Camp Sola River. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The orderlies quickly cooked the food, the food was dry food, a part of the oats was ground into powder, mixed with jerky, and the meat bones were boiled in water to get a pot of delicious oat broth.

With dry jerky, it can quickly fill the stomach.

The nutrition of the jerky thing is good, and it can fill the stomach, but the taste is not good, and the taste is very rough. Moreover, this thing is a mass-produced munitions, in this technologically backward magical world, the management and processing methods are very rough, if it is not for the delicious oat broth, it is estimated that few people can gnaw on it.

"Mage Ifgar, please wait and place a magical cordon around the camp. Arnold took a bowl of oatmeal broth and handed it to the resting archmagician.

"Battalion Commander, this is my duty. Ivgar got up and responded politely, took the broth over, and gulped it down, for whom he was satisfied with the attitude of the battalion commander.

Seeing that Ivgarh had accepted his kindness, Arnold walked out of the camp with a few soldiers, and then climbed to the big tree near the camp that had been left as an observation post, and looked at the trees in the distance.

"Look there, sir, yes, there's a camp. "It was the sniper archer in the camp who spoke, and he had very good eyes.

Arnold followed his direction, squinted for a long time, and then saw a camp made of trees and thatch in the dense woods in the distance, and faintly, a few shaggy, gray figures could be seen.

"What's that, goblins?" Arnold frowned.

"No, my lord, it's the kobold of the Sola River, these guys have a nose as a dog, a belly as big as a bear, and eat everything, especially meat. I heard that many passers-by have disappeared in this area, and they should have been caught and eaten. The archer looked disgusted.

Kobolds, a native humanoid creature with a jackal's head and a human body, roar like a jackal's voice, they have low intelligence, and at the same time they are very strong, like to live in groups, and are ferocious carnivores.

Arnold thought for a moment and decided, "Well, these kobolds are indeed very hateful. But we still have a task now, as long as they don't mess with us. When we're done, if we have time, we can stop by and clean it up. ”

"Yes, sir. The soldiers nodded.

"And. Arnold groaned, pondering his memories of the kobold.

These creatures are the same intelligent creatures as humans are native to Nantes, but they are still in the age of uncivilized tribes, and the soldiers are right, these creatures have an unusual love for meat. It is precisely because of this that the body of kobold people is generally strong, with a height of about more than one meter eight, great strength, and generally above the second order.

Some kobolds have special talents and become rare kobold mages.

They like to hold a large wooden mallet when fighting, and they can smash the bones of an ordinary person all over their body with a single mallet. For this blunt weapon attack, the armor's defense capabilities are not very ideal.

What's even more terrifying is that this group of kobolds is especially fond of night attacks when attacking the enemy, and if this group of guys attacks his camp, although they can repel their opponents with the help of the camp's fortifications, they will definitely lose manpower, which is not what Arnold wants. In his opinion, every soldier is very precious.

Thinking of this, Arnold approached Ifgar again and said, "Just in case, Archmage Ifgar. Let's make a trap. That's what we do......"

When Arnold finished speaking, Ivgar nodded, did not speak, and followed Fergordon into action, setting traps around the camp.

After a lot of work, the trap was completed and the sky was completely dark. Arnold set up a night guard in the camp again, and only then did he have free time.

When he returned to the camp, he saw that the light was on in Ifgar's tent, and he walked over softly, and asked the shield warrior who was guarding him, and knew that Ifgar was studying the magic book, so he told the shield warrior not to be disturbed.

Then, he lightly returned to his tent and lay down, long sigh of relief, this day has passed, but it is really fulfilling, thinking back to the experience of the day, he feels that he has grown a lot, but it is still not enough, many times, he is still weak in his heart, what to do, how to do it, there is no spectrum in his heart...... No, I can't rest, I still have to read!

He had just been lying down for a while, and immediately turned over again, lit the oil lamp in the tent, took out the military book, and began to study it in combination with the experience of the day.

He knew that although his goal was to become the supreme and noble god of war, Rege's words made him understand that it was not enough for a god of war to have force alone.

Here, no matter how strong a person is, he can only become a reckless warrior, but if he can lead an army to become an invincible army that wins a hundred battles, he is an invincible commander, and he can create immortal feats and become a legendary hero.

In this way, time flew by, and before he knew it, it was late at night, and just as Arnold was fascinated by it, a strange laugh suddenly came from the night outside the camp, and then he heard the shouts of the night watchmen: "There is an enemy attack!"

"Enemy attack!" shouted from the side of the camp.

At the same moment, Arnold received a message from the system.

Trigger Mission: Encounter!

Content: Lead your soldiers to defeat the invading enemy.

Rewards: 2000 experience points, +1 charisma

Arnold was stunned, the description of this mission was so simple, but it was a sudden mission, which is rare.

Strange is strange, but now the situation is urgent, Arnold has no time to think about it, he put down the military book in his hand, blows out the light, takes his weapon and rushes out of the camp.

As soon as he got out, Arnold saw that the camp was already in disarray, and in the dim light of the campfire, he saw soldiers crawling out of the tents in a daze, some were already running around the camp, some were not awake, some were shouting: "Where, where is the enemy?"

A mess.

Only Miles was loudly organizing his own brigade, and dozens of people were already following him, this gloomy and thin man, obviously more capable than the others.

Arnold's eyes lit up, Fergordon is a warrior who is fit to charge, and Myers is a general. Hunter can only be regarded as a villain with aspirations.

Outside the camp, there was a constant howl that resembled laughter, a sound that Arnold was familiar with and was the kobold's signature roar.

I'm really afraid of anything, and this group of dogs really doesn't stop.

The scene was too chaotic to go on like this, Arnold immediately rushed a few steps forward, to the campfire in the center of the camp, and then gathered his magic and shouted: "Soldiers, assemble!"