The breeze blew through the meadow, and the smell of blood gradually dissipated.

The midday sun was a little scorching, and the green of the eyes was dotted with the red blood flowing from the corpses, as if silently announcing the seeds of violence contained in this peaceful grassland.

After the battle just now, the tired war horse needs to rest for a while. The map in Roddy's mind told him that the position of the group at this moment was far away from the camp just now, and there would be no other threats for the time being, so after recovering the arrows, he also began to sort out the loot.

It took a long time for the soldiers to calm down from their nervousness and excitement, and Carter led them to cut off the heads of all the orcs, and at the same time cut off the tails of the wolves and stripped them of their fur - this is a token of the other party's identity, after all, a scout team killed the 8-man wolf cavalry reconnaissance team without damage, and I am afraid that few people can believe it immediately.

Roddy took two orc scimitars from the confiscated weapons as trophies, and it stands to reason that Carter, the captain, should come first in the selection of the loot, but no one has any objections to this at this time, and Carter directly expressed his admiration and recognition for him in front of the team.

Having encountered orcs twice and survived until now, Carter certainly knew it was because of the work of the young man in front of him. Although he could choose to accept the military exploits pushed by Roddy as he did yesterday, when he faced these orcs again, he realized that instead of living in the vanity of false merit, it was better to really gallop on the battlefield with his comrades and launch a fearless charge against the enemy...

After having the real experience of slashing orcs, he realized that the so-called "honor" in his previous outlook on life was too ridiculous.

Roddy, who was thinking about whether he should give credit away, did not express his thoughts because of Carter's attitude. In fact, the plan in his mind was too big, and just one night was not enough for him to completely sort it out. However, he was very clear about the purpose of dealing with orcs, and thinking of this, Luo Di roughly understood his next route.

He looked at Carter and the other scouts, who were still a little excited, and knew the joy in the hearts of these people, but for the sake of his next goal, Roddy still decided to pour a basin of cold water on them-

"I have a lot of ways to make orcs deflated, but what I'm trying to say is... How many orcs can our team stop? Kill eight wolf knights today, and tomorrow they might come up eight or even eighteen. Everyone can see what they are planning to do, and the camp they see today already represents that they are officially preparing to stretch out their minions towards the Karen Kingdom. Today, we were lucky enough to win, but... What about in the future?"

His tone was calm and indifferent, but with an inexplicable taste of cruelty. The scouts present who were originally in high spirits were stunned, and the fire that had just ignited in their hearts seemed to be extinguished with a "whoosh".

They looked at Roddy in a daze, with expressions of bewilderment.

"I know it's a bit of a stretch to say that, but... Second Lieutenant Sodin is not destined to bring in so-called reinforcements, and the kingdom will not pay attention to some of the 'frictions' that occur in places like ours at this time, and in the eyes of those lords, everything we do, including life and death to fight for the honor of the kingdom, is nothing more than a drama in their eyes..."

Thinking of those scenes in the game in his previous life, Roddy couldn't help but feel a little depressed - at that time, the border was frequently attacked, but Houllier City never made an effective counterattack, and finally when all the surrounding villages were slaughtered by orcs, the gates of Houllier City did not even dare to open to allow refugees to enter for refuge...

Later, the city was ruined and the family died, and the mourning was everywhere.

"You... Just kidding... How can this be? These evidence of orcs and wolf cavalry will definitely make people perceive something strange..."Although Carter said this, he remembered the few experiences he had with the "upper echelons", and he really had no bottom in his heart... Those aristocrats who eat, drink and have fun all day long really don't seem to care about the life and death of their little characters.

"Of course, these are my inferences, Captain Carter, today's mission should be considered complete, right? Why don't we go back and hear from Second Lieutenant Sodin? Seeing so many orc heads, he should give us some wine money. ”

Roddy knew he couldn't let the atmosphere in the team get too negative all at once, so he hung two thick scimitars on the sides of the saddle and diverted the conversation with a twist. Carter understood, didn't say anything more, silently turned on his horse, and led the team back to Nolan Village.

Although the battle was won, the scouts, who should have been happy and excited, were a little silent. Roddy on horseback looked a little indifferent, he followed the team silently, although he did not distance himself from others, but he always gave people a sense of loneliness.

This may be the unique temperament of every ranger.

"Can I save this country?"

The reborn Roddy ponders this somewhat complex and vast issue. He enumerated his strengths: the unenviable horror of archery, the deep knowledge of those historical events, the almost massive knowledge of all aspects of the game, the memory of all the changes in the kingdom in the next ten years... Speaking of which, all of these can make Roddy a "sharp weapon" that will soon make a big move.

But recalling that today's killing of the eight lowest-level wolf cavalry required him to use all his strength, Roddy couldn't help but start to waver a little in his heart - hundreds of thousands of orcs aside, the problem of lords within the Cullen Kingdom alone made his head as big as a fight... Can a huge country change the trajectory of its history because of such a variable?

Can you really be the butterfly that flapps its wings?

.........

For Nolan Village, it was just one of the most peaceful days in countless days.

Old Finch's sheepdog barked, excited by the sound of the horse's hooves returning from the scout in the distance. The sunset slowly set into the horizon, there was cooking smoke wafting up, I don't know whose family was making cheese, the slightly sour and smelly smell wafted far away, but it made the mouths of several children in the village drool. Stan the Blacksmith was still banging, and Dick from the Quartermaster Office stole two sips of Aunt Susan's ale and lay on the straw stack next to the warehouse with his belly in his mouth.

The only surprise today may be that the scout team returned to the village two hours later than usual.

When the scouts on war horses entered the entrance of the village, many people raised their heads inexplicably and turned their eyes to this group of soldiers who seemed to be different from usual.

When Carter returned with a sack of orc heads, the villagers had already felt a dark cloud on the border, and now, when they saw the solemn-faced seven scouts turn over and dismount and be silent, they couldn't help but feel a slight tightening of their hearts - could something have happened again?

The heads of the orcs were no longer in pockets, but were strung naked with ropes, and the soldiers participated in the charge and white-knuckle battles, and there was a hint of killing on their bodies, and their faces were no longer slack and playful as before, but only solemn and solemn.

Among them, one of them stood out unusually prominently, and the seven scouts turned and dismounted, but none of them immediately unloaded their equipment, but instead turned their eyes on the least outstanding guy in the team - even Captain Carter looked at Roddy almost instinctively at the moment, as if waiting for orders.

This is prestige, the soldiers who fought in the battle of life and death always have such confidence in the strong.

"What do you want me to do?" Roddy blinked, but he didn't have the seriousness on the battlefield before, he looked at his comrades innocently, shrugged his shoulders and said, "It's home, let's have a good rest, and see what Second Lieutenant Sodin says." ”

This sentence was like an order to disband, which made everyone breathe a sigh of relief, and even Captain Carter did not have any objection to Roddy's similar command-and-order behavior. He looked at the scattered scouts, picked up the orc's head and wolf's tail, stood for a moment, as if he had made some decision in his heart, and stepped after Roddy, saying that he would take the other party to Ensign Sodin.

"Hey!Carter!You're an orc again?!"

A few soldiers from the scout team passed by, and when they saw the eight orc heads dressed together, they immediately shouted in surprise with wide eyes, and then the entire scout team came over to watch. Not far away, Luger, who was sitting in the corner, sat silently on the periphery, squinting his eyes and looking at this side.

If it had been in the past, Carter would have told everyone how dangerous today's battle was, after all, when it came to eloquence, he was the best in the entire scout team. However, at this time, Carter did not have the slightest appearance of boasting - after experiencing this war, he had unconsciously restrained a lot, and the battle of life and death he had just experienced left an indelible impression on his mind, so he did not attach much importance to vanity as before.

Waving his hand to indicate that it was okay, Carter didn't even bother to answer, and walked into the compound where Second Lieutenant Sodin was with Roddy.

His unconscious behavior of walking beside Roddy made Ruger, who still had bruises on his face, squint his eyes slightly, and the veteran ruffian snorted, wanting to curse a few words like "spineless", but then saw a string of dark wolf tails next to the orc heads-

"Wolves... wolf cavalry..."

The pain in his body had not yet dissipated, but at this time, Ruger forgot to resent Roddy for a while, and his expression was stiff as he stared at the wolf's tail that was shaking in Carter's hand, and for a moment let the words get stuck in his throat.

Some terrible scene in the memory came to mind, and the old soldier, who was always fond of scolding, pursed his lips and fell silent.