The two men who confronted each other in the dense fog were ten meters apart, but the atmosphere was diametrically opposed to the previous pursuit.

Roddy looked at Sarota with a smile, as casual as if he had met an old friend at a café some afternoon. But Sarota's expression was as if he had facial neuritis, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he couldn't even speak as he looked at the human in front of him.

"Introduce myself, my name is Roddy, a scout of the Rusifron family in the kingdom of Karen, well- I'm still a captain, about the same level as your henchman named Xhosa."

"You-"

"I know you have a lot of questions, but I'm afraid I don't have time to explain them to you one by one."

Sarota noticed that Roddy's gaze seemed to be looking above his head, and he looked up suspiciously, but he didn't find anything, but when he turned his gaze, he heard this person tilt his head slightly, as if he was inviting a dance partner to the stage at a dinner party, and smiled, "Heh, it's time." ”

A puzzled expression appeared on Sarota's face, but before he could speak, he noticed that the scene in front of him suddenly blurred, and his body suddenly had a strange feeling of being detached from his senses, as if he was about to float... But then he watched uncontrollably as the ground got closer and closer, until he fell to his knees with a "snap"...

Hearing this human named Roddy speak a word of Bringar, he vaguely remembered that it meant "upgrading", but even the slightest movement of his face became a luxury.

"Unconscious? It's better to die like this than to have your head cut off. Roddy no longer seemed to be afraid of Sarota's counterattack, took a few steps, stood in front of him, bent down, reached out to put his hand around Sarota's shoulder, and said in a sad tone: "You hate me? That's as it should be, you see... With so many people chasing me in the morning, we scouts were terrified, especially me, I was the least daring, the most afraid of death—I was almost hacked to death in the morning, which was really scary. ”

Sarota tried to keep her eyes open to look at the demonic creature, but she only rolled her eyelids feebly.

"You have the courage to be strategic, you have a very stupid boss, and you will definitely think of plotting in the human kingdom in the future, so... I'm a death-scared guy who decided to take the risk of luring you here to solve the problem - hey, you're dead, Rohal's Hammer is a dick? ”

Helping Sarota's body, Roddy was very friendly and sat up straight with the witch doctor, whose consciousness had gradually blurred, so that the other party's eyes could look at him, and then continued to babble-

"I have a bad man, and I will take revenge... Do you understand? If you don't stay overnight, you won't stay overnight, I'm very careful when I come here, but if you don't let me worry, then I can't help it. ”

Consciousness gradually lost, and Sarota clearly felt "death", but even at this time, he still did not understand what he was doing well one moment, and the next moment he had to face death...

"Not dead yet? It seems that I don't know the time accurately, it's almost a matter of a few seconds, and it's nothing to tell you - do you see the fog around you? That snapping turtle looks pretty bluffing, but it's actually quite easy to kill, isn't it? But a lot of people try to kill it and die because..."

"This fog is poisonous."

"Lose 1% of your blood every five seconds, even if you have more blood than Rohar, you will die if you stay for 500 seconds."

"Are you surprised? Confused? Oh, do you think I'm going to pull you on your back even if I'm desperate to die? ”

Roddy smiled and patted Sarota on the shoulder, whose stunned expression froze and fell to his side with his fear...

And in the air, there was a reverberation of the words that he would never hear—

"Lao Tzu has two lives, and you can't afford to hurt them at all."

……

Waiting in the silent swamp of death is an ordeal for anyone.

The strange and terrifying creatures below the puddle made the scouts afraid to move freely, not even to pee far—the deaths of the orcs left a lingering shadow on them, so even sitting on the grass several meters from the puddle, they would still stare nervously at the calm water, as if a terrible monster would pop up inside at any moment.

The atmosphere here was even more oppressive than that of a cemetery, it did not have the usual vibrancy of the Nahemian steppes, there were no birds in the sky, even the sound of insects chirping, and the occasional conversation of the scouts could be heard, but they were deliberately kept low.

"You've been in a war?"

"Some battles on the southern border, but no fights with the orcs."

"It always feels... Not the same. These orcs can make people feel fearful, even if there is only one, we must overcome the fear in our hearts first..."

"Fought them before?"

"A few months ago—"

"No, I mean earlier."

"Earlier... About fifteen years, or sixteen years, I don't want to remember it, anyway, my comrades are dead, and I am the only one who survives - not a single one of them was injured in that battle, but we were almost wiped out..."

Ruger and Sodrore chatted, except for Roddy in the previous battle, both of them performed well, so it can be regarded as chatting at this time - this is the case in the army, and people with strong skills have their own circle.

"I'm sorry to remind you of this, but now... Maybe you can give those old fellows an explanation. ”

Sodrol sat there with his sword in his hand, a thick cloud of rain drifting overhead, and occasionally a little rain fell, but it didn't rain again.

"Confess... yes, confess. Ruger didn't know what he remembered, and his weather-beaten cheeks were a little sentimental, but he was silent and stopped talking.

Time passed, and as the sun set over the horizon and the sky turned a deep blue, the scouts finally spotted the dark shadow walking in the distance.

Step by step, carefully stepping on the puddle, carrying a large pile of unidentified objects on his shoulder, carrying a package behind him, and a strange white and brown thing in his arm—Roddy's steps were still as relaxed as before.

Looking at it from afar, it feels like seeing those farmers in Nolan Village who have come back from their farm work before dark, receiving food, shaking their heads and humming songs, relaxed and carefree...

At first, the scouts were relieved by such a picture, but when they stood up and waited for Roddy to come over step by step, the belated shock in their hearts suddenly appeared like thunder after lightning...

They all remembered what characters had followed Roddy: the real thing was nine wolf horsemen and a witch doctor! Although the "witch doctor" is very mysterious to them, in terms of senses, such a guy must be far more powerful than the "magician".

And with such a character and nine fierce wolf cavalry, Captain Roddy still walked back alive, so what happened to the enemy... Needless to say.

Thinking of what the thirty-man team had done these days, the joy that the soldiers had been suppressed by their surroundings completely burst out from the bottom of their hearts because of Roddy's safe return - a strong sense of pride, honor, self-confidence and cohesion, these things that sounded ethereal began to become tangible after the war.

Carrying a mess of loot, in the dim light, Roddy saw the upright Sodrol waving at him.

The scouts in front of them were standing in place one by one, one by one standing up from the grass, and there was no longer the previous apprehension in their eyes, but the strong confidence tempered by the war.

In the distance, Ruger was reaching out to pull the young men with excited faces, and the kind of trust that needed not to be said was very different from what it had been.

And seeing these... Having been in that calm and crazy attitude since the morning, Roddy finally smiled.

History, after all, has been changed.

With this in mind, when he walked to the front of the team, he was slightly stunned - because he saw that the scouts in front of him spontaneously stood up one by one without orders, and then gave him the most formal military salute in the kingdom.

At this moment, all words seemed a little redundant, Roddy looked at the faces full of fighting spirit and confidence in front of him, and the originally open mouth only turned into a return salute in the end - something seemed to be boiling in the chests of the soldiers, although the surface was calm, but the feeling... It's like a fire is ignited in the bottom of my heart, and I want to maintain a certain feeling and idea for so long......

By nightfall, the group that had finally chosen to rest in the swamp had quieted down.

There were no campfires in the makeshift camp, as there were few combustibles to be found in the swamps, and dangerous water monsters lurking under the intricate puddles, so the soldiers chose to get together as much as possible and sleep in their clothes.

Sodlore, Carter, Ruger, and Roddy were in charge of the vigil, and although he knew that there would be no danger here, Roddy was still on duty on the first shift - of course, he did more to examine what he had gained after the battle.

Speaking of which, this battle seemed easy, but in fact there were many surprises - for example, Sarota's strength was far stronger than he thought, because he didn't expect that the other party would directly kill the rough-skinned snapping turtle in less than two minutes. If it weren't for the fact that he used a "empty city plan" to throw away his weapons and delay time with their nonsense, it is estimated that he would really be rushed up by the other party and hacked to death without saying a word...

"Whew-"

Thinking about it now, there wasn't much pouring out, he breathed a sigh of relief, his mood gradually calmed down, took out the purple voodoo puppet, summoned the attribute interface, and frowned at the data displayed in front of him:

"The Ancient Voodoo Puppet"

Class Exclusive: Witch Doctor

Level requirements: 10 levels

Uses: Imprisons the target inside a voodoo golem for up to two minutes.

Cost: Consumes 1 mana per second, doubling every 3 seconds after 10 seconds.

Number of uses: 1/10

"It's an ancient object, and the mottled marks on it prove that it has witnessed the rise and fall of most of the orcs."

This item is of an extremely high level, it is an "epic" purple equipment, of course, "epic" is just a name, and it is far from being truly "epic". It stands to reason that this kind of thing was almost rare in the early stages of the game, but at this time, it appeared in Roddy's hands, which can be regarded as a coincidence.

It's a pity, it's just a chicken rib.