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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The breeze blew across the grass and the
bloody smell gradually dissipated.
The noon sun was a little bit spicy, and the corpse’s green eyes were dotted with red blood. It seemed to be silently proclaiming the seeds of violence contained in this peaceful grassland.
After the recent battle, the tired horse needed to take a rest. The map in Roddy's mind told him that the group was far away from the camp just now and would not encounter other threats for the time being. So, after the arrows were recovered, he also began to organize the loot.
It took a long time for the soldiers to calm down from the tension and excitement. Carter took them to cut off the heads of all the orcs, at the same time cut off the tails of the wolves and stripped their fur-this is proof of the other party. The token of identity, after all, a scout squad killed the 8-man wolf cavalry reconnaissance team without any damage. He was afraid that only a few people could immediately believe it.
Roddy took two orc scimitars from the confiscated weapons as trophies. It was reasonable to say that Carter was the first captain to choose the trophies, but at this time no one had any objections to this, and Carter was straightforward. He expressed his admiration and recognition in front of the team.
After encountering the orc twice and living to this day, Carter certainly knew it was because of the young man. Although he could choose to accept the military merit that Roddy pushed over, as he did yesterday, now when he faces these orcs again, he understands that instead of living in the vanity brought about by false merit, it is better to run on the battlefield with his comrades. He launched a fearless charge towards the enemy ...
Having had the real experience of slaying the orcs, he realized that the so-called "honor" in his previous outlook on life was really ridiculous.
Originally thinking about whether to give credit to Roddy, after all, Carter's attitude did not explain his thoughts. In fact, the plan in his mind was too huge, and it was not enough for him to clear up his mind just for one night. However, he was very clear about the purpose of dealing with the orcs. Thinking of this, Roddy roughly understood his next course.
He looked at Carter and other scouts who were still a little emotional, knowing the inner joy of these people, but for his next goal, Roddy decided to pour cold water on them-
"For the orcs, I have a lot of ways to defeat them, but what I want to say is ... How many orcs can our team stop? Today we killed eight wolf knights, and tomorrow they may have eight or even eighteen. You can see that they are ready to fight. We saw today that the camp has been preparing on behalf of their army but when they officially Karen stretch out toward the Kingdom will we be lucky enough to win? "
His voice was Calm, very indifferent, but with an inexplicable cruel taste. The scouts who were already in good mood at the scene were stunned, and the flame that had just ignited in their hearts seemed to be extinguished.
They stared at Roddy with a confused expression.
"I know it's a bit anachronistic to say this, but ... Lieutenant Sordin is destined not to bring in so-called reinforcements, and the Kingdom will take time to take some of the" frictions" that occurred in places like ours into account. From the point of view of the lords, whatever we do—including fighting for the honor of the kingdom from birth to death—is just a drama in their eyes... ”
Thinking of the scenes in the games of previous lives, Roddy was a little bit depressed—at that time, the border was frequently attacked, but Houllier City has never made an effective counterattack. When the surrounding villages were slaughtered by the orcs, the gates of Houllier City did not even dare to open for refugees to take refuge ...
Later, the city was destroyed, and the city was filled with grief.
"You ... are you kidding ... how can this be? The evidence of these orcs and wolf cavalry will certainly make people feel strange ..." Although Carter said so, he thought of his few experiences with the "upper level", but also, it was true that their hearts were bottomless ... The nobles who eat, drink, and play all day, don't seem to care about the life and death of these little characters.
"Of course, these are my inferences. Captain Carter, today’s task should be considered complete. How about we go back and hear from Second Lieutenant Sordin? Seeing so many orc heads, he should give us some wine money…"
Roddy knew he couldn't let the team atmosphere be too negative at once, so he hung two thick scimitars on the side of the saddle, and turned away. Carter understood and didn't say much, silently turned over, and led the team back to Nolan Village.
Despite winning the battle, the scouts who were supposed to be happy were a little silent. Roddy's expression on the horseback seemed a bit indifferent. He followed the team silently, although he did not distance himself from others, always gave a sense of loneliness.
This may be the unique temperament of every ranger.
"Can I save this country?" The reborn Roddy was thinking about this slightly complicated and huge problem. He listed his strengths: enviable archery, deep knowledge of those historical events, almost massive knowledge of various aspects of the game, memories of all the changes in the kingdom over the next ten years... Speaking of which, it can make Roddy a "weapon" that will soon make great changes.
But remembering that killing the eight lowest-level wolf cavalry today requires him to use all his powers, Roddy can't help but shake his head. A little-hundreds of orcs, let alone thousands, for the time being, it was a problem for the lords in the Karen Kingdom... can a large country change its historical trajectory because of such a variable?
Can I really be the butterfly that flaps my wings?
......
For Nolan Village, this was just another quiet day of the countless days.
The old Finch's sheepdog barked, excited by the sound of horseshoes from distant scouts. The sunset slowly fell into the horizon and there was smoke rising from the houses. He didn't know who was making the cheese. The slightly sour and stinky smell floated far away, but it made a few children in the village spit. Blacksmith Stan and Dick at Quartermaster took two sips of Susan's ale, leaned on his belly and stalked out of the straw pile next to the warehouse.
Compared with the past, the only accident today maybe the scout team that returned to the village two hours later than before.
When scouts riding war horses entered the village entrance, many people raised their heads inexplicably and set their sights on this group of soldiers who seemed different from usual.
When Carter returned with a sack orc's head before, the villagers already felt a cloud appearing on the border, but now, when they saw the solemn seven scouts turning over and getting silent, they couldn't help but feel a little tight. ――Is something wrong?
The orc's head was no longer packed in a sack but was tied with a naked rope. The soldiers participated in the charge and there was a little more killing today. There was no distress nor any laughter in the face, but only dignity and killing intent.
Among these people, one person seemed to stand out. The seven scouts turned over and dismounted, but none of them immediately unloaded their equipment. Instead, they set their sights on the least outstanding guy in the team-even Captain Carter. At this moment, he looked at Roddy almost instinctively and seemed to be waiting for the order.
This was prestige. The soldiers who fight in the battle of life and death always hold such confidence.
"See what I'm doing?" Roddy blinked, but the seriousness before on the battlefield was gone, "Here we are at home, let's take a good rest and see what Captain Sordin says. "
This sentence seemed to relieve everyone, even Captain Carter did not have any objection to Roddy's similar commanding behavior. He looked at scattered scouts, raised his head and the wolf's tail, and stood for a moment. It seemed that he had made a decision in his heart. He strode to catch up with Roddy and said he would take the other party to Second Lieutenant Sordin.
"Hey! Carter! Your kid actually met the orcs again ?!"
A few scouts passed by, and when they saw the eight orc heads wearing together, they yelled with wide eyes and surprise, and immediately gathered the whole team. All came over and watched. Not far away, Ruger, sitting in the corner, sat silently, squinting and looking at this side.
If it is left in the past, Carter will speak with a loud voice and tell others how fierce the battle is today. After all, he was best at speaking of eloquence. But at this time Carter did not have the slightest look to brag-after experiencing this war, he had unconsciously changed a lot, the life and death battle he just experienced left an indelible impression on his mind. He did not pay attention to vanity anymore.
He waved his hand to signal that it was all right, Carter didn't even want to answer and went into the courtyard where Lieutenant Sordin was.
His unconscious movement on Roddy's side made Roger squint his eyes slightly with his bruises on his face. The veteran wanted to scold a few words like "boneless". But then he saw a series of black wolf tails near the head of the orc—
"Wolf ... wolf cavalry ..."
The pain had not yet disappeared but at this moment Ruger forgot to hate Roddy for a while, his expression was stiff staring at the wolf tail dangling in Carter's hand, the words got stuck in his throat for a moment.
Some terrible scenes in the memory came to mind, making the veteran who always liked to scold silently.
The noon sun was a little bit spicy, and the corpse’s green eyes were dotted with red blood. It seemed to be silently proclaiming the seeds of violence contained in this peaceful grassland.
After the recent battle, the tired horse needed to take a rest. The map in Roddy's mind told him that the group was far away from the camp just now and would not encounter other threats for the time being. So, after the arrows were recovered, he also began to organize the loot.
It took a long time for the soldiers to calm down from the tension and excitement. Carter took them to cut off the heads of all the orcs, at the same time cut off the tails of the wolves and stripped their fur-this is proof of the other party. The token of identity, after all, a scout squad killed the 8-man wolf cavalry reconnaissance team without any damage. He was afraid that only a few people could immediately believe it.
Roddy took two orc scimitars from the confiscated weapons as trophies. It was reasonable to say that Carter was the first captain to choose the trophies, but at this time no one had any objections to this, and Carter was straightforward. He expressed his admiration and recognition in front of the team.
After encountering the orc twice and living to this day, Carter certainly knew it was because of the young man. Although he could choose to accept the military merit that Roddy pushed over, as he did yesterday, now when he faces these orcs again, he understands that instead of living in the vanity brought about by false merit, it is better to run on the battlefield with his comrades. He launched a fearless charge towards the enemy ...
Having had the real experience of slaying the orcs, he realized that the so-called "honor" in his previous outlook on life was really ridiculous.
Originally thinking about whether to give credit to Roddy, after all, Carter's attitude did not explain his thoughts. In fact, the plan in his mind was too huge, and it was not enough for him to clear up his mind just for one night. However, he was very clear about the purpose of dealing with the orcs. Thinking of this, Roddy roughly understood his next course.
He looked at Carter and other scouts who were still a little emotional, knowing the inner joy of these people, but for his next goal, Roddy decided to pour cold water on them-
"For the orcs, I have a lot of ways to defeat them, but what I want to say is ... How many orcs can our team stop? Today we killed eight wolf knights, and tomorrow they may have eight or even eighteen. You can see that they are ready to fight. We saw today that the camp has been preparing on behalf of their army but when they officially Karen stretch out toward the Kingdom will we be lucky enough to win? "
His voice was Calm, very indifferent, but with an inexplicable cruel taste. The scouts who were already in good mood at the scene were stunned, and the flame that had just ignited in their hearts seemed to be extinguished.
They stared at Roddy with a confused expression.
"I know it's a bit anachronistic to say this, but ... Lieutenant Sordin is destined not to bring in so-called reinforcements, and the Kingdom will take time to take some of the" frictions" that occurred in places like ours into account. From the point of view of the lords, whatever we do—including fighting for the honor of the kingdom from birth to death—is just a drama in their eyes... ”
Thinking of the scenes in the games of previous lives, Roddy was a little bit depressed—at that time, the border was frequently attacked, but Houllier City has never made an effective counterattack. When the surrounding villages were slaughtered by the orcs, the gates of Houllier City did not even dare to open for refugees to take refuge ...
Later, the city was destroyed, and the city was filled with grief.
"You ... are you kidding ... how can this be? The evidence of these orcs and wolf cavalry will certainly make people feel strange ..." Although Carter said so, he thought of his few experiences with the "upper level", but also, it was true that their hearts were bottomless ... The nobles who eat, drink, and play all day, don't seem to care about the life and death of these little characters.
"Of course, these are my inferences. Captain Carter, today’s task should be considered complete. How about we go back and hear from Second Lieutenant Sordin? Seeing so many orc heads, he should give us some wine money…"
Roddy knew he couldn't let the team atmosphere be too negative at once, so he hung two thick scimitars on the side of the saddle, and turned away. Carter understood and didn't say much, silently turned over, and led the team back to Nolan Village.
Despite winning the battle, the scouts who were supposed to be happy were a little silent. Roddy's expression on the horseback seemed a bit indifferent. He followed the team silently, although he did not distance himself from others, always gave a sense of loneliness.
This may be the unique temperament of every ranger.
"Can I save this country?" The reborn Roddy was thinking about this slightly complicated and huge problem. He listed his strengths: enviable archery, deep knowledge of those historical events, almost massive knowledge of various aspects of the game, memories of all the changes in the kingdom over the next ten years... Speaking of which, it can make Roddy a "weapon" that will soon make great changes.
But remembering that killing the eight lowest-level wolf cavalry today requires him to use all his powers, Roddy can't help but shake his head. A little-hundreds of orcs, let alone thousands, for the time being, it was a problem for the lords in the Karen Kingdom... can a large country change its historical trajectory because of such a variable?
Can I really be the butterfly that flaps my wings?
......
For Nolan Village, this was just another quiet day of the countless days.
The old Finch's sheepdog barked, excited by the sound of horseshoes from distant scouts. The sunset slowly fell into the horizon and there was smoke rising from the houses. He didn't know who was making the cheese. The slightly sour and stinky smell floated far away, but it made a few children in the village spit. Blacksmith Stan and Dick at Quartermaster took two sips of Susan's ale, leaned on his belly and stalked out of the straw pile next to the warehouse.
Compared with the past, the only accident today maybe the scout team that returned to the village two hours later than before.
When scouts riding war horses entered the village entrance, many people raised their heads inexplicably and set their sights on this group of soldiers who seemed different from usual.
When Carter returned with a sack orc's head before, the villagers already felt a cloud appearing on the border, but now, when they saw the solemn seven scouts turning over and getting silent, they couldn't help but feel a little tight. ――Is something wrong?
The orc's head was no longer packed in a sack but was tied with a naked rope. The soldiers participated in the charge and there was a little more killing today. There was no distress nor any laughter in the face, but only dignity and killing intent.
Among these people, one person seemed to stand out. The seven scouts turned over and dismounted, but none of them immediately unloaded their equipment. Instead, they set their sights on the least outstanding guy in the team-even Captain Carter. At this moment, he looked at Roddy almost instinctively and seemed to be waiting for the order.
This was prestige. The soldiers who fight in the battle of life and death always hold such confidence.
"See what I'm doing?" Roddy blinked, but the seriousness before on the battlefield was gone, "Here we are at home, let's take a good rest and see what Captain Sordin says. "
This sentence seemed to relieve everyone, even Captain Carter did not have any objection to Roddy's similar commanding behavior. He looked at scattered scouts, raised his head and the wolf's tail, and stood for a moment. It seemed that he had made a decision in his heart. He strode to catch up with Roddy and said he would take the other party to Second Lieutenant Sordin.
"Hey! Carter! Your kid actually met the orcs again ?!"
A few scouts passed by, and when they saw the eight orc heads wearing together, they yelled with wide eyes and surprise, and immediately gathered the whole team. All came over and watched. Not far away, Ruger, sitting in the corner, sat silently, squinting and looking at this side.
If it is left in the past, Carter will speak with a loud voice and tell others how fierce the battle is today. After all, he was best at speaking of eloquence. But at this time Carter did not have the slightest look to brag-after experiencing this war, he had unconsciously changed a lot, the life and death battle he just experienced left an indelible impression on his mind. He did not pay attention to vanity anymore.
He waved his hand to signal that it was all right, Carter didn't even want to answer and went into the courtyard where Lieutenant Sordin was.
His unconscious movement on Roddy's side made Roger squint his eyes slightly with his bruises on his face. The veteran wanted to scold a few words like "boneless". But then he saw a series of black wolf tails near the head of the orc—
"Wolf ... wolf cavalry ..."
The pain had not yet disappeared but at this moment Ruger forgot to hate Roddy for a while, his expression was stiff staring at the wolf tail dangling in Carter's hand, the words got stuck in his throat for a moment.
Some terrible scenes in the memory came to mind, making the veteran who always liked to scold silently.
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