Although Gutaugh was looking at the location of Ian and the others, he couldn't see anything, although the werewolf clan had a keen sense of smell and a much stronger ability to see at night than the average orc race, but during the day, their vision was no different from that of ordinary humans.

I saw a lush green field in the distance, and the dense woods not only sheltered them, but also caused a lot of inconvenience to their observation.

Above the valley.

"Lord Ian, when we touch it, we can't stay here forever. A squad leader next to him looked a little anxious and ran to Ian's side and said.

At this time, Ian was sitting in a small open field, this ten-meter square bush became the most spacious place in the entire second battalion camp, Ian had a cigarette in his hand, yes, this was the famous Derad tobacco in the empire, every time he was in wartime, he always liked to smoke some, but this was not from his own pocket, although Dostol was precarious, but there were still a large number of misers who were not afraid of death, as a middle and senior commander of the Glory Banner, Ian would sometimes become the object of their worship, people who love money always spare their lives, and those guys don't care about their lives。

Faintly lit a drad, and a faint smell of tobacco permeated the area around Ian, the smoke from the burning was not too thick, and the pale cyan slowly rose and finally dissipated into the air.

In the past, he also smoked when he was in Odo, but he didn't know that Drader, but a kind of tobacco in Odo's local area, and this action before the war had become Ian's habit.

But orcs are not those demon big guys, and a little smell may reveal their whereabouts.

Calmly exhaled a smoke ring, Ian looked at the team leader beside him, and said: "Stay?" I don't have this habit, but we can't rush up now, people have rested for most of the day, let's run up tired and half dead, isn't it a send-off, I won't do this, you go to the front to stare first, and when those grandsons have moved, it's not too late for us to rush up!"

Ian spoke, of course, the squad leader had no reason not to listen, and as soon as the words fell, he ran to the nearest lookout point.

"Hey, hey, hurry up, don't be lazy, hurry up, talk about you!" Liele's words could be heard from afar, and as he spoke, he kicked a minotaur in the ass.

Hearing a loud call, the minotaur stood up, and the bull's eyes with the size of the bell were almost wide enough to catch up with the ball, but as soon as he saw Liele behind him, his bull's eyes immediately narrowed into a line.

There were werewolves in front of him to give orders, and when they could summon a group of orcs around them, the team in front of them also began to move forward slowly, Liele, as the supreme commander here, of course, walked in the middle of the team, although Riele was not very good, but he never shied away from the reason why he did this, it was very simple, one was because of dignity, and the other was safety!

The entire team had already walked through a third of the valley at this time, and when they had just started, Ian also reacted immediately, although the Glory Banner Regiment was all cavalry, most of them had experienced combat training, and running with weights was even more commonplace, so in this mountain forest, the speed was not slow.

In contrast, the speed of the orcs was not necessarily very fast, more than 5,000 people, and more than a dozen large carts, plus the valley curved and long, the line of troops was a little incompatible.

But Liel is not worried about any accidents at all, firstly, because he has soldiers in his hands, and then in this barren mountain, who will fight his own idea, the human beings are happy in the golden cave of the imperial capital, and the dwarves have not torn their faces with the powerful orc empire, as for the goblins, it is even more impossible.

The sound of footsteps and wheels was noisy, but it didn't affect Gutaave's sense of hearing and smell, and his keen senses made him feel a little uneasy in his heart.

At this time, Gutaaf was walking behind the team, and as a werewolf leader, he was second only to Liel in this team that did not have a main battle race.

The further back he looked, the more he felt danger approaching in his heart, and it wasn't just a feeling in his heart, because he also vaguely smelled the smell of human tobacco in the air.

By the time Gutave was on the lookout, Ian's team was less than five miles away from the orc force.

Constantly sniffing the air, Gutaft's brow furrowed from time to time, and due to the uncertainty of the direction of the wind, sometimes the air was filled with the foul smell of the minotaurs and pigmen.

Although he was vigilant, he did not report it to Riele again, because Gutaaf knew that even if he said it again, the result would only be a mockery from the other party.

"Stay vigilant, everybody!!" shouted Gutaaf as he walked.

Around him, dozens of werewolves all looked nervous, of course they knew that their commander would not say this plainly, in addition, some meat shield-level minotaurs and pigmen also looked around nervously, they were not more concerned about the honor of the orc warriors, but about the fat on their bodies.

After another journey, Ian and the others were close to less than three miles away.

"My lord, we'll be spotted if we get closer!" said the captain on the side.

Ian they didn't follow straight ahead, they had already surpassed the tail of the orc army on the hillside, they planned to make a clever attack, from the hillside down, just hit the tail of the marching orc team, if so, the distance of three miles is about the same, there is no need to risk again.

"Are the warriors ready, if we go down from here, we will definitely encounter the orcs near the last two or three carts, and we will have to fight hard for me when the time comes, and it is better to pull a few carts back!"

"Go back to your lordship, it's all ready, just wait for your lordship's order!" replied the captain in a low voice.

Ian's words were understood by everyone, saying that they were going to pull a few cars, but when the time came, they could figure out what was in the cars, and with more than 200 of them, wouldn't they be looking for death if they pulled the carts.

"Alright, get ready!" Ian slammed to his feet: "Impact!"

The short and sonorous order, with Ian's order, suddenly resounded in the mountains and forests, and the valley echoed endlessly, this sudden human voice made the orcs in the valley slightly stunned.

However, they also reacted quickly, but they still couldn't find out where the humans were, Gutaft's brows were twisted into a pimple at this time, and with a wave of his hand, the dozens of werewolves followed him forward.