"Me?"

Sodrore was a little stunned, not to mention him, and Ruger on the side was not very suitable for such a question - in their opinion, as a leader, Roddy must be able to "say one thing and say nothing" at such a time. In the kingdom tradition, roles such as staff advisors do exist, but commanders have always listened to their advice and made their own decisions, but they have never heard of anyone who would take the initiative to "consult" others.

Such behavior, for a commander-in-chief, usually means that he is "not confident", and even shows that he is "incompetent". Obviously, in the eyes of soldiers in this era, "arbitrariness and arbitrariness" is a manifestation of "wisdom and bravery".

"I.I don't know, I'm -- can't talk casually. ”

Although he was a descendant of the nobility, after so long of fighting, Sodrol had long been accustomed to being the only one who was the leader of the horse, and he shook his head, indicating that he had no opinion.

Seeing Sodrore's reaction, Roddy understood that this habit could not be corrected in a short period of time, so he had to whisper: "Then reconnoiter one more time before attacking tomorrow, and if it's okay, make this the last point of attack." ”

It was this order that Sodrol and Ruger got used to it, and after the three had finalized their plans for tomorrow's operation, Roddy let them return to their tents to rest. With a spell to stop the lighting of the ring, he lifted the curtain of the tent, and after making sure that the soldiers on duty were not lazy, he exhaled slowly, loosened the loose leather armor of the ranger, and lay down on the uneven mat.

The sound of raindrops falling on the tent echoed in my ears, and the humid air made my skin uncomfortably tight, which was definitely hard for an otaku who originally lived in modern society. But apparently, Roddy has quickly adapted to his role, gradually breaking away from the obstacles in his original thinking and gradually integrating into the world.

Reaching out and touching the cloth bag on the side, it contained some herbs that he had picked before-although Luo Di had not practiced alchemy before the crossing, he had learned the most basic "medicine picking". Because he is a lone wanderer, he is very familiar with this skill necessary for survival in the wild, and these "spiny grasses" that he picks are not high-level things, and the effect is to increase the mount's movement speed by 5% in an hour.

It was at this time that he remembered that although the orc kingdom was barren, it had an extremely valuable specialty: herbs.

In the southern part of the Nehemian steppe, in the Gondola region with mountains and rivers, those precious herbs are a scarce resource that the Karen Kingdom simply cannot have, and further south, there is the undead Tasman Empire, and there, the origin of the "soul extraction potion", and the medicinal materials that Roddy remembers to make the antidote are located in the area of the orc kingdom.

Would you like to find a time to check it out?

As soon as such an idea appeared, he remembered that his level of "herb picking" was actually not enough to successfully dig out that kind of high-grade herbs - "herb picking" is not just enough to pull out the weeds, the more precious the herbs, the more time-consuming and laborious it is to collect, and if the grade is not enough, it is likely that digging for a few days will fall short because of breaking a rhizome.

Forget it, think again.

Summoning the character attribute bar and looking at it, Roddy showed a satisfied expression - because in four days, his level had increased to level 7 and he had saved enough experience to reach level 8!

A mission similar to the "Raid on the Orc Village" rewarded extremely exaggerated experience points because of the terrifying record of destroying all enemies and zero deaths on his own, so this trip couldn't have been smoother for Roddy.

Because it went well, Roddy couldn't help but think of some other possibilities...

"Sarota... If you have the chance, shouldn't you get rid of him first?"

Thinking of the cruelty and cunning of the witch doctor chief in the future, he couldn't help but wonder if he should kill the other party first - but seeing that he was still some distance away from the threshold of level 10, Roddy finally sighed and gave up on such an idea.

"If there is a chance to pull all of them to the swamp, maybe it's still possible..."

As the rain ticked, Roddy fell into a deep sleep.

............

At the same moment, just outside the "Cossack" village that Roddy had just pointed out on that map, a large group of wolf cavalry suddenly tore through the rain in the darkness of the night and rushed into the village on a muddy road.

The muffled sound of the wolf running was not as loud as that of the war horse, but it had a terrifying momentum, which made the orc soldiers who had been resting and sleeping in the tent poke their heads out in shock, and when they understood the identity of the comer, they ran out in a panic, and collectively bowed their heads to meet the sudden appearance of the team.

The strong wolf cavalry did not bother to wear cloaks to protect them from the rain, so they were almost drenched in the rainstorm, but because of this, their bodies became stronger and stronger like iron towers.

The six wolf cavalry who opened the way in front of them went straight to the largest tent in the village, turned over and jumped off the wolf, and shouted to the orcs in front of them who bowed in the heavy rain: "Salute Lord Sarota!"

"Long live Rohar's hammer!"

The cries of all the orcs were not very neat, but they were full of momentum.

The largest and most comfortable tents were immediately requisitioned, and the wolf cavalry that poured into the village were divided into two tiers, inside and outside, and in the center, two figures jumped from the wolf... In the distance, the soldiers waiting in the rain could hear the sound of wooden staff and bone dice clashing faintly in the rain.

Salrota, cloaked and thin, walked ahead, while Sauron's figure followed behind, with a respectful expression.

Two wolf horsemen raised their hands and lifted the curtain of the tent, allowing them to bend down and walk into the lighted tent - Sarota then raised his staff, and Zoro immediately raised his hands and bent down to take it, gently placed it on the weapon rack beside him, and then took the cloak that Sarota had taken off, and ran forward like a servant, and when everything was done, he stood respectfully in front of Sarota again.

At this time, Sarota was already sitting at the humble wooden table, and whispered, "Sit down and talk." ”

The atmosphere inside the tent fell silent.

"I think you know what happened these days, tell me what you think, Zoro. ”

Sarota casually handed Sauron a piece of linen, and the latter took it with both hands, gently wiped the rain from his body and forehead, pondered for a moment, and then replied in a low voice, "Teacher, they are very powerful, I think... We used to seem to underestimate them too much. ”

"Well, go on. ”

Sitting casually in the tent, Sarota's fingertips lit the originally dim oil lamp, and under the mysterious power, the brightness of the light instantly increased by more than two times, but it could be seen that the witch doctor's expression at this time was compared to before... It's a little haggard.

"Chief Rohar thinks these are the actions of the Bloodspear Clan, and that's what I thought at first, but since you asked me to survey the scene myself, I know that these can't be the Bloodspear's doing. Sauron's words were very organized, very different from the rough and hurried language habits of other orcs, and even had a distinctly "human" style - "The enemy rode on a war horse, not a wolf. ”

Sarota squinted slightly, and began to rub a new bone dice between her fingers, "What else?"

"And—" Sauron's eyes lifted slightly, and he stopped talking, but finally whispered, "They can do this, I'm afraid—I'm afraid Xhosa..."

"Failed. ”

Sarota nodded, then fell silent.

From confidently sending troops to waiting for a large-scale attack and plundering with anticipation - this is not a reckless plan that can be concocted at random with a pat on the head, and every step of the way is carefully considered and weighed. But even so, the orcs who were supposed to bring good news never returned...

Such a gap suddenly weighed on Sarota's heart like a huge stone, leaving the orc, who was known for his resourcefulness, extremely depressed.

Why did it go wrong?!

Countless self-questions, but no answer at all, until the tribe's village suffered a series of devastating blows, he suddenly discovered... It turns out that those humans who have no ability to resist in their own eyes have far more terrible courage and courage than orcs!

I thought they were docile sheep, but now the other party suddenly grew claws and fangs, and slaughtered them without warning... When this happened, it was as if she had been hit on the head with a sturdy iron rod, and Sarota was stunned for two days.

“... Now let's not think about the reasons for their failure, but tell us what else you saw. ”

Her fingertips continued to rub the dice, and Sarota's gaze remained downcast.

"And, fatal wounds. Zoro took a breath, trying to recall the image in his mind, and pointed to his neck, "Arrow wound, more than seven people in the wolf cavalry team that encountered head-on were killed by one arrow, and those arrows all belonged to the same person. Such a powerful archery has never been heard of in the whole kingdom, because our wolf cavalry never knows how to shoot on horseback."

"Obviously, the human that Xhosa was talking about... Here it comes. ”

In the past, when Xhosa said these things, Zoro and Sarota just thought that the other party was just a human who had taken a shit luck, and only thought that the other party had been able to make Xhosa suffer heavy losses by relying on the night and sneak attacks, but now... When that figure hung over the tribe in a crushing posture, the oppressive force in it really made Zoro and Sarota a little breathless.

Although Sarota was depressed, it was not difficult to get rid of such negative emotions, he breathed a sigh of relief, he was very satisfied with Zoro's reasoning, and when he raised his head, he had already shaken off the shadow in his heart, looked at Sauron with approval, and said loudly: "If you can say these things, it means that you have understood how to think about problems." But in terms of details, I think you should see more of it."

"The number of enemies is less than thirty, and according to the reports of my men, Bloodspear and our total five villages have been devastated in the past few days, but the number of these humans has not decreased at all... Such facts say two things. ”

"First, they were prepared before they came, which we could not have imagined, and second, these soldiers were strong and highly motivated, and were not afraid of any battle. ”

"Morale.?"

Young Zoro raised his eyebrows, not quite understanding the word.