In the early morning of the next day, the cold wind was biting, and the barracks, which had been carnivaling all night, were not in a mess, and they had already been cleaned up and organized. Hans asked for a brigade of soldiers from the sobering Allen, and followed the anxious Hevian to the Linton River.

Ryan and Delai returned to the government hall together, started the unfinished business before, and discussed the matter of the commendation meeting in two days, which was not his temporary idea, but the details had changed.

They need to discuss and decide on the selection of meritorious troops and candidates, as well as the form of awards.

Before the Chinese New Year's Day, this will be the most lively time in Kannaling......

The Linton River, with a total length of nearly 1,000 miles, winds and snakes, and the water flow is gentle, and Linton County is named after him.

It is only two or three miles away from Dorman City and is an important water transport route in Kanna, passing through several counties along the way.

I don't know how many lives this river has nurtured, and although it is not as famous as the Urgan and Rhine, it is the mother river on which hundreds of thousands of people live along its banks.

Even the Kannah Territory has thousands of people who depend on it to thrive.

Since the ban on the lockdown has not yet been lifted, the open field is very deserted, and the slaves and men who built the cemetery today have also been assigned to other places.

Hans and Hervian, on tall horses, more than a hundred soldiers marched vigilantly in four columns, sword and shield men, pikemen, archers, spearmen...... Although there are only more than 100 people, the sparrows are small and have all kinds of organs.

The sound of the water gradually turned from light to heavy, and it clearly reached everyone's ears, and the green poles that could be seen everywhere around were growing wildly.

The calm flowing water appeared in their field of vision, and Hans's expression was also a little more solemn, the Warcraft is a dangerous group, although it is preliminarily judged to be an aquatic Warcraft, but it does not rule out the possibility of waterway amphibious, it is always good to be cautious.

"Lord Hevian, don't get any closer ahead, I'll send the soldiers of the first squad to protect your safety." Hans raised his arm and ordered the team to stop.

Although Ryan did not assign any specific official position to Hevian, anyone with a discerning eye can see how much Ryan values Hevian, which is far beyond ordinary people.

As long as he doesn't make any big mistakes and does the few things at hand beautifully, then he will definitely be on the rise in the future, and it's always good to be polite now.

"Okay, Lord Castle Guard, be careful." Hevian is self-aware, and he used to add to the chaos, so it was better to watch from behind.

Hans nodded, and led the team to approach the slowly flowing Linton River, the aquatic monster is very mobile, although he was in this section yesterday, but tomorrow it may be hundreds of miles away.

However, they did not come without the slightest preparation this time, half of the pig that had been slaughtered not long ago, plus several large vats of liquid that exuded a strange fragrance.

Hans ordered his soldiers to stand on guard, and then had several stakes hammered into the ground, each of which was hammered into about a meter, and then twine, the thickness of a small arm, was wound around it.

A large iron hook was attached to the tail end of each hemp rope, which shimmered in the faint sunlight, and these things were all specially made, even ordinary magical beasts could not break free as long as they were hooked.

The large iron hook was scattered and hooked on the pork, which was still dripping with fishy blood.

Cover the rope with weeds and then push the pork to the shore, half in the water and half on the shore, which will cover the rope.

The undried liquid quickly spreads out in the water, attracting many fish to swim around.

"Pour a bucket first." Hans pointed to a soldier and motioned for him to pour the fragrant liquid from the barrel at his feet into the river, and for a moment the dark green liquid soaked the water, looking like a drop of ink dripping from the emerald mirror.

This liquid is produced by squeezing the juice of a small grass collected from the Warcraft Forest and mixing it with water, and the grass will smell a strange fragrance, and the juice will have a thicker aroma when it is squeezed, and it will last for a long time.

This fragrance is not very popular with humans, but it is very attractive to Warcraft.

Many mercenary groups or adventurers who enter the Warcraft Forest to hunt Warcraft will collect these grasses, squeeze them into juice, and make them into traps to attract Warcraft.

This method has been tried and tested repeatedly, of course, there are also those who have gotten away, using this method in the gathering place of the monster, it is extremely easy to cause the beast tide, except for a few large mercenary groups, the other teams only have to escape when they encounter the beast tide.

But more often than not, they couldn't even escape, and were directly crushed by the torrent-like beast tide and turned into meat puree.

In the history of Karna, there have been several beast tides, and the demonic beasts that have poured out of the Warcraft Mountain Range have wreaked havoc everywhere, and they are more than the orcs.

The scale can be large and small, and the small ones will soon disperse, and the large ones can even destroy the city.

Hans would not have dared to do this in another place, and if he caused a beast tide, he would be a sinner in the whole of Kanna and even Lintonshire.

There are very few aquatic monsters in Linton Hanoi, and in Hans's impression, there have only been a handful of incidents of monsters attacking humans.

It's been years since the last time.

Many people have speculated that the occasional Warcraft in the Linton River is likely to have flowed from a river within the Warcraft Mountains......

With everything in place, let the team hide around and wait quietly for the prey to take the bait.

On the other side of the Linton River is a dense wooded area, an unexplored wilderness area filled with all kinds of beasts, and even monsters.

Hans looked at the woods opposite, and felt a little strange, as if something was staring at him, and the feeling was only fleeting, so he didn't pay much attention to it, staring intently at the river in front of him.

The sun gradually moved westward, and everyone present was a little impatient to wait, and after a few hours, lying here blowing cold wind, their faces were numb, and there was no movement.

Every hour they would pour a bucket of liquid, and now only the last bucket remained, and just when they thought they were going to go home empty-handed, the calm water suddenly rippled.

Hanston tensed up, and the hand that held the spear in his hand was a little harder.

"Whew......"

A huge creature leaped from the surface of the water, the calm surface of the river parted by its massive dorsal fin, and Hans saw only a huge head open in the air, and countless dense sharp teeth glinting in the sunlight.

Its two eyes were as big as lanterns, and they were terrifying to look at.

It bites half of the fat pig in one bite, just as it wants to drag it down and feast on it.

Several ropes were stiffened from the ground, and the monster slammed into the water, setting off a curtain of water.

"Whoa......"

Three huge iron hooks hooked its mouth, and the sharp pain made it roll violently, and the more it struggled, the tighter it hooked, and for a moment blood stained the water red.

"Spearman, release!"

Hans was in high spirits and threw a spear in his hand......