"You're the only one coming back?"

Krusov looked at Krulak, whose face was gradually becoming ruddy under the effect of holy healing, and asked.

"Brother Krusov, Pavlyuchenko, they are ...... to cover me"

At this point, the young man was already a little silent.

Of the nearly fifteen militiamen in the reconnaissance team, he was the only one who came back alive to report to everyone.

"Look, it's wolf smoke!"

At this moment, an exclamation came from outside the hotel.

Wren and Leolina walked out of the hotel and looked up at the sky, only to see straight wolf smoke rising straight into the sky.

"East, North, and West!"

The Northland barbarian, who walked out of the hotel after the two of them, looked at the direction where the wolf smoke was rising, and his expression gradually became solemn.

He had already asked Krurak about the general situation.

Their militia team had encountered the orcs about fifteen kilometers north of the town.

Counting the time, the vanguard of the orc expeditionary force was less than ten kilometers away from the town at most.

Soon, his voice echoed throughout the town.

"All the professionals in the town gather in front of the hotel, I, Krushov, are waiting for you here, fast!"

"The elderly, women and children retreat first, and the young and middle-aged evacuate last!"

"Krusov, take care, you kid!"

The curtain of the inn door was opened again, and the innkeeper, armed with a sword and shield, patted Krusov on the shoulder and said half-jokingly.

"When I fight off those green-skinned bastards, I'll treat you boy to a free barbecue for a week!"

With that, he led the others towards the center of the town.

"Isn't it surprising to see this?"

Looking at the surprised expression on the face of the female mage who couldn't close her mouth, Krusov grinned.

"Those orc clans launch expeditionary wars every year or two, and this town is located on the border of the Union, and the army often doesn't have time to rescue it, so we're all used to being ready to evacuate at this point in time."

He gestured to the professionals who were gathering here.

"They, like me, came out of Kroenke Town. The reason why everyone puts down all affairs and returns here at this time of year is also to prevent the invasion of orcs. ”

Speaking of this, the eyes of this strong northland man gradually turned a little red.

"We all know it's very dangerous, and in the face of an orc army, we can't come back if we're not careful, but we're still willing."

"Krusov's right."

A professional dressed as a warrior walked up to Krusov and bumped into the barbarian with his outstretched fist, which was kind of a hello.

"The reason is simple, because this is the place where we were born and raised. We will do our best to slow down the invading of those bastards and create time for everyone to evacuate! ”

He smiled and pointed to his left shoulder.

"On the battlefield the year before last, Lao Tzu's right arm was scrapped by that group of green-skinned bastards, and it was everyone's money that was pooled together and cured by a priest with advanced recovery techniques. Lao Tzu's only wish this year is to kill a few more orc barbarians, and, if I can, these bastards would better cut off my left arm, which really can't hurt. ”

As soon as these words came out, the professionals who gathered around Krusov laughed one by one.

Leolina sniffled.

It was only then that she finally understood why the Windswept Federation was called the most united place by her mentor.

"You are all heroes worthy of respect!"

The female mage said.

"If I can, please let me join this sniper battle too!"

QTMD sanity!

What sanity is needed in the face of those hateful greenskins?

Cut it and you're done!

"No, spellcasters are an extremely valuable resource and should not be wasted in small-scale encounters. If you're really willing to help, Ma'am, please join the Union Army and become a member of the Mage Corps, which is where you really come into play. ”

Krusov politely declined the female mage's request.

In the entire Federation of Windswept Tribes, the largest number of spellcasters are shamans and warlocks, not casters with professional backgrounds like mages.

In his eyes, this beautiful female mage can play a greater role by joining the mage corps of the federal army.

"Also, Lord Wren, the agreement between us has been put on hold for the time being. If I can survive this war, then continue our agreement; If I die in battle, I can only say sorry to you in advance. ”

There was a hint of apology in the barbarian's words.

Wren waved his hand and laughed:

"Dear Krusov, I see you have forgotten my profession! As a paladin, would I be indifferent to the invasion of orcs? That would be against the way of the holy warriors! ”

He gestured to Leolina.

"My request is the same as hers, I hope to be able to participate in this sniper battle, and I hope that Krusov you can agree. Otherwise, even if you return safely in the end, there will be no need to negotiate an agreement between us. ”

"Lord Wren, your blackmail seems to be a bit unreasonable......"

Krusov was stunned for a moment, and then said with a smile.

"I'll ask you, yes or no?"

Wren laughed and winked at the female mage on the side, who also pursed her lips and stole fun.

"Well, it seems that I can only thank Lord Wren for his help on behalf of the townspeople."

The Northland barbarian shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly.

But the next moment, the two who glanced at each other burst out laughing almost at the same time.

Soon, under the command of Krushov, the more than forty professionals gathered in front of the hotel were quickly divided into a dozen teams of four, and Wren and Leolina were divided into a team alone by Krusov.

In this squad, apart from the two of them, there was only one Krusov.

"Let's go! I wish you all good luck and a safe return! ”

The barbarians, surrounded by the crowd, shouted their best wishes to the departing crowd.

…………

In the bitter cold wind, the three-person team marched in the direction of due north in the snow-covered field.

Of the three, Krusov, who was familiar with the terrain around Kroenke Town, was at the front and was in charge of reconnaissance, followed by Leolina, who was the spellcaster, and Wren at the end.

The bone-chilling air made Leolina tighten the collar of her winter wolfskin coat.

She looked up at the sky in the distance, and the low, gray-black clouds were almost breathless.

Along the way, they didn't hear anything other than the sound of the cold wind howling.

Whoever it is, it is clear that this is a harbinger of the beginning of a great war.

Animals that are keenly aware of danger have long since fled the area.

Suddenly, a loud eagle's cry came from the distant sky.

"Hide!"

From the front came the slightly anxious voice of the barbarian.

Leorina was slightly stunned, and was dragged behind a large pine tree by Wren.

Looking through the gaps in the foliage, above the sky, a falcon spread its wings and swept past the two of them.

"It's an orc's falcon!"

Wren's deep voice rang in the mage's ears.

"Those bastards must be around here!"

What should we do?

The female mage's gaze was full of inquiry.

What to do?

"Kill them, naturally!"

Wren and Krusov, who had quietly touched him, said in unison.

(End of chapter)