Link couldn't believe his ears, he led the team to attack the gnoll's camp on the front foot, and the gnoll copied his lair on the back foot, is the gnoll priest the current military god?

"Where are you out of camp?, is the news exact?" Link asked, a little anxiously.

The commune now occupies two camps, one is the previous orc camp, the other is the rocky mountain people village of Toucheng, Link scattered the members of the commune and resettled them separately, about 500 Bedai people brought from the desert, more than 500 mountain people from the rockland village of Toucheng, and the scattered mountain people who have defected to the commune in recent days and the lords of many rock barons of the former Cormier, there are nearly 500 people, and they are just integrated into three production teams, two production teams are in the orc camp, one is in the original mountain people's village, and more than 300 orcs and goblin slaves who have been recently captured are also imprisoned in the orc camp。

Balusava said what Link didn't want to hear: "It's the camp where Niata is! The gnolls' camp is gone, only a group of old and young remains, and I tortured several old gnolls, who have been walking from the other side of the mountain road for half a day!"

Link was stunned when he heard this, and now he has brought out all the main forces of battle, and the few militia teams in the commune have basically been transferred to more remote mountain villages, although there are many people in the orc camp, most of them have little combat effectiveness, and they have to allocate a large number of people to take care of the orc slaves, and they have almost no resistance in the face of the attack of the jackals.

Link's previous plan was to end the battle here as quickly as possible, leaving the orc camp in a state of almost undefended, and now Link has to bear the bitter consequences.

The most terrible thing is that the orc camp has all the recent achievements of the commune, the newly made iron-making furnace, the hydraulic forging hammer converted from the original blower, the refractory bricks that are still in the experimental stage, the charcoal kiln outside the camp, if these things are damaged by the invasion of the jackals, the commune will need to spend a lot of manpower and energy to recover, and the camp still has two-thirds of the current population of the commune and all the alien slaves, if the commune suffers heavy losses in this battle, it will be almost impossible for Link to make a plan before.

"How many gnolls are there?" Link asked calmly.

"Three hundred gnolls, a hundred wolves, more than a hundred orc slave soldiers. ”

Hearing Balusahua's words, Link frowned, there were so many wolves in the team of the Gnolls, the strength was beyond Link's expectations, the conventional strength of the two sides, the commune almost had no advantage, this was still in the case of calculating this batch of orc mercenaries, otherwise with only these manpower on Link's hands, it was not the opponent of the Jackals at all, which made Link even more determined to seize the time to expand his strength.

But fortunately, his side still has some advantages in terms of high-level combat power, looking at Link's expectant gaze, Balusawa said dryly: "The chief of the gnolls is probably a high-level warrior, and the priest should only be a middle-level priest according to the description of those old gnolls, and there are no more noteworthy characters in the tribe, so I can deal with it alone." ”

Hearing Balushahua's words, Link breathed a sigh of relief: "Then you immediately teleport back to the camp, I will immediately bring people back, you assist Niata to resist the attack of the jackals, let's have a central flowering tactic." ”

Balusa shook her head solemnly, and said in a somewhat gloomy voice, "I didn't prepare the teleportation technique, and I didn't bring a scroll. ”

Staring at Balusahua's delicate white porcelain mask, the corners of Link's mouth twitched, as a high-level mage, Balusava actually did not prepare the necessary teleportation technique to save his life, and he did not even carry the scroll of the teleportation technique, which made Link's heart blazing, and forcibly endured the anger and anxiety in his heart, Link thought about the feasible way now, and then Link understood the reason for the anxiety in his heart, and realized that there was something in the camp that he didn't want to lose - Niata.

After thinking about it, Link gritted his teeth and said, "Then the two of us will fly back first, and the other personnel will rush back at full speed!"

Glancing at the orc mercenary captain, who kept his eyes wandering, Link threatened, "If something happens to me, Revaran will be angry." Looking at the orc mercenary captain who nodded again and again, Link was secretly vigilant in his heart, believing that these orc mercenaries were Link's choice in desperation, the orcs were only loyal to Link under the strong orders of Revaran, and they had almost no loyalty to Link, even if the orc officers and ogre overseers sent by Revaran were still obedient to orders, but the ordinary orc mercenaries were almost all born in the rocks, and there was still a little incense with the various tribes in the rocks, and in the current situation, they could only resign themselves to fate.

Link's team, only the Chieftain Guard equipped with desert heavy war horses is the fastest, Link can be said to have done his best to this small guard, the members are all liberated Bedai slaves from the Santarin camp, although the members are not strong, but the loyalty to Link is extremely high, and now it is also equipped with the newly made plate armor made by the commune with a hydraulic forging hammer, although the technical level is not high, the plate armor with too high carbon content is a little brittle, and the surface is also potholed and tattered, but the protection is also above the level of Faerun, with a high-speed charging war horse, the impact power should not be underestimated。

The rest of the group could not have expected them to arrive quickly, the terrain of the desert camel caravan rocks was very unsuitable for the climate north of Cormier, and the warrior camel cavalry was now completely reduced to camel-ridden infantry, and the mountain infantry without mounts at all was even slower.

After a few words of advice to the loyal guards, Link rode on Hope and flew with Balusa in the direction of the camp.

At the same time, on the outskirts of the camp, the creepy wolf howls continued to sound, and the charcoal kiln set up by the commune on the outskirts of the camp ignited a fire, reflecting half of the sky red, and several of the commune overseers who had not had time to escape were escorted by the jackals to the wall, and several wolves swarmed up and devoured fresh flesh and blood amid the screams of the overseers.

Niata looked at the men, women and children trembling on the wall, and the militia in front of the wooden fence where the orc slaves were held, holding spears and nervously confronting the alien slaves, and then at the dense gnoll and wolf under the wall, and listening to the wolf howls that kept coming out of her ears, Niata bit her lip and looked into the distance hopefully, but lowered her head in disappointment.

The pale-faced Niata took out a teleportation scroll in her arms, which her teacher had brought from outside the desert, and even Link didn't know that Niata was hiding it.

"He won't blame me, he can't win at all. Ignoring the whispers in the ears of the few apprentice priests around her, Niata trembled as she prepared to activate the scroll, as a mage who was about to advance to a sixth-level mage, it would not be difficult to successfully cast a teleportation spell with the scroll.

The gnolls below seemed to begin to roast the stumps of the members, and with the familiar smell, Njata stopped what she was doing.

The smell of burning human fat in the air, the shivering figure hiding in the tent, the high-frequency flapping of the spider-eaters' wings, the roars and screams of the warriors on both sides, the red of blood, the heat of the sun, the constant rush of memories, the burnt face of Zacia, and finally the slap Link had given to himself in the old priest's tent.

Niata took the scroll back into her arms and took a deep breath.

I don't want to run away, I don't want to run anymore.