Although Roddy wandered alone around the continent before crossing, but he was known by countless people. Miss Sally in front of him was young and obviously not yet an adult. But just a few words made Roddy understand that the other party was definitely not a naive and simple girl. It can even be said that the other party's behaviour can already be called a standard aristocrat-the kind that is clever, greedy and not willing to suffer a loss. Speaking of which, including Soderol, it was indeed a headache for Roddy to meet two such smart people one after another. He didn't like the feeling that things couldn't be controlled in his own hands, but in this vast world, he was not the only one who thought he was clever. In the face of Sally's problem, Roddy quickly recited what he had said to Soderol before and waited for other's response. Speaking of which, in his memory, things like "orc raid" would be accepted calmly by such a wic
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Orcs' aesthetics were certainly
different from humans. It can even be said that the culture and philosophy of
this race are very different from humans. The good things in their eyes may not
have much value in human eyes, but he has the rich game experience of "Cracked
Soil". Roddy naturally has enough eyesight to identify these items-the
contents of the box have not been damaged by the fire, a leather bag, a bone
emblem, air-dried bacon, a large metal ingot, and other weird things. Roddy
suspected that this might be human meat because the orcs never taboo to eat
any moving creatures and human meat is regarded as one of the higher foods and
only the orcs of high status can eat it.
Ignoring the bacon, frowning Roddy plucked up the remaining items and told everyone to evacuate the flaming camp-before leaving he did not forget to let Carter throw the remaining food into the fire.
On the dark grassland, the flaming camp looked like a huge bonfire in the distance. With this light, Roddy and his group calmly rolled over the grass slope and bandaged the three slightly scouted scouts. They found the horse and went straight back to Nolan Village.
The air at midnight seemed a bit cold and most soldiers had an unreal feeling when they felt cold air blowing on their faces. No one spoke along the way and the sound of horseshoes on the silent grassland made everything like a dream. When breathing heavily, it seemed that he could smell the peculiar smell in the orc camp.
However, Roddy understood that it was called "confidence". The seeds have been quietly buried in the hearts of these soldiers.
The horses were not moving fast. It only took more than an hour to arrive, but they walked for about two hours on the return journey. It was not until they saw the sign of Nolan village entrance through the light of the torch that they were relieved collectively.
Immediately, the unstoppable joy and excitement in the heart spread quietly.
"Is this. Victory?"
"We won ...?"
"We ... succeeded."
"We won!"
At first, it was only a whisper, but with the release of this emotion, the excited soldiers even exclaimed in excitement. Carter grinned and sat on the horse with a smirk and encouraged the heroic scouts loudly but Ruger looked at everything silently. When no one noticed, he quietly wiped his eyes.
Everyone has their own mood, but victory always brings happiness.
Roddy did not stop these soldiers from venting their emotions in the middle of the night, but he actually breathed out in his heart-this battle basically did not deviate from his original plan. It also achieved the expected goals. This was enough.
While the soldiers were cheering, Ruger was the first to escape from this emotion. The veterans are indeed soberer than these young people and by now Ruger would never doubt Roddy's ability. He easily slashed three orcs during the battle. This feeling made him more expectant so that now he even wants to find another group of orcs.
At this point he went to Roddy and asked with anticipation: "Captain Roddy, what next?"
The excited soldiers immediately looked at Roddy, who turned over and dismounted and answered, "Rest, waiting for the next operation, if Sordin can't bring reinforcements... maybe there is only so much we can do. "
His words were like pouring cold water into their head, the grinning expression of the soldiers gradually solidified The last one was silent one after another, just like when Carter and his team returned here yesterday, they also realized the fact that they couldn't avoid being pressed on their chests: the two teams added up to a total of fifteen scouts.
"Will there be more battles?"
Carter asked aloud, his problem seemed to be the problem of all the soldiers, so that some of the lively team immediately calmed down.
Roddy looked up, trying to say more cruel words, but when he saw the fighting spirit, he froze--
Peace for a long time has originally made these scouts lose their will to fight and fight. Occupied by orcs, annexed by neighboring countries and disrupted by civil strife. What will happen in Roddy's memory shows that a nation and a country that have lost their sense of struggle are completely hopeless.
But today, their blood, originally covered by ease and laziness seemed to be completely inspired by this battle ... and suddenly Roddy saw hope.
He clenched his fists and said, "There will be more and more battles."
Ignoring the bacon, frowning Roddy plucked up the remaining items and told everyone to evacuate the flaming camp-before leaving he did not forget to let Carter throw the remaining food into the fire.
On the dark grassland, the flaming camp looked like a huge bonfire in the distance. With this light, Roddy and his group calmly rolled over the grass slope and bandaged the three slightly scouted scouts. They found the horse and went straight back to Nolan Village.
The air at midnight seemed a bit cold and most soldiers had an unreal feeling when they felt cold air blowing on their faces. No one spoke along the way and the sound of horseshoes on the silent grassland made everything like a dream. When breathing heavily, it seemed that he could smell the peculiar smell in the orc camp.
However, Roddy understood that it was called "confidence". The seeds have been quietly buried in the hearts of these soldiers.
The horses were not moving fast. It only took more than an hour to arrive, but they walked for about two hours on the return journey. It was not until they saw the sign of Nolan village entrance through the light of the torch that they were relieved collectively.
Immediately, the unstoppable joy and excitement in the heart spread quietly.
"Is this. Victory?"
"We won ...?"
"We ... succeeded."
"We won!"
At first, it was only a whisper, but with the release of this emotion, the excited soldiers even exclaimed in excitement. Carter grinned and sat on the horse with a smirk and encouraged the heroic scouts loudly but Ruger looked at everything silently. When no one noticed, he quietly wiped his eyes.
Everyone has their own mood, but victory always brings happiness.
Roddy did not stop these soldiers from venting their emotions in the middle of the night, but he actually breathed out in his heart-this battle basically did not deviate from his original plan. It also achieved the expected goals. This was enough.
While the soldiers were cheering, Ruger was the first to escape from this emotion. The veterans are indeed soberer than these young people and by now Ruger would never doubt Roddy's ability. He easily slashed three orcs during the battle. This feeling made him more expectant so that now he even wants to find another group of orcs.
At this point he went to Roddy and asked with anticipation: "Captain Roddy, what next?"
The excited soldiers immediately looked at Roddy, who turned over and dismounted and answered, "Rest, waiting for the next operation, if Sordin can't bring reinforcements... maybe there is only so much we can do. "
His words were like pouring cold water into their head, the grinning expression of the soldiers gradually solidified The last one was silent one after another, just like when Carter and his team returned here yesterday, they also realized the fact that they couldn't avoid being pressed on their chests: the two teams added up to a total of fifteen scouts.
"Will there be more battles?"
Carter asked aloud, his problem seemed to be the problem of all the soldiers, so that some of the lively team immediately calmed down.
Roddy looked up, trying to say more cruel words, but when he saw the fighting spirit, he froze--
Peace for a long time has originally made these scouts lose their will to fight and fight. Occupied by orcs, annexed by neighboring countries and disrupted by civil strife. What will happen in Roddy's memory shows that a nation and a country that have lost their sense of struggle are completely hopeless.
But today, their blood, originally covered by ease and laziness seemed to be completely inspired by this battle ... and suddenly Roddy saw hope.
He clenched his fists and said, "There will be more and more battles."
After the team disbanded, Roddy returned to
the accommodation room. When the soldiers went to find food to hunger, he came
to his bed alone and took out the "booty".
The first thing that caught his eye was the emblem made of bone. Roddy knew that this was a marked proof of the clan in the orc kingdom, similar to the noble emblem of humans used to identify identities and tribal names. He frowned at the emblem, which was a symbol of the "Cracked Earth" he was no stranger to Warhammer.
This represents the orc camp that he attacked, which belongs to the fatal enemy of the "Hammer of Rohar"!
This tribe was officially famous on the continent because of their mad plunder of the Karen kingdom. There is no moral limit to the Orc Kingdom which brought Karen much suffering. Roddy did not even want to remember, at this time he held emblem fingers trembling.
"Sure enough, history is still the same."
He placed the emblem on the side and picked up the large metal ingot and Roddy who had rich forging experience, pulled out the machete and made a gentle stroke with the blade and then looked at the dim candlelight in the room for a moment: Blood ore. "
"Blood ore" is a common name for "rich iron derivatives" in the game. It is a kind of iron-containing ore, but it contains some energy that can enable the blacksmith to create powerful weapons. "Compared to white equipment, it can't add powerful magic effects like “burning” or “icy” to the weapon, but it can greatly increase the hardness and sharpness of the weapon. For Roddy, it was a nice add-on when building a phased weapon.
This harvest has made Roddy feel that it was a worthy trip. Then he opened the smelly leather bag and poured the contents in the front of him-a crooked grass sandpaper and a set of bone joints, shells and Voodoo dice made of stones.
"Show attributes."
He called out his attribute panel and equipment panel and at the same time he turned his attention to the attributes of the voodoo dice in the messy data in front of him
Simple Voodoo Dice
Requires level 3 to equip
Mental Strenth+1
Intelligence + 1
"Witchdoctors are always happy to exchange voodoo dice."
Obviously, this is a weak item and a legion soldier like Roddy does not need to add intelligence and refined items, because of intelligence is not linked to IQ, it only affects one person’s Mana recovery speed and added value of spell attack.
The witch doctor's stuff became a private collection of the orc leader. It didn't surprise Roddy that because he knew all the details in orc culture, he concluded that the orc must be a witch doctor with “Hammer of Rohar". There is a direct affiliation. And usually, having these divination tools eliminated by the witch doctor means that the identity of the holder is much higher than that of ordinary orcs.
"Rohar's Hammer, Witch Doctor, Sarota ..."
Several keywords came to Roddy's mind. "Hammer of Rohar" was the most profitable tribe among the orcs who later invaded the Karen Kingdom, so they also suffered from the envy of many other tribes and even led soldiers face each other. However, the three chiefs of this tribe were slyer and crueler than one in the war. Among them, Sarota, who was only a tribal witch doctor should be the third and most powerful chief in the next generation-under his leadership the Rohar's Hammer tribe grew stronger than ever before and even had enough capital to passively stand by and even resist the command of the "King of Myriad Axes" of the Orc Kingdom.
Sarota is a witch doctor who came out of the "bottom ranks". When the Karen Kingdom became a tragedy and scholars from other countries began to study the history of the development of the "Rohar's Hammer", he came up with a rule like this: A witch doctor has never been as rampant as other witch doctors, often giving away items that he has discarded to his subordinates who have the potential for the development-this method is most common among humans, but only a few are among orcs do and this paved the way for him to surpass other orcs in the future.
This text is the basis for Roddy's judgment now.
Because of the camp’s relationship, Roddy naturally read these research literatures on Sarota, but when he recalled these contents, he suddenly felt that at this point in time, there seemed to be something important to happen.
With a frown, Roddy struggled to think of the specific content. After all, for him, all the events before the game had not been experienced, those clues only came from the words of certain books and tasks and wanting to completely remember was not realistic at all. But when he thought of facing the most aggressive chiefs of the orc empire and his men in history, he still felt an unprecedented sense of crisis.
Realizing that he would meet with this witch doctor sooner or later, he never thought that he would have contact with the other person so early. He settled down, reached out and opened the piece of grass and sandpaper peculiar to the Orc Empire, and read the above-his behavior was tantamount to asking others for help, because of most of the civilians in the Karen Kingdom, Orcs are not considered to be worthy of literary heritage and even if there is written evidence, most people think that it is the most primitive pictograph.
But no one would have thought that the ranger Roddy, who had experienced countless battles and intelligence interceptors before his rebirth was a guy who was proficient in the languages and words of the orcs, so even if these were written by the orc Sabinvin, he could still understand.
This grass sandpaper was a bit rotten, it should be the traces left when communicating through birds. Roddy tried to identify the handwriting and his brows gradually wrinkled.
Some of the handwriting could not be seen. He just recognized a few words: "Assembly squadron", "Four days later", "Raid".
Roddy glanced at the date mentioned in the letter and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated.
He rubbed his temples vigorously and re-confirmed what he saw on the paper. These contents gave a clearer direction to his vague memories-Saroan, Rohar's Hammer, plus Today's date: April 588 of the Elon calendar ...
Rodi felt more and more that stringing them together seemed to point to an important event in history!
The first thing that caught his eye was the emblem made of bone. Roddy knew that this was a marked proof of the clan in the orc kingdom, similar to the noble emblem of humans used to identify identities and tribal names. He frowned at the emblem, which was a symbol of the "Cracked Earth" he was no stranger to Warhammer.
This represents the orc camp that he attacked, which belongs to the fatal enemy of the "Hammer of Rohar"!
This tribe was officially famous on the continent because of their mad plunder of the Karen kingdom. There is no moral limit to the Orc Kingdom which brought Karen much suffering. Roddy did not even want to remember, at this time he held emblem fingers trembling.
"Sure enough, history is still the same."
He placed the emblem on the side and picked up the large metal ingot and Roddy who had rich forging experience, pulled out the machete and made a gentle stroke with the blade and then looked at the dim candlelight in the room for a moment: Blood ore. "
"Blood ore" is a common name for "rich iron derivatives" in the game. It is a kind of iron-containing ore, but it contains some energy that can enable the blacksmith to create powerful weapons. "Compared to white equipment, it can't add powerful magic effects like “burning” or “icy” to the weapon, but it can greatly increase the hardness and sharpness of the weapon. For Roddy, it was a nice add-on when building a phased weapon.
This harvest has made Roddy feel that it was a worthy trip. Then he opened the smelly leather bag and poured the contents in the front of him-a crooked grass sandpaper and a set of bone joints, shells and Voodoo dice made of stones.
"Show attributes."
He called out his attribute panel and equipment panel and at the same time he turned his attention to the attributes of the voodoo dice in the messy data in front of him
Simple Voodoo Dice
Requires level 3 to equip
Mental Strenth+1
Intelligence + 1
"Witchdoctors are always happy to exchange voodoo dice."
Obviously, this is a weak item and a legion soldier like Roddy does not need to add intelligence and refined items, because of intelligence is not linked to IQ, it only affects one person’s Mana recovery speed and added value of spell attack.
The witch doctor's stuff became a private collection of the orc leader. It didn't surprise Roddy that because he knew all the details in orc culture, he concluded that the orc must be a witch doctor with “Hammer of Rohar". There is a direct affiliation. And usually, having these divination tools eliminated by the witch doctor means that the identity of the holder is much higher than that of ordinary orcs.
"Rohar's Hammer, Witch Doctor, Sarota ..."
Several keywords came to Roddy's mind. "Hammer of Rohar" was the most profitable tribe among the orcs who later invaded the Karen Kingdom, so they also suffered from the envy of many other tribes and even led soldiers face each other. However, the three chiefs of this tribe were slyer and crueler than one in the war. Among them, Sarota, who was only a tribal witch doctor should be the third and most powerful chief in the next generation-under his leadership the Rohar's Hammer tribe grew stronger than ever before and even had enough capital to passively stand by and even resist the command of the "King of Myriad Axes" of the Orc Kingdom.
Sarota is a witch doctor who came out of the "bottom ranks". When the Karen Kingdom became a tragedy and scholars from other countries began to study the history of the development of the "Rohar's Hammer", he came up with a rule like this: A witch doctor has never been as rampant as other witch doctors, often giving away items that he has discarded to his subordinates who have the potential for the development-this method is most common among humans, but only a few are among orcs do and this paved the way for him to surpass other orcs in the future.
This text is the basis for Roddy's judgment now.
Because of the camp’s relationship, Roddy naturally read these research literatures on Sarota, but when he recalled these contents, he suddenly felt that at this point in time, there seemed to be something important to happen.
With a frown, Roddy struggled to think of the specific content. After all, for him, all the events before the game had not been experienced, those clues only came from the words of certain books and tasks and wanting to completely remember was not realistic at all. But when he thought of facing the most aggressive chiefs of the orc empire and his men in history, he still felt an unprecedented sense of crisis.
Realizing that he would meet with this witch doctor sooner or later, he never thought that he would have contact with the other person so early. He settled down, reached out and opened the piece of grass and sandpaper peculiar to the Orc Empire, and read the above-his behavior was tantamount to asking others for help, because of most of the civilians in the Karen Kingdom, Orcs are not considered to be worthy of literary heritage and even if there is written evidence, most people think that it is the most primitive pictograph.
But no one would have thought that the ranger Roddy, who had experienced countless battles and intelligence interceptors before his rebirth was a guy who was proficient in the languages and words of the orcs, so even if these were written by the orc Sabinvin, he could still understand.
This grass sandpaper was a bit rotten, it should be the traces left when communicating through birds. Roddy tried to identify the handwriting and his brows gradually wrinkled.
Some of the handwriting could not be seen. He just recognized a few words: "Assembly squadron", "Four days later", "Raid".
Roddy glanced at the date mentioned in the letter and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated.
He rubbed his temples vigorously and re-confirmed what he saw on the paper. These contents gave a clearer direction to his vague memories-Saroan, Rohar's Hammer, plus Today's date: April 588 of the Elon calendar ...
Rodi felt more and more that stringing them together seemed to point to an important event in history!
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