." The other soldiers on the side laughed when they saw the young soldier's bad luck, many of them had suffered this loss.

"It's a plant and the leaves of a pine tree on the mountain," the old soldier withdrew his hand, took the teapot from his hand, and took a sip of it, "It's a good thing, better than a good rum, and a sip of it in this weather is better than anything else." He gasped as a white mist drifted over and the young soldier ducked in avoidance, he didn't want to smell it again.