The night was not peaceful. {with}{dream} щ{suimеng][lā}

Far away in the northern part of the Norma Mountains, more than 6,000 kilometers away from the port of Flying Fish, on a wide road, a fierce battle is unfolding.

Yunero had become a hideous figure covered in crimson scales, and with a scimitar in his left hand and a battle axe in his right, he roared and leaped from the cliff into the midst of the thracian soldiers, roaring and spinning as if he had become a whirlwind of steel, invincible everywhere he went. As long as they were swept by his weapons, the Thracian soldiers were not killed or wounded, even those who were stronger, they could not withstand the unparalleled strange power after the triple madness, and they were beaten to the ground and could not stand.

But the Thracian army was outnumbered, and naturally there were masters among them. Soon several particularly strong men stood up, one by one, wearing heavy armor and armed with heavy weapons such as axes and hammers, besieging from all sides and withstanding Younero's attack.

A good man is hard to beat with two fists, and if he is one-on-one, Yunero can naturally easily clean up these guys. But one fights six or seven, even if he has tried his best, he can only barely suppress the other party, and it is absolutely impossible to defeat the other party.

But he was not alone, and immediately after him, one after another figures disguised as vine branches jumped down from the cliff, all of them were fully armed, and many of them had weapons in their hands and armor shining with magic, and their strength was even more outstanding. In the face of Thracian soldiers, almost everyone was able to take down their opponents with one or two moves, and by taking advantage of being caught off guard, the Thracians were quite embarrassed.

These were the guerrillas led by Yunero. Originally, they were supposed to continue training for a while, but because the battle situation of the Norma defense line was too urgent, Duke Norma couldn't wait, so he had to send them out in advance.

They had only one task at the moment, which was to strike as hard as possible on the supply lines of the Thracians. By destroying logistics, the Thracian army could not launch an offensive, delaying the course of the war as much as possible.

Although everyone knows that the outcome of this war, or at least this battle in the mountains of Norma, is already clear. But for Duke Norma, even if he can only delay for one more day, he can transfer more people and materials, and he can also have more say in the high-level meeting of the Molai Federation.

Don't look at the fact that he will lose his territory after this battle, but as long as he transfers enough assets and the loss of wealth is not large, it will not affect the strength of the Norma family. What's more, he dragged the mighty Thracians for so long, and no one could criticize him for anything.

For Yunero and them, the support given by Duke Norma is absolutely strong. Almost all of the excellent enchanted equipment is complete, and with the intensive training some time ago, each of them has been built into a powerful weapon of war.

And among the guerrillas, Yunero was not the only master.

Harley the Bear and Redding the Lion roared together, their bodies growing larger at the same time, and they swung their weapons and sent several Thracian soldiers in front of them flying.

Both of them were berserkers, and their attacks were extremely powerful, not much worse than Yunero. The two joined forces, and the Thracian army could not withstand the front at all, coupled with the follow-up of other comrades, as well as the cold arrows that kept shooting from the overhead, this Thracian transport team was quickly broken down and demoralized.

When the morale of an army collapses, all that remains is one-sided killing.

Instead of wasting time chasing down the Thracian soldiers who had already fled in all directions, Yunero opened the vehicle they were escorting and examined it.

"Mainly grain and grass. Ranger Mavi said.

"The old rule, how much you can transport, how much you can transport, what you can't transport, poison!" Yune Ruo waved his hand and said coldly.

The fighters of the guerrillas immediately took out their storage props and loaded as much food as they could. They brought special large storage tools, and after a while, dozens of grain trucks were already half empty. Naturally, the rest could not be transported away, so the female shaman, Tarona, intervened and contaminated the food with plague, turning them into a dangerous source of disease.

Tarona is not a traverser, this shaman from the southern coastal swamps of Morai is a remote talent, and she is very average in everything else, except for the extremely good at plague arts. Not only was her plague technique extremely difficult to dispel, but it also had a side effect - even if multiple mid-level or even high-ranking priests joined forces and held a long prayer ritual to completely remove the plague, the texture of the food would be severely damaged in the process of purging.

This kind of damage does not make the food uningenabled, but in terms of taste...... Anyway, after eating it once, no one wants to recall its taste. Even Mavi, a ranger who is good at surviving in the wilderness and often tastes all kinds of homemade dark dishes, says, "No, I really can't eat this" - as he says this, he is still trying to vomit, trying to vomit out the things he just swallowed with his nose.

After the actual verification, Yunero changed his plan to burn the grain and grass, and whenever he had the opportunity, he let the shaman cast a spell to pollute the grain and grass as much as possible.

The army needs morale to fight. There are not too many iron men who can eat this kind of terrifying food that can bring down the macho men in the dark culinary world, and they can still fight with high morale.

So it is better to destroy these grains and make them military rations for the Thracians.

Tarona's magical ritual was a little lengthy, she used the corpses of the Thracian soldiers who had just died as casting materials, sprinkled the shredded corpses on the grain trucks with blood, and took off her clothes, revealing her skinny body, circling around the grain carts, waving her bone staff in her hand, chanting incantations that would make people feel a headache after listening to them, and kneeling on the ground from time to time, worshipping something she didn't know.

It was more than half an hour before her ritual was completely over, and the smell of rotting was so disgusting that even if you smell it from afar, you would want to vomit out all the overnight meal.

Seeing the end of the ceremony, Mavi, who was in charge of watching the wind, put his fingers into his mouth and whistled, accompanied by a long whistle, a fierce tiger with white fur and black patterns, and a pair of terrifying fangs roared, but did not approach, only roared twice from a distance.

"There are no enemies nearby. "But it smells so bad!"

"Alright, we're done and gone!"

"Well, leave these dark dishes to the Thracians. ”

"Do they actually eat them, you say?"

"I wonder if it's impossible, this smell is so bad, what pastor can stand it?"

"But doesn't the news from the front say that the Thracian army is running out of food? ”

"Don't insult the bugs!

"Damn, have you really eaten insects?

"Of course you can find what to eat in the wilderness, but bugs don't taste as bad as you think. ”

"This forces me to give nine points, and deduct one point for fear that you will be proud. ”

A group of people talked and laughed and walked away, leaving behind a bloody battlefield, shrouded in the rancid stench of terror.

As for how the Thracian reinforcements will react to the sight of these terrible "grains" when the Thracian reinforcements arrive, that's none of their business.