It was around dawn that the Dora caravan, which had endured terrible fighting, finally recovered slightly.

Led by the three mid-ranking warriors of White, Grant, and Huber, the surviving people dug a humble tomb on a high ground on the banks of the Sandos River for all the human victims. After a grooming clean-up that could not have been simpler, the corpses, which had become cold and hard, were placed in the graves, then piled on top of each other, and finally topped with sand and earth.

To be honest, such a tomb excavated in a hurry is not very solid. The scavengers of the wasteland, such as black jackals and coyotes, will soon look for the smell of death, and will try their best to peel open the top layer of dirt and drag out the human remains inside to eat. But in the current situation, there is no better way. As for the bones of the thieves, the Dora caravan didn't bother at all.

"Steward Franklin, what's going on with the caravan next? Continue north or turn south? After finally giving a knight's farewell salute to the graves of Camaro and many of his comrades, Grant turned to the steward and asked. At this moment, because of the heroic death of the seventh-level knight, Grant has automatically become the new captain of the caravan.

"I guess we'd better go back to the South Shore first, right? What do you say, Sir Ensberg? Franklin thought for a moment, sighed, and looked at the mage on the other side.

"It's a fitting choice, and I have no objection." Moriarty nodded.

Although the Doro caravan and his party had managed to defeat the attack of the Savage Totem in the early hours of this morning, and even killed one of the accompanying Beamon Shaman and seriously wounded its commander, Moriarty was well aware that the so-called "the more the enemy attacked, the more the enemy returned", a single tactical victory would not shake the foundation of one of the three giants of the Hurricane Wasteland, but would only invite stronger and more terrifying retaliation. Therefore, Moriarty naturally thought that it was wise to return to Bracada to avoid the limelight for the time being, otherwise he would continue to rush north, and what awaited him and the Doro caravan would be completely destroyed.

After a while, the ferryboat at the port slowly sailed up from downstream. Although the ferry crews had vaguely heard the shouts and explosions on the north shore last night, they had no idea what was happening. So I went out early in the morning to see. At this time, when he saw that all the people of the Dora caravan were gathering on the shore and shouting loudly, the captain immediately ordered to come to the shore.

At the same moment, farther north, in the Hurricane Wasteland, the Wolfgang Wolf cavalry, led by the werewolf Margaret, also encountered the retreating savage totem head-on.

"What's going on?" When her wolf rider sentries reported to Margaret that they had found a large number of big-eared barbarian thieves and ogre pawns miles away, the werewolf was immediately shocked.

Although the relationship between the three giants of the hurricane has always been frictional and prying each other because of the relationship of eating a bowl of meat together, but the fact that the barbaric totem in front of her suffered such a big loss and returned from a big defeat made Margaret have the intention of drawing a knife to help. After all, everyone is Beamon, and there is no reason to sit back and watch their compatriots being "bullied" by humans, but they don't care about it.

And when the werewolf finally sees the dying Variosa and receives the news from the mouth of the big-eared berserker that the old ogre Gordon has been killed in battle, Margaret feels a little more incredible and incredulous in addition to her anger.

"Tell me what's going on!?" Margaret took out the healing potion she had brought with her and poured it into Valyosha's mouth, but to no avail.

"Human... Thunder... Explode... Fire..."Although the four big-eared berserkers were far superior to ordinary barbarians, they didn't seem to be very smart, and they always spoke unfocusedly, which made Margaret confused. …,

"Alright, you can send him back to the Totem Headquarters for treatment first. If we delay any longer, I'm afraid it will be too late. At this moment, the old werewolf on the side stretched out his hand to interrupt the berserker's words and pointed at the unconscious Valyosha.

Immediately, as if they had reacted, the four big ears immediately saluted the old werewolf, and then hurriedly raised their commander and continued to rush towards the wasteland further north.

"Old Crow, why don't you let me ask?" Looking at the big ears and the other routs and ogres who were running away, the werewolf seemed to be very dissatisfied.

"There is enough intelligence." The old werewolf said calmly as if he hadn't noticed the other party's dissatisfaction.

"Tell me, what's going on? Uncle Giggett told me that there was only one seventh-level knight and two fifth-level knights in the human caravan. And in addition to the Barbarian Totem far exceeding the number of mercenaries in the caravan in terms of total strength, Valyosha is a powerful seventh-level blood blade attendant, and even has Old Gordon, an ogre shaman who can fight better than me. How could such a powerful combat force be defeated by a small human caravan? As if irritated by the old werewolf's indifferent expression, Margaret immediately roared.

"The battlefield is always an unknowable labyrinth shrouded in a thick fog. So-called intelligence cannot be trusted until it has been fully verified. I thought that the Varyosha kid already understood this, but I didn't think that he did it well. The old werewolf didn't answer the female werewolf's question directly, but sighed softly.

"You're saying that Uncle Giggett got the information to be fake?" Looking at the old werewolf, Margaret asked rhetorically.

"What you say is true or false, you should first distinguish between different points in time. At least when Valyosha attacked Doro, he didn't know that there was already one or more powerful mages in his enemy's camp. The old werewolf shook his head and said.

"Mage?"

"Yes, mage!" Facing the female werewolf's jaw-dropping, the old werewolf continued: "Thunder and lightning, explosions, fire, this qiē that Da Er said just now only shows one thing, and that is that they have been attacked by the magic of the mage. As for why there were suddenly more mage professionals in the Dora caravan, there were too many possibilities. After all, Bracada is the home of mages across the continent. Even if one or several mages left the south for the northern human kingdoms, it was only natural to take a caravan's carriage along the way. ”

"I see!" After listening to the old werewolf's words, Margaret suddenly realized.

And if Moriarty's words were heard at this time, he would probably be even more amazed and admired. In just a few words, the old werewolf has mostly restored the general appearance of the whole incident, and such a thinking and analytical ability is really amazing.

"However, even if there are mages on the human side to help, I am afraid that in the face of the barbarian totem, I am afraid that it will inevitably suffer heavy losses. In any case, Valyosha had a base force far superior to the enemy, as well as those ogres who broke through the defenses. I guess if it weren't for Valyosha's strong advance, breaking into the enemy camp, and then being accidentally attacked by the opponent's strong man, otherwise the barbaric totem would not have been so defeated. As for Old Gordon's death, it was most likely due to the rescue of Valyosha. After the werewolf was a little surprised, the old werewolf added.

"Then taking advantage of the weakness and fatigue of the enemy after the battle, we just followed up and killed all the remaining humans. In this way, you can not only take a lot of valuable goods, but also avenge the old brother! How's it going, you see? Margaret immediately exclaimed.

"Your response is not slow, but the plan is average. If I were the leader of the human caravan, I would definitely choose to retract back to Bracada now. Because he must also know that the Savage Totem was hit hard by such a blow, and it would inevitably be followed by a big revenge. The old werewolf glanced at the other party and said with a faint smile. …,

"But I suspect that the greedy human merchants will be reluctant to carry the goods in their hands, and will find a way to transport them all back to the South Shore. So we rush over now, and there is still a chance to catch their tails. Even, even if the caravan all crossed the Sandos River, as long as it didn't go far, my wolf cavalry would be able to follow the strong across the river, catch up with them, and kill them all. Margaret thought for a moment, and suddenly retorted quickly.

"Hehe, you're right this time. On the battlefield, the character and temperament of the enemy commander can affect the movements and movements of the enemy army in a large way. As far as human traders are concerned, they are indeed too greedy, so greedy that they almost have no regard for their own lives. If we can get to the Sandos by noon, you should hopefully be able to catch their tails. After listening to the female werewolf's words, the old werewolf nodded with satisfaction and said.

"So what are you waiting for? We set off immediately. Margaret, who rarely received praise from the old werewolf, suddenly jumped into joy, as if getting a "good" evaluation from the old werewolf was more than getting a rare magic scimitar, but then the werewolf suddenly quieted down again: "Old Crow, haven't you always warned me that I am not allowed to cross the Sandos boundary river casually?" Saying that would cause unnecessary disputes. ”

"Yes, that's what I said." Seeing Margaret's rare caution, the old werewolf smiled again: "But by 'casual', I mean not to cross the boundary river because of inexplicable impulses or unnecessary curiosity. ”

"And now?"

"Now, although those human warriors have defeated the barbarian totems with their strength and wisdom, I still hope to leave their heads forever on the banks of the Sandos River, to warn those who come after them not to forget the dignity of the masters of the wasteland because of a momentary victory." The old werewolf said slowly.

"Well, you're right, Old Crow!" Margaret roared, then patted the sitting wolf: "Target the Sandos River, forward!" ”

Immediately, dozens of wolves rode like a whirlwind, following the red back of the female werewolf towards the south.

And it wasn't until all the wolf riders had run far away, and the old wolf, who was far behind, pulled his helmet and slowly followed, while whispering to himself: "Inexplicable impulse... Hehe, it turns out that I'm just a miscellaneous private... But in any case, I will avenge you. My old friend, Gordon!"

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