Start as Inherited Baroness

"Throw the spear!!" The mercenary leader wearing a horn helmet ordered again after seeing the great results.

Whoosh whoosh...more than a dozen short spears were thrown out, killing not only five or six gnolls, but also a heavily armored orc.

The short spear pierced its chest and broke through the iron breastplate. Although it did not penetrate deeply into the flesh, there were gurgling blood stains oozing out.

Simon, who was watching the battle from behind, saw this and said with a smile: "This spear throwing is good. Let's do this kind of tactics when we get back."

"Yes! Sir, make short spears when you get back and let the soldiers practice..." Mailan responded respectfully.

At this time, in the orc camp, the strong orc commander and several other members of his tribe were discussing the current situation.

"Deputy Chief, we picked the wrong person, those human caravans lied to us!

The human lords in this place are very powerful.

Their soldiers are not only good at fighting, but also well-equipped, unless they bring the elite of our tribe.

Otherwise, it is impossible for these mongrel orcs to defeat the human army, so we might as well leave. "

A relatively short orc priest said in an urgent tone.

“But we managed to gather thousands of orcs, and this forest is deep enough.

If you give up here, there will be no suitable hiding place around.

Retreat deep into the forest, accumulate strength, and come back for revenge later!

The Alliance is already preparing a counterattack, and we won't have to wait too long. "The deputy chief shook his head and disagreed with the priest's statement.

"This forest is not that simple. I vaguely feel that there is an ancient existence sleeping deep in it.

I'm afraid the danger here is no less dangerous than that of the human lords..." the orc priest hesitated.

"This is the homeland of the Orcs. The Ancestral God will protect us!" the deputy chief said with firm eyes.

"Okay... then it's time to leave now." The orc priest hesitated before finally agreeing.

"Take the jackals and tauren with you and let's retreat!" the deputy chief ordered in a calm and rough voice.

"Yes!" A weaker orc immediately responded, and then ran to inform.

At this time, at the village gate, the mercenaries had broken through the defense line formed by the orcs and entered the camp.

The three orcs who showed their prowess just now were hacked to death with random swords, but the mercenaries also paid a heavy price.

Although there were a lot of kobolds in the camp, their combat power was too weak and they became human shields blocking their progress.

The mercenaries almost killed each other one by one. Soon, the kobolds were frightened and fled to the rear, crying and wailing. They were killed and wounded countless times just by trampling on them.

"Ah ha ha ha! Kill! Kill!!" Upon seeing this, the rugged mercenary captain laughed wantonly and shouted.

Not long after, the mercenaries completely defeated the orcs, and there were no more resisters. They all fled for their lives in a panic.

"Captain! Something's not right. Why are there only kobolds left? Where are the jackals, goats and orcs?"

At this time, someone noticed something was wrong and wondered.

“The valley is not closed, and he must have escaped from the back.

Don't worry, there are two mercenary groups blocking the road over there, let's just kill them! "Tracking Master Villette responded calmly.

"Yes! Kill!" When everyone heard this, they all started to kill with confidence.

The orc lairs here are dotted with low, half-cave wooden houses, and it was obvious that they were previously inhabited by kobolds.

Judging from the traces, you must have lived there for a long time, and their unique style is everywhere...

"Lord Baron, the battle is almost over, the orcs are still vulnerable." Mailan looked at it for a few times and smiled.

"Let's go there too." Simon nodded and ordered.

"Yes!" Everyone responded, formed their formations, and rushed in.

When we walked to the village gate, the smell of blood hit our nostrils.

There are piles of corpses here, most of which belong to various orcs, and the remains of mercenaries can also be seen from time to time.

Especially the three orcs were surrounded by at least a dozen broken human bodies, all of which had been killed by blunt weapons.

"This thing's physique is really good. If there are 10,000 of them in an army, it would be really scary."

Mailan looked at the bloody orc who had been chopped and stabbed, stamped on it, and sighed.

“They are the most difficult orcs to deal with, so naturally they have to be somewhat capable.

Follow the mercenaries and clean up the battlefield. Don't cut off your ears without last resorting to last hits. Simon ordered.

"Yes! Sir!" Mailan responded and immediately went to make arrangements.

After a while, the soldiers from the Guards and the Patrol took action and stabbed to death some of the kobolds who were still panting on the ground.

They were all badly injured, otherwise they could be captured and used as slaves.

After a while, the mercenaries chased the footsteps of the fleeing orcs and gradually disappeared, and the orc camp became quiet.

There was only the sound of Guardsmen and patrol soldiers digging through walls and cabinets looking for things.

"Sir! I've discovered something! Look!"

Mailan held a wooden box and ran to Simon's side excitedly, lowering his voice and shouting.

"What's wrong?"

Simon, who was looking around, looked at him and asked doubtfully.

"Sir! Look, there is silver ore in this box! I think it was dug freshly!"

Mailan opened the box, and the contents inside were immediately visible.

It's a pile of stones, but each stone is sparkling with silver, shining brightly in the sun, a bit dazzling.

Simon first cast a poison detection spell. After finding that it was not poisonous, he picked up a piece and looked at it carefully.

"Is it really silver ore??" He looked at it dumbfounded and asked.

"Baron! It must be a silver mine. I've seen it before, that's right!" Mailan laughed.

"Didn't the ogres all die?" Simon quickly came to his senses, patted his shoulder and shouted.

"Uh... I'm afraid... they're all gone."

Mailan looked around and forced a smile.

"Quick! Rescue the ogres!"

Simon shouted, and immediately led the way to search among the orc corpses.

"Quick! See if there are any alive..." Mailan also called the soldiers.

After a while, Simon sighed and shook his head. The ogres were all dead.

However, this silver mine must be not far from here, but it takes time to find it slowly.

It's more convenient to get information directly from the ogres.

"Forget it, don't look for it for now.

Don't tell anyone about this matter, and collect all the silver ore in the orcs' nest to me.

Be sure to pay attention and don't let those mercenaries find it." Simon ordered solemnly.

"Yes! Sir! I know my limits! I was the first to discover these silver ores.

I didn't tell anyone else." Mailan replied seriously.

Ordinarily, Simon should have drawn his sword and stabbed him to death the next moment.

But Mailan was a character brought up by the panel after all, and his loyalty was guaranteed, so there was no need to silence him.

"Go! Clean it up.

If the mercenaries find out, let them sleep in the forest forever." Simon said with a stern look.

"Yes! Sir!" Mailan saluted respectfully and went to do the work.

After that, Simon also joined the search for spoils, no longer just watching from the side.

This kobold's nest is a bit old, and there may be some good things stored in it.