Volume 1 [Border Clouds] Chapter 64 Salrota

As the temperature warms up, it's August.

The northern part of the kingdom of Karon has always had a steppe climate, when temperatures rise and thunderstorms begin to become more frequent. In the open field of vision, you can always see dark clouds drifting through with water vapor, carrying thunder raging past, and the green grassland is soaked in rain and the color is even more verdant.

After extending three hundred kilometers to the northwest, sparse villages appeared on the surface of the Nehemian steppes - this is the territory of the orc kingdom.

There are no houses made of earth and stone like humans, and tents covered with animal skins are so far away that they look like mushrooms coming out of the lawn after rain.

As the closest orc tribe to the border of the Karen Kingdom, the "Hammer of Rohar" should be considered to be at the upper middle level among the dozens of tribes large and small in the Orc Kingdom. They possess a large area of fertile grassland for grazing, as well as a number of brave wolf cavalry that most tribes can fear. And since Chief Rohar ruled the tribe for seven years, the entire tribe can be said to have been in rapid development, which is enough to be proud of.

However, in the past few months, one sudden event after another has made Chief Rohar depressed - after listening to the advice of the Sarota witch doctor and sending people to set up an outpost to guard the human border, he thought that these men would be able to bring back the resources looted from the human village, but he did not expect... What I was waiting for was the bad news that the outpost had been completely destroyed!

The orc Xhosa who returned alive told him about the horror and deceit of the human race, and such words naturally angered Chief Rohar, and after consulting with the witch doctor Sarota, the chief finally decided to directly assign an entire team of wolf cavalry to Xhosa to lead the direct action.

The main reason for this decision is that the team that raided the village of Finks did bring back a lot of good things - things like iron pots, ale, and silk are completely luxuries for orcs, and those swords that seem to be ordinary are powerful weapons that orcs can't imagine.

Defects such as different manufacturing processes and lack of iron ore make the weapons used by orcs simply not comparable to those of humans, and this cruel fact is irreparable.

However, as a leader, Chief Rohar obviously had some flaws: he tasted the sweetness of plundering the village of Finx, but the loss of the wolf cavalry also made him suffer, and he retreated a little, even if he agreed to Sarota's request to attack again, he only approved the team of thirty-three people - at least from this point... He didn't have much courage.

"Why hasn't Sarota come yet?"

In the wide tent, Chief Rohar asked the servant at the door with a displeased expression, and the latter explained a few words, to the effect that someone had been sent to the witch doctor's tent to pass the word or something, which made his expression soften a little - a few days ago, the "Blood Spear" tribe had a conflict with the warriors under his command, although there were no casualties, but the other party's provocative attitude really made him very depressed, and at this time he called Sarota to come, mainly to ask the other party's opinion.

Obviously, the position of the witch doctor Sarota in the tribe is very high, because he is known for his cunning, and the chief of Rohar has obviously regarded the other party as his "military advisor" in recent years, and the development of the tribe is also closely related to several suggestions of the witch doctor, so Rohar usually attaches great importance to Sarota's opinion.

At this time, he waited in his tent for the other party to come - even in the chief's tent, the decoration was very crude, and the skin was full of bones, and it was rich in primitive style.

The huge warhammer used by Rohal was one of the few pieces of pure metal, but it was rusty and apparently not very well maintained. The large chieftain's seat was covered with wolf skins, but these manure tanned hides always had a pungent stench, but Rohal didn't care about it, but was full of pride - because the huge wolf skin on the wide seat under him was peeled by him himself, belonging to a powerful wolf king who could condense magic, and possessing its skin was a symbol of strength and bravery, and a guarantee that he would sit firmly on the throne of the chief.

In the ruling class of the orcs, great strength is the guarantee of power, and wisdom is secondary.

The Witch Doctor of Sarota soon arrived from his village, and when the servants outside the tent announced, Chief Rohar put his hands behind his back and said in a deep voice, "Come in." โ€

The tent's curtain was gently lifted, and the slightly emaciated figure barely made a sound as it walked into the tent. The Witch Doctor of Sarota walked in with a dry wooden staff in his hand - a string of skeletons hanging from the tip of the staff made a slight noise in the collision, which is characteristic of the witch doctor's walking.

"Chief, your loyal Sarota is here."

"Sarota, it's been a long time, and what hasn't happened to Xhosa's team yet? Do they want to wait until winter to return? โ€

It was the first time in many days that he had personally asked Sarota about the matter, and it was clear that he could not let go of his previous loss, and if Xhosa could not bring good news, such a feeling of depression would always be in his heartโ€”orcs were not as happy and angry as human nobles, and if they were unhappy in their hearts, they would just say it directly, and even their expressions would not be disguised at all, so the displeasure in the chieftain's words at this time was completely unconcealed.

"Chief, the battle plan I formulated for Xhosa should be foolproof, those human combat power is not strong, there are warriors led by Xhosa to attack, unless the enemy has a lord to lead troops to surround them, there is no comparable army that can stop them, and according to the plan, they will have a reply in the next few days."

Sarota had a thin face, and her body was not as strong as the other orcs. He also wore a dirty cloth robe in the humid weather, and his body exuded a strange smell of herbs, and when he spoke, his voice was sincere and fearful, and the obedience between words made Rohar very satisfied.

"Preferably, if their actions don't get the same benefits as last time, I might start dealing with the Bloodspear guys first."

Rohar nodded in agreement, but there was still some "pain" in his heart, speaking of which he was too "small farmer" thinking, and the damage to the outpost made him lose a lot, counting the finances from Finks Village, he still lost money - such an investment was successful, but if it failed, he was like a bankrupt shareholder, and he was far from having the courage to continue to do it.

Seeing that the chief was acknowledging his plan, Sarota made a gesture of resignation. With a wave of his hand, Rohar knew that he had a new idea, and grinned: "If you have something to say, Sarota, every time I listen to your tone, I will come up with some good ideas, let's talk about it!" โ€

"Chief, then I'll say what I think..."

Still in that low tone, Sarota once again instilled in Rohar the idea that "human beings are extremely fragile", "there is no ability to resist", and "large-scale raids at the right time will definitely yield great gains", and after being fooled by Sarota for more than half an hour, he was obviously slightly moved, but he was a little hesitant about Sarota's request to send more wolf cavalry again-"Xhosa has no definite news, and it is not clear whether those humans are really that fragile, Such a reckless start to assemble wolf cavalry..."

Sarota was obviously prepared, and whispered a few words, and Rohar's eyes immediately lit up when he heard this, revealing an expression of excitement that could not be concealed-

"What? It's true? Show me it! โ€

The men who had been waiting outside the tent immediately walked in, holding a long sword and armor with a scabbard in their hands.

If Sally had been here, she would have recognized these things as the equipment of her most loyal subordinate, Old Geson, and her men.

"Chief, these weapons were somewhat damaged during the last operation to the village of Finx, and I went to have the tribal blacksmiths work overtime to repair them in human fashion, just to let you see... What the hell do those humans have! โ€

When three long swords and two sets of light armor were placed in front of Rohar, the chieftain who ruled thousands of orcs was as excited as a child, stretched out his hand and carefully fiddled with it - the orc kingdom is barren in iron ore resources, and equipment such as scimitars can only be equipped by elite wolf cavalry, not to mention the forging process that pays more attention to skills, so the "standard equipment" of the human army is equivalent to "treasure" in the eyes of orcs.

Sarota squinted slightly, hunched over and looked at the side - all this in front of him was naturally premeditated by him, and it was pure to say anything like having the blacksmith repair it, and at this time he took out these things that he had hidden before, completely so that Rohar, a guy with little courage, could make a decision.

In terms of scheming, this great chief is really no match for the witch doctor, even if Sarota's tricks are very clumsy, but among the orcs, there are really few guys who can have the heart to figure out what is behind it.

So... Sarota's plan worked easily.

Pulling out the long sword and waving it a few times, the things that belonged to the rank of the aristocratic private soldier were naturally much better than the works of the small workshop, and in terms of quality, the "ancestral" hammer used by Rohar next to him was the same as the one that should be thrown into the trash. These things pleased the chieftain, and made him more greedy for what the human had to have, and the chief quickly agreed to Sarota's request to send more wolf cavalry to use. He stared at the sword, and his mind was already thinking about his army being armed with all these weapons.