There is a saying that when the battle is won, the trouble really begins.

This was a bit of a pretense, but now the traversers were in favor of it.

Because, they feel that it is very troublesome now, and the trouble is big in the end.

The Thracian expeditionary force that attempted to invade Tara Khan was defeated, and the cavalry troops fled in disarray, as did the necromantic masters, leaving only the inchmen, who had lost their minds, to stay where they were, waiting for the traversers to fall.

So the question arises, what should these thousands of people do?

"What should I do? "These are not necessarily young, but they are still quite strong, and they are all laborers!" and although they have lost some before, it is estimated that there are at least 7,000 people." Seven thousand laborers are sent to the door, do you want to refuse?"

Sanyu nodded: "I will definitely accept it, but the problem is...... How do I bring it back?"

"If you open the map, it's about 300 kilometers from here to the nearest village. It's not a long road, and we run as hard as we can, and most of us can get there before dinner. But they can't, at their pace, at least fifteen to twenty days!"

"Fifteen to twenty days is not a long time. "If you're worried about military rations, you don't have to. I have already seen it just now, and they still have a lot of military rations left, and even if the military rations are insufficient, our northern border will have a bumper harvest of cassava this year, and a large amount of dried cassava will be stored in reserve, which will be enough for them to eat. ”

The panda couldn't help but roll his eyes when he heard this—this guy Locke had clearly pulled these 7,000 people to the north.

(Brother, it's not your job to divide the spoils, you're too greedy!)

"The problem is not here, it's ...... Now that they're like this, if no one is responsible for giving orders, they probably won't even be able to eat. Sanyu sighed, "We need to crack the way to command them, and then we need to have enough people left to command—the latter is the key." ”

Locke was stunned for a moment, finally understanding the reason for his sad face.

Due to the influence of magic and secret potions, this group of Thracian infantry has basically lost the ability to think for themselves, and has become walking corpses who can only carry out orders. If you want to control their movements, you need someone to be in constant command. That means...... Even if the traversers worked together, each of them would have to command an average of thirty or forty people.

Moreover, it was absolutely impossible for the traversers to do this together, and the battle was just over, and many of the homecoming factions had already left in a hurry, and only fifty or sixty people remained on the battlefield, and each of them had to command more than a hundred people to go.

One man commanded more than a hundred men and led them on a long journey through all the ruggedness of the road to the hinterland of Tara Khan...... Just thinking about it makes Locke feel a little headache.

"I knew it earlier...... We should wait for them to rush near the village before we do it. A traverser sighed, "Now like this, I have put the trouble on my back!"

"Yes! 7,000 people!"

"The point is not that there are many people, but that they are complete fools...... To take so many fools to trek through mountains and rivers and walk back thousands of miles...... Oh my God, a thunderbolt will kill me!"

"President, I have a stomachache, can I take a sick leave?"

In the midst of the chaos, several more people ran away.

Sanyu's face was pale, but there was no way - no one wanted to do this kind of thing. Even if it is himself, he is actually a little retreating in his heart, and he is really not good-looking, so he has to fight to the end.

Fortunately, there are only a few who are not righteous, and in the end, there are still twenty-nine left—thirty, in fact, if you say that you can only stay here for a short time, and the lizardmen forces in the South China Sea still want him at the helm.

Speaking of which, he was also very unhappy, he originally wanted to come to a big battle, but the big war turned out to be a big war, but it was the huge Earth Walking Dragon who was in charge of the battle, and except for a few long-ranged others, the melee department almost didn't even get a decent chance to shoot, and it was really boring.

But there is no way to be depressed, the battle is over.

It didn't take long for the battlefield to be cleared. In this battle, the traversers (and their animal companions) killed more than 700 Thracian soldiers—all infantry, not a single cavalryman. Nearly 100 people were seriously injured, exactly 200 were slightly injured but needed urgent treatment, and the rest of the people who were not injured were already slightly injured but did not affect their movements, a total of 6,509 people.

In addition, they also captured twenty-three captives of necromantic forces, all of whom were necromancers, all of whom specialized in control and wind spells. These guys were all in the front position, and they didn't have time to escape, so they had to hide on the ground and pretend to be dead. Their technique of pretending to be dead corpses is actually really good, but there are "judges" in the traverser who are comparable to Brother Monkey's fiery eyes in the face of evil demons, let alone pretending to be dead corpses, even if they are really dead, their corpses will be recognized at a glance.

So none of them escaped, and all of them became captives. The ropes that had been baptized with divine power were tied in a string, and one by one they hung their heads and waited to fall.

Sanyu immediately chose to interrogate them and ask about the way to control this group of Thracian infantry. The necromancers didn't have any backbone at all, so they didn't need to be punished at all, and they just told everything they knew like pouring beans from a bamboo tube.

It turns out that they are subordinates of a force called "The Walking Dead Wasteland" in the necromantic world, which is best at mass-producing walking dead who have no intelligence and only know how to simply carry out orders, and they are professional "walking dead commanders" who have been specially trained since their apprenticeship and have no other expertise other than controlling the walking dead and escaping.

Hearing them say this, the traversers immediately reacted - isn't this the "necromantic master" in the necromantic profession!

This class is not very good in both offense and defense, and its support ability is also very average, and the advantage is that it can control a large number of necromancy, which belongs to an alternative summoner. However, the "Reckless Piercing the Earth" guild does not have players for this class, because this class is a well-known obscene single-player class, which is completely contrary to keywords such as recklessness, hot-bloodedness, and positive positive, and does not conform to their aesthetics.

They are still very familiar with this profession - in the regular competitions of the game, there are always a few such obscene experts among the top 100 masters every time, such as Yunero and Panda, who will not miss every competition, and I don't know how many times I have fought with them.

"What's the use of them?" asked Anka, who usually finds someone to lead and practice, and then goes down to the dungeon, and knows almost nothing about various professions, especially those that are not available in the guild.

The panda didn't think about it, and immediately replied: "They are all a group of shameless coercions, one counts as one, and they are all dragged out to death, and there is no unjust, false and wrongful case!"

Hearing this, the originally pale faces of the captured necromancers suddenly turned pale......