The human forces entrenched in the brownland hills are complex, and there are outlaws who have fled to the area wanted by local lords, such as the Sician thieves who were annihilated in Istalen. There are also down-and-out aristocratic privateers who have failed in the ******** and have no place to stand, as well as smugglers and wanderers. All in all, not a good person.

One of the most basic principles of human beings who can survive in the brown soil hills is to be ruthless enough, to be ruthless enough to the enemy, and to be ruthless enough to themselves, otherwise there is no way to survive. For these vicious undead, deterrence by force alone is far from enough to make them give up the fat that is sent to their mouths.

They don't take their own lives seriously, and naturally they don't care about other people's casualties. To deal with this kind of hyena-like dead skin and entanglement, El also has a special way to deal with it, that is, to be more ruthless than them.

Although he is a general, El has never learned any upright chivalry, and just in time for the recent bad mood, all the factors combined have become tyrannical to horse thieves.

The Scout and Reconnaissance ability of the Isttalon troops was far ten times stronger than that of their counterparts in the Southern Army, and they had already discovered the movement of the horse thieves, and quietly arranged a trap to eat this wave of horse thieves in one bite. But El also knew that this kind of result was not beyond the expectations of the big people who lurked behind the scenes.

This troop of horse thieves was sent out to make the first bird, and the real role was to send them to death, and to probe the reality of the team's guard force. At the beginning of the battle, El noticed a peeking gaze in the distance. The natives of the brownland hills have an extremely talented talent for robbery, and whatever the reaction of the Isttalon forces, even if it is only a difference in the method of killing, they can judge a lot of useful information.

Since they wanted to see it so much, El certainly didn't mind leaving them a generous gift. He deliberately stayed and spent a little more time, cutting off all the horse thieves, both hands and feet, dead or alive, and cutting off their heads and piling them into a pile, pouring fire oil and setting them on fire. Thick, foul-smelling black smoke rose into the sky, signaling its arrival like a beacon.

After leading the cavalry around the area to make sure that the peeps had left, Elle relented and returned to the ranks of the exiles.

It is not known how much of a deterrent these cruel methods had on the thieves, but there was a considerable reaction among the exiles who also witnessed the sight. When El, who exuded a murderous aura, returned to the group, the children in the neighborhood immediately screamed and scattered.

A little girl, only six or seven years old, with a runny nose, accidentally fell to the ground while running away, right in front of El's horse. When she turned around and saw the killer jumping off his horse and walking towards her, she burst into tears.

"I'm sorry, sir!" the little girl's brother ran back and hugged his sister tightly. Although he was only twelve or thirteen years old, and he was so frightened that he trembled, he still bravely stood in front of his sister and wanted to hug her away.

"Did you see me kill, little ghost?" El asked, crouching down, looking the boy in the eye, a sinister smile on the corner of his mouth, and holding out his finger to point to the black smoke billowing behind him.

"Yes, sir!" the boy's eyes showed fear, and he subconsciously turned his head, not daring to meet El's murderous eyes, but his hand still firmly grasped his sister's arm.

"Do you know why I killed?" El continued with a stiff face.

"Yes, my lord!" the boy cracked his mouth and tried to smile worse than crying, "You're protecting us, my lord!"

Just listening to this way of answering the question, you can know that the boy's father must have been a soldier, and he was a rather old-fashioned soldier, otherwise the child would not have been raised like this. He was fearful, but he was strong and calm, and that was the hope of the next generation of Istalen.

"Very well, little ghost, remember this method of killing. El patted him on the head and smiled, "If one day we all die, you will have to protect your sister on your own!"

"I understand, sir!" the boy's expression looked like he was about to pee, but he nodded firmly.

Elha laughed, stopped teasing the child, and led his mount forward. Although the battle is over, he still has unfinished business.

When he insisted on rushing back to Istalen, he didn't think much about Lolana's feelings, which annoyed the eldest lady and threw a tantrum with him from then on. By the time El returned, Lolana had regained control of the Grey Goblins, driving him out of the wagon along with the kobolds who were eating and leaving them to fend for themselves.

Although he said that women were really troublesome and pretended not to care, El actually had a little weakness. He wanted to wait for a while before going over to ease the atmosphere, but the kobold who had lost the power to eat was much more anxious than him, and he did not hesitate to use the divination results to coerce and lure him, forcing him to bow his head to Lolana and admit his mistake.

El was originally dismissive of kobolds' divination, but after the Tika incident, he had to take the prophecy of the god stick seriously. According to the Apache divination, the dangers of the brownland hills were far more terrible than the Exiles' Council had predicted, and it was a time when everyone had to put aside their past grievances and stick together to get through it.

Although I don't know how much alarmism there is in this, I can only believe it at this time. Those horse thieves are not afraid of death, and they can't ask much information from their mouths, but whether this information is valuable or not needs to be carefully judged by Luo Lana, the behind-the-scenes military advisor.

As he approached the carriage, the head chef of the grey goblin who was driving the carriage immediately covered his nose and screamed, "The gods are on top! What does this smell like? Oh my God, Mr. El, are you rolling into the dung heap and leaving? Don't come here!

"It's the smell of those horse thieves. El frowned and raised his hand to sniff it, he was covered in the flesh of a horse thief, and the smell was indeed a little disgusting. However, when he used to hunt, the smell of those beasts was not much better than this, so he could barely bear it.

"It is said that many horse thieves worship the nomadic god Madara, bathe only twice in their lives at birth and death, and some use the smell of their bodies as a weapon. Does Mister Mofiel want to learn their customs too?" came Lorana's voice from the carriage.

"I wonder how long it's been since you've taken a shower, Miss?" El wanted to retort, but swallowed it back considering the girl's shame. The brown soil hills have a harsh ecological environment, water is extremely scarce, and a large part of it is not drinkable.

The Council of Exiles was aware of the situation and made some preparations in advance in the town of Lille. However, the water reserves in the team are limited after all, and they can only support daily needs. According to the maps collected earlier, at the current speed of the team's movement, it will take at least half a month to find a clean water supply site.

"Don't worry, I'll find a place to deal with it later. El nodded helplessly and said, "Let's get down to business, I got a message from those horse thieves and want to hear your opinion." ”

"I remember telling you before that if you want to listen to me, you'll have to leave me at least a mouthful. Lolana said with a sigh.

"Those guys smell a lot worse than I do. El half-jokingly said, "Actually, I noticed a little bit of a problem, someone left a vague magic mark on those guys, which seemed to have a peeping function." In order to prevent them from figuring out what is going on inside us, I finally decided to kill the killer. ”

"When will you also know how to distinguish magic markers, Your Excellency General El?" Lolana chuckled softly.

"I've never eaten pork and I've seen pigs run, and this little trick can't hide from my eyes. The faint blue light in El's eyes flashed, and Masase said, "Those horse thieves are just small characters who don't enter the stream, but the forces hidden behind them are worth caring about. According to the horse thieves, there is already a group of thieves named Ghost Wolf who has received information about us and is gathering men and horses to attack us soon. ”

"If it's just a group of thieves, I'm sure you already have a plan to deal with it. Lorana's tone was a little disapproving. If it was only a small group of bandits, the strength of El's troops was enough to deal with it. Generally speaking, the combat effectiveness of a large-scale bandit group is basically equivalent to that of a local lord's private army, such as the notorious Siciali Bandit Bandits, who can have a silver-rank berserker leader, and can dominate the world with impunity.

However, the elite combat power of Isttalon has long exceeded this level, and it is basically impossible to use real strength to deal with ordinary thieves, and it is effortless to capture it.

If it was just this level of information, El wouldn't have bothered to run back to report it, his soldiers were all red-eyed, and he wished that all the enemies would gather and kill them all at once.

"The point is not the bandits, but their motives. El said solemnly, "The annual Sahara Fire Festival in the brown hills is about to take place, which is said to be the biggest festival in the land, and it is also a night of revelry for the bandits. ”

"Sahara Fire Congress?" Lorana's voice suddenly rose an octave. The carriage shook slightly, and the girl's figure came out of the door, her face solemn: "I've heard of this custom, and I'm in trouble now." (Go to read OM) (Jiangsu Net)