April 15, the Nehemian steppe.

The cloudless grasslands have long since warmed up, and new grass is all over the mountains. At this time, it is the season for the growth and reproduction of livestock, which is commonly known as the "development period".

However, for the "Hammer of Rohar" tribe, after being attacked by Roddy last year and losing the clever witch doctor Sarota, the entire tribe quickly took a sharp turn for the worse, and there was no sign of "development".

Chief Rohar's dull head thought that the continued invasion and plunder would restore the vitality of the Fù tribe, but he didn't expect... Today's degraded tribes with scarce food and clothing can no longer sustain the risky predatory battles.

However, for Chief Rohar, such a problem is not a "problem", and the aggressiveness in the bones of orcs makes them most like the pleasure of "getting something for nothing" when harvesting the fruits of others, and therefore... He obeyed his first witch doctor, "Busar", and gave a death order to the tribe: grab enough food, hoard more troops, and invade more tribes!

As one of Busar's subordinates, the witch doctor Zulanda was driven by the order at this time to take thirty orcs to raid the villages belonging to the "Broken Hand Tribe" near the territory.

But just when he thought there would be a fierce battle, the orcs who were exploring the way ahead discovered the fact that the village had been attacked by another force within half an hour.

The corpses of the "Broken Hand Tribe" herdsmen lay across the meadows, and the smell of blood came to the face, but the cattle and sheep were gone, apparently looted.

"Check the traces! They must not have gone far! ”

Zulanda was very unhappy in his heart, he pulled the smelly leather jacket on his body, and ordered to the subordinates beside him: "Be quick!" Delay the matter of Chief Rohar, you will wait for death! ”

The brutality of the orcs is not only reflected in their movements, but the witch doctor's speaking style is also a microcosm of their savage thinking...

However, when the words fell, there was a sudden movement in the tent in front of them, and Zulanda's men hurriedly clenched their weapons and made a fighting gesture in a low voice, but then they found that the figure who came out of the tent seemed to be a little familiar...

"Zulanda Witch Doctor, I haven't seen you for many days."

With muffled words, a shirtless Sauron strode in front of the orcs. And behind him, followed by a group of soldiers covered in blood... Apparently, they had just slaughtered all the orcs in the village.

"Zoro!?"

Zulanda's face changed, and he gritted his teeth and said, "You are still alive?" It seems that the bitter cold of winter did not teach you a lesson..."

Because of his outstanding ability, Sauron was always ostracized and suppressed by a group of witch doctors after Sarota's death, and finally hid almost as "exiled" to the edge of the steppe - and Zulanda was the most active promoter of them.

When the enemies met, Sauron didn't pose as a "red-eyed", he was wearing the simple linen pants, and his entire upper body was covered with healed scars... This fierce posture invisibly brought unspeakable pressure to Zulanda: several times in the orc kingdom, the witch doctor who dared to fight on the front line was probably the only one who dared to fight on the front line.

"Thanks to you guys, I'm not having a good time." Zoro walked calmly, carrying a black iron rod in his hand, and came to a short distance in front of Zulanda very casually, "It seems that Rohar is preparing to expand his forces again?" ”

"The chief's decision, you are not qualified to make irresponsible comments." Zulanda replied in a tough tone, and then waved his hand: "Don't talk nonsense, hand over everything you have grabbed." ”

Sauron didn't make any moves, his rocky muscles trembled slightly, as if he was holding back some feelings, and after his gaze swept over Zulanda, he said in a deep voice: "It will not benefit the tribe to continue to plunder like this. ”

"Tell the Witch Doctor Busar about this, I'm not interested in hearing your nonsense."

Zulanda sneered, but her heart grew more and more disdainful - now that Busar had become the "number one witch doctor" of the tribe, no matter how powerful Sauron was, he could not threaten his position.

He strode towards the camp and waved at his men around him, "Take the things!" Hurry up! I'm not interested in wasting time here, you..."

He stopped in amazement, and found Zoro holding up his hand to stop him.

"Let me find Bousar?"

As he spoke, a head was thrown out by Sauron's men, and Gollum rolled to the ground in front of Zulanda.

The witch doctor looked at him suspiciously, then his face changed instantly, he took three or four steps back in horror, and sat down on the ground...

The ground is covered with dirt and grass clippings, and it is the head of the Witch Doctor of Busar!

"You, you, you..."

Zulanda opened his mouth, but an elemental hum interrupted him—

"Buzz!"

The elemental hammer appeared in the air, and Zoro looked at Zulanda who stood still, and waved the heavy "Skull Crusher" with an expressionless face.

"Uhh

The deformed and cracked corpse fragments flew out in a scattered manner, and the popping sound made Zulanda's men completely stunned in place.

Under the influence of the "Bloodthirsty Technique", the tall Sauron slowly walked towards the remaining orcs with the heavy chain hammer...

"A bunch of brainless idiots who will only drag everyone into the abyss."

The hammer ploughed a deep mark on the ground, declaring its staggering weight... And the anger that had been suppressed in Sauron's heart for three months.

For three months, he was almost in a desperate situation, but in the end, with inhuman perseverance, he led all his subordinates through it, and now - he has officially embarked on his own path of revenge.

Moreover... No one can stop you.

******

The southwestern end of the Cullen Kingdom, Brill Forest.

As the southernmost part of the kingdom, it was already "hot" in April, and the humid forests seemed to be raining endlessly—and after a great battle in such an environment, whoever looked as if they had just fallen into the water, the wolves were tight.

"Death confirmed!"

"Death confirmed!"

"Poof—"

The sound of a long sword piercing into the flesh sounded, followed by the sound of an urn: "Death confirmed." ”

A white-clad combat squad is reporting the results of the battle in the rainforest.

The fierce battle that had just taken place was over, and all twelve members of the "Rosicrucifixion" survived, while none of the enemies escaped, and all of them were "purified".

In the eyes of the common people, the "religious struggle" seems to be limited to verbal attacks and accusations, but few people can know the real bloodshed behind it - the extreme religion of the "Pit Viper Cross" has become more and more fierce in the south of the kingdom, and has frequent conflicts with the "Rosicrucius", so now nearly 100 teams have been sent here to start a retaliatory attack on the infidels who are active in the shadows.

It was a merciless battle without any mercy.

"Count and return to the outpost."

When some cold voices sounded, these soldiers who were panting and resting stood up almost reflexively and replied collectively: "Yes!" ”

Their armor and robes were covered with blood and dirt, their faces were covered with mud marks, and their bodies were so tired that they didn't even want to move... However, these Templars never disobeyed the captain's orders.

During the two months of face-to-face fighting with the infidels, they were the only team that had not lost their numbers, and their captain was a great contributor to such a feud.

After the order, the white light followed, and the originally exhausted soldiers suddenly felt that their bodies had recovered a lot, and they looked at the back of the person who was already walking at the front of the team, and their eyes were full of indescribable awe...

When all the teams first arrived in the south to carry out their missions, the "captain" in front of them was just an inconspicuous priest among countless soldiers - as a woman, she would always be discriminated against in a war that belonged to men, but a week after the local conflict broke out, everyone changed their minds about this priest.

In several encounters, she led her team to kill the toughest enemies, capture the strongest positions, and become the undisputed master of the battlefield!

Her achievements made everyone no longer dare to despise this young pastor with a cold face.

For her contributions, she was promoted to captain and immediately annihilated all enemies in the next twelve encounters - in this hidden battlefield, she began to earn a prominent nickname among her enemies and allies:

"White Scythe".

She doesn't like to talk, but she doesn't make people feel cold. It's just that the thing that everyone has experienced the most is the amazing growth rate of this captain... and her inadvertent sadness.

There was always sorrow between the captain's eyebrows, and someone plucked up the courage to ask, but never got an answer. And after each battle, the captain always stood on the edge of the battlefield, looking at the qiē in front of her, as if softly telling something to someone hidden in her heart.

Whenever this happens, she always rubs a bone dice in her hand.

******

Beneath the calm exterior of the kingdom lies an unknown undercurrent, and no one in the far west knows that a city that has survived in the epic of annihilation has reappeared and been appropriated by a young man named "Roddy".

And in the village of Mogra, the farmers who work all day are not even aware of the conflict between the kingdom's borders and the orcs.

At this moment, Neffie is playing with Sam's sheepdog with a cheerful step, and she has forgotten the sadness of her mother's departure for a while with a smile on her face, and in the past three months, the young Neffie has gradually adapted to life under Uncle Sam's care.

She would recite the tome every day as her mother asked, but more often than not, she would like to stand at the westernmost edge of the village, looking out at the path in the distance—so that when she was there, she would be the first in the village to know that she was back.

However, after disappointment after disappointment, Camilla was also a little disheartened, she held the fluffy sheepdog, stared at the sky, and imagined where her mother might be now...

As she was thinking, Nephie suddenly heard a conversation coming from her—she hurriedly got up and looked at her in some surprise, but then pursed her mouth in disappointment.

The person who came was not the mother.

She casually swept over the five gray-brown robed travelers, her eyebrows curled slightly, as if pondering the identities of these guys... The other party saw Naifei and met his eyes, and after some feelings were deeply hidden, the middle-aged man who started his head came to a red-haired little girl and asked loudly, "May I ask what kind of place is this?" If I want to find the village chief, how should I go? ”

Neffie didn't do anything out of the ordinary, and after pointing the way in a tender voice, she muttered something strange as she watched the group walk towards the village, "The light on these guys is so strange..."

I couldn't figure it out, so Nephie stopped thinking about it, and she lay on her back on the bundle of straw, looking at the blue sky and white clouds, and hummed a song carefree...

This day is April 16th.

At the same time, Roddy's team had just arrived at the Sola outpost.