Broad World

The short halfling was carried over after a few minutes. Although he struggled and made various protests, it was no different from a joke to the big orc warrior.

As soon as his feet touched the ground, the little thief waved his fists and threatened fiercely: "Damn it! If you dare to pick me up again like a rabbit, I will show you!"

The orc warrior grinned, and returned to his seat without saying a word. Obviously, he didn't pay attention to the halfling who was not taller than his waistband at all, not to mention the fact that thieves were compared with warriors. It is inherently at a disadvantage, and there is no advantage in a frontal conflict.

"Hey! What do you mean by that disdainful look in your eyes? Apologize quickly, or I'll beat you up!" The halfling was obviously irritated, regardless of the huge difference in height, the long-toothed and five-clawed one seemed to pounce on him to recover the ground.

"Okay, don't make trouble, hurry up and tell me what you have discovered." Fugner waved his hand impatiently, preventing further conflicts.

If it was normal, he wouldn't mind standing by and watching the two fight, but now that the enemy is in front of him and information is urgently needed, internal fighting will be allowed there.

Hearing the employer's words, the thief didn't want to continue pestering him. He glared at the orc warrior with a smirk on his face, and took out a piece of parchment full of various patterns from his pocket: "Your Excellency, this is what I saw and did. There are at least 20 tribe flags recorded, and there are also a small number of trolls mixed in, the number is so large that you can't see the end at a glance."

"What?! How is this possible! Leaving aside the blood feud between the tribes of orcs, goblins, and gnolls, it is a huge problem just to control the troll's strong appetite. How did they do it?!" Fugger Na was shocked and angry, his face suddenly became very ugly, and at the same time, the ominous premonition in his heart became stronger and stronger.

Obviously, there must be powerful spellcasters joining in. Otherwise, the trolls with low intelligence would have rioted long ago. For them, wealth is meaningless, and only fresh meat is the last thing they want.

"Sorry, I didn't dare to get too close. There are many wargs and winter wolves in the orc tribe in the team. They are very sensitive and can smell the smell of strangers within a few hundred meters." The halfling thief spread his hands helplessly and explained. .

Fugner took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down, opened the parchment and carefully identified the patterns on it.

I really answered that sentence, I don’t know if I don’t read it. He was startled when he saw it, especially the one-eyed mark made him burst into cold sweat instantly, and he muttered to himself: "My God! This is the tribe ruled by One-eyed Longte, and he is the supreme leader of this wasteland." Overlord. But how could this tribe that has been living near Yuanxing Lake suddenly go south?"

It's no wonder that he lost his composure. One-eyed Longte is a living legend in the high wasteland. It is said that he killed an adult green dragon by himself in his early years, but his eyes were blinded by the acid mist.

The orc god "Gruumsh" appreciated his brave and fearless fighting style, and bestowed on him a magical eye that could see through everything. Since then, the reputation of One-eyed Lonte has been resounding throughout the wilderness. Even if he is a fifty-year-old orc, few people dare to provoke him, because the hundreds of guys whose necks have been broken alive are the best examples.

Fugner didn't know if Longte had become a legendary fighter, but he knew one thing very well. That is, the other party's big fight this time is definitely related to his defection to the human kingdom. It is estimated that it is very likely that the orc god "Gruumsh" personally issued an oracle, asking him to consult the traitor.

At the thought of fighting tens of thousands of fanatical enemies, Fugner felt his scalp tingle in an instant. Although his fighters had already learned battle formation and were equipped with weapons and armor made of fine steel, they were still facing Such a large number is also difficult to guarantee victory.

Most importantly, he was not sure of defeating One-Eyed Longte at all. Under the premise that there are no powerful spellcasters to participate in the battle, legendary warriors are veritable meat grinders. As long as they have enough physical strength, they can completely kill an entire army by themselves.

"Retreat! Retreat immediately! Immediately send scouts to ask all the surrounding villages to take refuge in Weywood City, and tell them to act quickly as long as they don't want to die, and don't care about those belongings."

Without any hesitation, Fugner decisively chose to rely on the city to fight a defensive battle. After all, he would not have a tall city wall to use. It is foolish to fight recklessly with enemies that are several times or even dozens of times, even barbarians who respect honor cannot do that.

As the retreat order was issued, the orc warriors who had just formed their formations turned around and followed the way they came. The adventurers who were ambushing in the woods on both sides did not dare to stay longer when they saw this situation, and followed closely around the army. After a while, it was completely removed.

In order to speed up the journey, they dropped all the heavy things. Only carrying dry food and water for a few days, the scouts rushed all the way to the nearby villages to inform everyone to take refuge.

You must know that there is no "Geneva Convention" in the war on the mainland of Faerun. Basically, it is done according to the principle that no grass will grow wherever it passes. Whether it is the invasion of civilization by barbarism or the expansion of civilization to barren land, it is all accompanied by The bloodshed and killing, especially the monster tribe that still retains the habit of cannibalism, is simply frenzied to the extreme.

Of course, human beings are not far behind. Iolum, the great arcanist, did not show any mercy when he launched a war against the orc gathering places in Netheril. No matter old or weak, women or children, all orcs were killed. Hundreds of thousands of orcs were completely exterminated, and not even one escaped by chance.

There is no right or wrong in this game where you kill me and I kill you. Primitive tribes have no choice but to rob merchants and loot towns in order to survive, and there is nothing wrong with civilized societies avenging their dead compatriots. Everything is backward productivity and cruel nature. caused by the environment.

In fact, there is only winning or losing in any war, there is no right or wrong, those so-called justice and evil are just a halo put on by the winners, while the losers can only silently endure the humiliation imposed on themselves, who made them fail? It's over.

On the way to retreat, Allen asked Fugner with some doubts: "Viscount, don't you plan to send someone to inform my father?"

"No, according to the noble laws of the kingdom, it is my duty to stick to Weywood City. Requesting reinforcements before a formal confrontation with the enemy will be ridiculed by other nobles." Fugner explained in a low voice.

Although the enemy is coming fiercely, he is confident that he will hold out for at least two weeks with the tall city walls and excellent equipment. When the time comes when he asks for reinforcements, no one will say anything harsh, and he will even get some affirmation and praise. After all, not everyone Can block the mighty tribal army.

It has to be said that Fugner is worthy of being a rare outlier among the orcs. He can think like a human nobleman, even taking political factors into consideration. But he forgot one thing, that is, there is a major premise for all this. Weywood City must not miss, otherwise tens of thousands of people will be massacred by savage monsters.

Alan didn't understand politics very well, so he hesitated a little, and whispered his opinion: "I suggest that you better inform my father of this matter in a private way, because it is likely to involve Some conspiracy against the whole kingdom, the enemy may have other plans."

"Damn it! I didn't think of this." Fugner patted his forehead hard and cursed.

Obviously, such a large-scale tribal alliance is full of conspiracy, if there is no organization among them who is making a bridge. Even if he was killed, he didn't believe that orcs, gnolls and goblins could live in peace.

Although the wild animals and plants on the high wasteland are rich in resources, ranging from small rock horses to long-haired sheep, in the warm season. Merchants, farmers, adventurers, and mercenaries would even venture into the depths to find and round up horses and livestock to take elsewhere to sell.

But in general, most of the best territories have been carved up by powerful tribes, and fierce conflicts often erupt between each other for cross-border hunting. Sometimes hundreds of people are killed or injured, so it is called blood feud Can't be overemphasized.

Since it's a blood feud, it's natural to fight as soon as they meet. To use one word to describe it is life and death. How can two tribes with such a bad relationship be united?

After careful consideration, Fugner sighed helplessly: "Hey... It seems that this matter is not that simple, please send a message to His Majesty the King."

Allen nodded slightly: "Please rest assured, I will send the news through special channels, and no one else will know."

Just as the two were talking, there was a sudden sound of war drums and desolate horns from behind.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom..."

"Woo... woo..."

Gradually, dense black spots appeared from the horizon. There are too many to count, especially the swamp hydra walking in the front. Its huge size gives people an invincible feeling, just like a monster that came out of a nightmare.

On its back stood several orcs, one of them a one-eyed creature with a cruel grin on his face. He cut his throat in the direction of Fugner. There is no doubt that he is the one-eyed Longte. Only the magic eye can see such a distance.

"Legend... Legendary Warrior!" Allen swallowed subconsciously and said. The moment he was stared at by that eye, he felt an extremely dangerous breath, as if he would be killed at any moment.

Fugner patted the boy's shoulder comfortingly, and immediately shouted at everyone: "The whole army speeds up! If you don't want to die, run as fast as you can."

As soon as the words fell, both the orc soldiers and the adventurers began to run forward without hesitation. They all saw a terrifying number of enemies, so they knew what would happen if they fell behind, and they all showed their strength.

On the other side, an orc warrior standing on the back of the swamp hydra asked cautiously: "Great One-eyed Longte, do you think you want to send wolf cavalry to pursue it?"

"No, no need, let these weak guys escape, Gruumsh hopes to let them taste fear and despair, and then slowly kill everyone. Betrayers must be severely punished and seek refuge with humans You guys don't deserve to be called orcs." Lonte squinted his one-eyed eyes and replied with a ferocious expression.

"I suggest you be more cautious. Henry Angomey is not an easy enemy to deal with, and even has the power to kill gods, so you must surround Weywood City as quickly as possible before he gets the news." A full body The man wrapped in a gray cloak said these words in a commanding tone.

Lunt felt that he was offended, and immediately stood up and roared loudly: "Shut your mouth, wizard! I have my own plan, and I don't need you to remind me. That weak human can't hurt the warriors sheltered by the great Gruumsh, I will personally dig out his heart and prove it to you!" (To be continued~^~)