Otherworld Qin

Chapter 245
"It seems that that damned Fred is not useless, at least a team of orcs left from here." The general named Sanchez walked over and took a look at the blurred traces on the river bank, and felt less dissatisfied in his heart.

"Master General, you have changed really fast. You were still scolding Fred just now, now..." "What do you know, kid? I have always been right and wrong, why don't you hurry up? Don't you want to watch those damned Are the orcs escaping from our noses?" Sanchez was already running along the river bank as fast as he said.

At this moment, he gradually changed his mind towards Fred. A few days ago, Fred suddenly brought several thousand orcs to the place where the [-]rd, [-]th, and [-]th legions were stationed, and gathered a large number of experts to form a team. A small team entered the swamp to search for the whereabouts of the enemy, and the generals of several legions opposed such a division of troops. In their opinion, what role could this small team of less than a hundred people play against an army of hundreds of thousands of orcs?Even if they encounter the enemy, they can't form an effective containment. When they send back the information and then mobilize the army to rush, the enemy no longer knows where they have gone.

But Fred firmly believed that the number of orcs in this team was not large, which made Pryor's expression very ugly, "Are you looking down on our Third Legion? Let me tell you, there is not a single coward in our Third Legion." , all of them are good Calais soldiers who count as ten. My five thousand generals have not broken through the enemy's blockade. Can't you explain the number of the opponent? Are you saying that my five thousand soldiers are not worth thousands of lowly people? the orcs?"

Fred was not angry after hearing this, but just smiled slightly, "General Prior, I know that all of your fighters are good, but the orc team we are facing is definitely not ordinary, if you guess correctly, It was the team that destroyed one of our army's fortresses and robbed more than 1000 slaves. Their combat effectiveness cannot be underestimated, and their leader is even more cunning. They did not break Stormy Waves City with their troops, but I used despicable means to attract the beast tide, if I am not wrong, I am afraid that there are not many monsters in the Great Swamp now."

Hearing this, Pryor's face gradually sank, beast tide?For him, a general who has led troops in the swamp for more than ten years, it is very clear that every small-scale outbreak of beast tide will bring a devastating disaster to an area, let alone such a huge coagulation swamp. The beast horde broke out, but who can trigger such a huge beast horde?But he still has doubts about this, "You mean the beast tide? I'm afraid it's unlikely."

Sackett said from the sidelines, "I think what General Fred said is very likely. Don't forget that we didn't see a single monster on the way to Stormy Waves. This is very telling."

"Okay, since you said the same thing, Sackett, then I will believe you once, and all my troops will be handed over to you to command, but if you don't find the orcs or the orcs are not just a small group as you said, then don't let them go." Blame me for falling out." Prior gave Fred a hard look, and then summoned all his subordinates, above the colonel, to obey Fred's orders.

Soon dozens of teams were properly assigned, each of which was an expert in the army. At the same time, a certain number of orcs were also arranged in the team, among which the Orcs were the main ones. Fred's order was that no matter in the army The generals of the three legions were very dissatisfied. Originally, the [-]th legion had the least number of masters because they were cavalry. Now that many orcs have been incorporated into the team, and his subordinates have to obey the command of the orcs, Benguela couldn't help shouting, "You let these dirty orcs command our noble warriors? I really don't know what you think , where did your dignity and honor go? Did they all go to hell with your dirty thoughts?"

Fred was not angry or argued, but stretched out his hand and took out a token, which immediately made everyone speechless. Benguela jumped out of anger, but he didn't dare to say anything.

Soon the teams entered the swamp one by one, and Fred also led three legions to gather north through the blood coagulation swamp. Along the way, several legions who received orders came to meet up, and the team soon exceeded ten. Thousands of people.

The rapid progress along the way passed through the camps of many small orc groups. Although there was no conflict, Fred felt a little uneasy. His eyes were filled with flames of hatred, especially when he saw the orcs accompanying the army, his eyes seemed to swallow them alive.

He knew very well that if he could not recover the orc's totem this time, it would cause a catastrophe in this swamp. It was like throwing a kindling next to the kerosene. The building was burned down, and that building was the defense that Calais had carefully built in the Great Swamp for thousands of years. Facing the fire, the seemingly tight defense now seemed so fragile.

Can the matter be resolved if the totem is really recovered?He doesn't know, and I'm afraid no one will know, but all he can do now is this.

Just as he was thinking wildly, a soldier flew over to report suddenly, "Report, the general has news about the tracking team." Fred immediately regained his energy when he heard that, "Oh? Read it quickly!" The soldier hurriedly took out the A small note read aloud, "Today I found orc footprints beside the vast Wailing Waterway."

"Map!" Fred reached out to the lieutenant beside him, who quickly took out the map and handed it to him. After looking at the map for a long time, he couldn't help but shook his head, "How is this possible? There is a poisonous fog swamp in front, and even Warcraft dare not enter casually, it is obviously a dead end, how could they go there?"

Fred looked at the generals around him, and then at the map, meaning to ask for other people's opinions, but no one could give him an answer, so he focused all his attention on the map and began to search for the map carefully The slightest change in terrain, "Are they going to march along the edge of the poisonous fog swamp? Or is there someone to respond?"

"Send a letter to all the teams that entered the swamp, asking them to quickly approach the wailing of the blue python, and quickly search along the sides of the waterway. If they find that there are not many enemies, they can deal with them by themselves. Follow up and report the position at any time, let's go!"

After pondering for a moment, he continued, "Sent a letter to Governor Upton. Now that the enemy's movement has been discovered, but the intention is unknown, please make a quick decision after seeing the letter."

Fred knew that leading an army of [-] behind him was already his limit. If there were any more troops, he would no longer be able to command them. After all, these Calais troops were different from those in the past. A little carelessness can cause irreparable chaos.

At this moment in the swamp, Sanchez was leading the team to search forward quickly. Suddenly there was a hawk in the sky. He couldn't help but look up and saw a sparrowhawk circling above his head. He couldn't help but licked his lips and whistled. It flew down like lightning.

After taking a look at the letter, Sanchez couldn't help but smiled contemptuously, and then threw the letter into the water, "Let's go!" He said and led the team to search forward quickly.

"My lord, look!" An orc warrior found a large series of clear footprints on the river beach again, and judging from the footprints, these orcs should be dragging a very heavy object. Sanchez squatted next to the footprints and looked at it, and then asked The orcs in the team also stepped on the footprints above, and then said, "It seems that this team has transported a large amount of supplies, and there may be the totem of the beast god among them, let's go!"

At this time, Reg and the others were slowly paddling along the quiet waterway. Compared with the previous section of the waterway, this section of waterway is like heaven and hell. There are still tender green grasses, and even the thorns in the distance are taller and more lush than other places, and there are clumps of aquatic plants fluttering in the water from time to time, just like a green brocade swaying in the wind. .

The raft moved slowly with the gentle sound of paddling water. It was like walking in a fairyland in the light and shadow of the day. "How wonderful it would be like this forever?" An orc warrior couldn't help sighing, but he When the voice just fell, Reg shouted "No, prepare to fight!" But before his voice fell to the ground, he heard a sound of piercing through the air, and an excellent feather arrow had accurately penetrated into an orc Warrior's neck!

"There is an ambush!" With a loud shout, the whole raft was in a commotion, and the orc warriors raised the heavy shields beside them to protect the vital points, but several orc warriors still fell under the arrows.

Looking at the star-like black spots on the white sword feather, Mu Mu immediately filled his chest with anger, "I must have pulled out your skin, you damned yellow apes." , picked up the tomahawk and rushed to the river bank.

"Don't move the wood!" Reg yelled. At this moment, all the orcs were carefully observing the situation on both sides of the bank. No one was manipulating the oars, and the raft was slowly retreating backwards.

"Put up the shield formation, and the rest of the people paddle!" Following Reg's order, these orc warriors quickly stabilized, and Mu Mu also hurriedly dropped his battle axe, picked up a wooden paddle and paddled the water desperately, and the raft Finally began to move slowly upward again.

Reg quickly searched on both sides of the bank with a sword in his hand, and the beautiful dense thorns that fell into his eyes before now became the biggest obstacle. Suddenly, a cold light flashed among the thorns, and then a fast feathered arrow struck him. He brushed aside the feathered arrow casually, and was about to jump over to chase after him, but suddenly felt something was wrong, "I'm afraid this is the enemy's trick to lure the enemy."

Thinking of this, Reg shouted loudly, "Go at full speed!" The orc warrior paddled the wooden oar more vigorously, and the raft suddenly moved much faster. Reg also picked up a wooden oar, but quickly flashed to the side of the wood and said in a low voice. "Ask a few archers to prepare, but don't let the enemy notice it. The opponent's archers are hidden in the thorn bushes over there. Once they find out the movement and shoot quickly, they will often be very powerful to us!"

At this moment, several feathered arrows shot through the air, and Reg hurriedly swung the wooden oar in his hand, only to hear a few crisp clangs, and the feathered arrows hit the wooden oar fiercely, almost knocking the heavy wooden oar away. Shot through, while the arrow tail was still trembling.

Without waiting for Wood's order, several centaur archers had already opened their bows and released their arrows in an instant. Several feathered arrows sank into the thorns in the blink of an eye, and there was a muffled sound from the opposite side. Obviously, these feathered arrows had accurately shot each other. , Such archery skills also made Reg amazed, and at the same time felt a little relieved. After experiencing this battle again and again, this team has gradually grown up, but suddenly there is a trace of sadness. Come down, how many of these fighters are left?
(End of this chapter)