The aesthetics of orcs are of course different from humans, and it can even be said that the culture and concepts of this race are very different from humans, and the good things in their eyes may not be of much value in the eyes of humans, but Roddy, who has a wealth of game experience in "ripping soil", naturally has enough eyes to identify these items - the contents of the box are not damaged by the flames, a leather bag, a bone insignia, A palm-sized metal ingot, and other than that, some strange-tasting air-dried bacon, Roddy suspects that it may be human meat, as orcs have never been taboo about eating any animate creatures, and human flesh is regarded by them as one of the higher foods, and only orcs of high status can eat it.

Ignoring the frowning bacon, Roddy grabbed the rest of the belongings and called everyone out of the burning camp - not forgetting to let Carter throw the orcs food supplies into the fire as he left.

In the dark grassland, the burning camp looked like a huge bonfire from a distance, and by this light, Roddy and his party calmly climbed over the grassy slope, bandaged the three lightly injured scouts, and then looked for horses, and then returned straight to Nolan Village.

The midnight air was a little cold and damp, and most of the soldiers had a sense of unreality when they blew on their faces. No one spoke along the way, and the sound of horses' hooves on the silent steppe made everything feel like a dream, and when you breathed heavily, you could still smell the peculiar stench of the orc camp.

However, Roddy understands that the seeds called "self-confidence" have been quietly planted in the hearts of these soldiers.

The horses did not travel very fast, and it took them just over an hour to get here, and nearly two hours to return from the journey. It wasn't until they saw the sign at the entrance of Nolan Village by the light of the torches that they collectively breathed a sigh of relief.

Immediately, the irrepressible joy and excitement in my heart quietly spread.

"Is this victory?"

"Win...?"

"We... It worked. ”

"We won!"

At first it was only a whisper, but as the catharsis of this emotion was released, the excited soldiers let out an impassioned shout, Carter grinned and sat on horseback, loudly encouraging the heroic scouts, while Ruger watched it all in silence, and quietly wiped the corners of his eyes when no one was paying attention.

Everyone has their own mood, or they are different, but victory is always happy.

Roddy didn't stop the soldiers from venting their emotions in the middle of the night, he actually exhaled inwardly - the battle had hardly deviated from the original plan, and it had also achieved the desired goal, and for Roddy, that was enough.

While the soldiers cheered, Ruger was the first to break free from this emotion. The veterans were indeed more sober than the young men, and by now, Ruger would no longer doubt Roddy's ability. He easily slashed and killed three orcs in battle, and this feeling of double opening that he had never felt before made his heart look forward to it even more, so much so that now he even wanted to find another group of orcs to fight, even if he died on the battlefield, he had no regrets.

At this time, he walked up to Roddy and asked with some expectation, "Captain Roddy, what are you going to do next?"

The originally agitated soldiers immediately looked at Roddy, who rolled over and dismounted, and replied, "Rest, wait for the next operation, if Sodin can't bring reinforcements, we can do it... Maybe that's all there is to it. ”

His words were like pouring cold water on their heads, and the soldiers' grinning expressions gradually froze, and one after another fell silent, just like when Carter and his party returned here yesterday, and they also realized the inescapable fact that pressed on their chests: the two teams combined with a total of fifteen scouts, after all, they could not make any big waves.

"Will there be more battles?"

Carter asked aloud from the side, and his question seemed to be the same as that of all the soldiers, so that the otherwise lively procession fell silent for a moment.

Roddy raised his head, and wanted to say those more cruel words, but when he saw the fighting gaze, he was stunned-

The long period of peace had already made the scouts lose the will to fight and resist. Invaded by orcs, encroached upon and annexed by neighboring countries, and disintegrated by civil strife, these are the events that will happen in Roddy's memory, all of which show that a nation and a country that has lost the sense of struggle are completely hopeless.

But today, their blood, which was originally covered by comfort and laziness, seems to be completely stimulated by this battle...

So that Roddy suddenly saw hope.

He clenched his fists and exclaimed, "There will be battles, and there will be more and more. ”

......

After the party disbanded, Roddy returned to his lodging room somewhat tired, and while the soldiers went to look for food to satisfy their hunger, he went to his bed alone and took out the "trophies".

The first thing that caught his eye was the emblem made of bone, which Roddy knew was the sign of the clan in the orc kingdom, similar to the insignia of the nobility among humans, used to identify the identity and the name of the clan. He frowned at the emblem, which was a symbol that was no stranger to "rippling" human players: Warhammer.

This means that the orc camp he attacked belongs to the mortal enemy of the "Hammer of Rohar"!

This tribe is officially known on the continent solely because of their frenzied plundering of the kingdom of Karen. The deep suffering that the orcs with no moral limit brought to the kingdom of Karen was something that Roddy didn't even want to recall, as his fingers holding the emblem trembled.

Sure enough, history is still the same. ”

Putting the emblem aside, he picked up the palm-sized metal ingot, he checked it, and Roddy, who has rich experience in blacksmithing, took out his scimitar and slashed it lightly with the blade, and then looked at the dim candlelight in the room for a moment, and exhaled slowly: "It turned out to be a piece of blood mine." ”

"Blood Ore" is a common name for "Iron-rich Ore Token" in the game, it is an ore containing iron, but it contains some energy bodies that can allow the forge to create powerful weapons.

The harvest had made Roddy feel worthwhile, and he opened the stinking leather bag and poured the contents out in front of him—a piece of straw sandpaper with crooked handwriting and a set of voodoo dice made of bones, shells, and stones.

Display Properties. ”

He summoned his stats panel and equipment panel, and at the same time set his eyes on the attributes of the voodoo dice in the messy data in front of him-

Humble voodoo dice

Requirement Level 3

carry

Spirit +1

Intelligence +1

"Witch doctors are always happy to trade voodoo dice. ”

Obviously, this is a chicken item, and Roddy a legionnaire doesn't need to add intelligence and spirit items at all, because intelligence is not linked to IQ, and only affects a person's mana recovery speed and the added value of spell attacks.

It was no surprise to Roddy that the witch doctor's items had become the orc leader's private collection, as he knew all the details of orc culture, so he concluded that the orc must have a direct affiliation with one of the witch doctors of Rohar's hammer. Normally, having these divination tools that have been eliminated by the witch doctor means that the identity of the wielder is much higher than that of ordinary orcs.

"Rohar's Hammer, Witch Doctor, Sarota..."

A few key words came to Rodi's mind, and the "Hammer of Rohar" was the tribe that benefited the most from the orcs who later invaded the kingdom of Karen, so they also suffered from the envy of many other tribes, and even led to war. However, the three chiefs of this tribe were more cunning and cruel in the war, and among them, Sarota, who was only a tribal witch doctor at this time, should be the third and most powerful chieftain in later generations - under his leadership, the Hammer of Rohar tribe has never been stronger, and even has enough capital to passively stand by, and even resist the orders of the "King of Ten Thousand Axes" of the Orc Kingdom.

Sarota was a witch doctor who had come out of the "bottom", and when the kingdom of Karen became a tragedy and scholars from other countries began to study the history of the "Hammer of Rohar", he concluded that this witch doctor was never as stingy as other witch doctors, and often gave discarded items in his hands to his subordinates who he believed had potential for development to make friends - a method that was very common among humans, but rarely among orcs, and this paved the way for him to become far stronger than other orcs.

This passage is the basis of Roddy's judgment now.

Because of the faction, the technocrat Roddy naturally read these research documents on Sarota, but when he recalled them, he suddenly felt that at this point in time, it seemed as if something big was about to happen.

Frowning, Roddy couldn't remember the specific content, after all, for him, all the events before the game was launched had not been experienced, and those clues were just a few words from some books and tasks, and it was unrealistic to remember them completely. But the thought of facing the most aggressive chieftain and his men in the history of the Orc Empire still felt an unprecedented sense of crisis.

Roddy, who knew that he would have to intersect with this witch doctor sooner or later, never thought that he would have contact with the other party so early. He made up his mind, reached out and opened the sheet of straw sandpaper peculiar to the Orc Empire, and began to read it—his actions seemed to others to be tantamount to asking for trouble, for most of the commoners of the Cullen Kingdom generally believed that the orcs were not worthy of a written heritage, and even if there was evidence of letters, most believed that it was the most primitive hieroglyphs.

But what no one would have expected was that Ranger Roddy, who had gone through countless battles and intelligence interception work before being reborn, was a guy who was proficient in orc language and writing, so even if it was written in Orc Sabine, he could still read it.

The straw sandpaper was a little crumpled and rotten, it should have been a trace from the communication through the birds, Roddy struggled to make out the handwriting, and the brow that had just stretched gradually furrowed.

Some of the handwriting was illegible, except for a few words he could make out of them: "Assemble the squadron", "Four days later", "Raid".

Roddy glanced at the date mentioned in the letter and the vague inscription, and his heart beat a little faster.

He rubbed his temples vigorously, his fingers trembling as he flattened the paper to reconfirm what he had seen, which gave his vague memories a clearer point—Sarron, Rohar's Hammer, and the current date: April 588 in the Elonian calendar...

Roddy felt more and more that stringing them together seemed to point to an important event in history!