Regis led the warriors who were still able to move, holding weapons and carefully guarding against the powerful bugbear gang in the distance. He watched them busy making fires and cooking, skillfully cleaning up the dead gnolls, and then placing them on the fire. Grill it up.
The guys in the caravan secretly observed the bugbears' actions. Seeing their cruel behavior, they all felt chills in their bodies. They thought that if they and others had become food for the bugbears, they might end up like this.
"What a bunch of stupid beasts!"
A young warrior who had not long joined the Eagle Mercenary Group looked at the tragedy with anger on his face and said fiercely.
"…………"
There was no one around him for his companions. They had long been accustomed to the barbaric ways of the wilderness tribes. Although they were a little disgusted by this, they were not as full of justice as the young people.
"When you live on this land, sooner or later you will become like this."
Regis stared at the Bugbear's movements with an expressionless face, patted the young team member next to him on the shoulder and said.
"Impossible, my Lord taught me to pursue justice and never do unjust things."
The young man categorically denied the captain's words and answered without any doubt.
"Haha, maybe."
Regis did not distinguish himself from the young people. For this young man who believed in the Lord of the Morning, maintaining order and being kind had already been deeply ingrained in their behavior.
"Everyone is ready. Remember to maintain your formation in the next battle and conserve your strength to prevent the bugbears from rebelling. At least we must save our lives and return to our families alive."
Regis took advantage of everyone's rest to make arrangements for the next action. As employees, since their employer requires them to cooperate with bugbears to attack a gnoll camp that has lost its main elite force, they have no right to refuse when they take money from others. The only thing Regis can do is to do it when the rules allow it. Next, try your best to ensure that the group of comrades around you survive.
Of course, Regis is not opposed to this cooperation with bugbears. Helping to do something that obviously does not have too much risk can make the caravan they protect more likely to survive, which also means that they The task was completed, so coordinating the relationship with the bugbears has become an important task for Regis now.
"Leader Allen, here are half of the weapons and mails promised to you. Please check them. The rest will be delivered when we leave."
To be honest, Fili didn't want to fulfill the conditions agreed to Allen now, but Allen used the excuse that he needed weapons to equip bugbears in order to attack the gnoll tribe more reliably, forcing Fili to cash in half of the weapons. With no choice, Fili had no choice but to give 5 lightweight maces to Allen. Seeing a group of strong bugbears excitedly taking over the terrifying mace from Allen's hand and waving it in the air, Feilina couldn't help but feel that these armed bugbears suddenly turned their guns. The image of hitting his own body with a weapon made him suddenly shudder.
"Very good, please rest assured, Director Feili. I, Allen, keep my word. As long as you don't violate our agreement and cooperate with us seriously to capture the Bonefire Tribe camp, then you can rest assured about the safety of your caravan."
Allen also felt that after receiving the other person's benefits, he would naturally understand how to behave, and his kind words soothed the other person's anxious heart.
"That's that."
Feili cursed in his heart, but his face showed a submissive look.
The bugbears had a feast, leaving behind a pile of jackal bones. Allen ordered a few female bugbears to return the loot and a few corpses to the camp, and then took nearly forty bugbears with him and the giant Flash Silver Together, the caravan slowly moved towards the jackal camp more than 30 miles away.
As a powerful local force, the land they occupy is indeed richer in natural resources than the land of bugbears. Where an uninterrupted gurgling stream flows, all kinds of shrubs and weeds are growing brilliantly, and from time to time there are trees. A small beast haunts it. If such a scene were placed on the land of bugbears, the bugbears, who are not taboos about meat and vegetables, would have dug them all up, and everything that could be eaten would be stuffed into their bellies.
Of course, this is also thanks to the fact that the diet of jackals is mainly meat, so the vegetation growing along the water source has not suffered much damage. As long as there are plants growing, the herbivorous animals that feed on plants will not be cut off. Under the influence, the life of the jackals was much better than that of the bugbears.
Allen has been paying attention to the surrounding ecosystem along the way, and he feels that the idea he suddenly came up with today is really wise. As long as it is managed properly, the population of the Green Field Tribe will surely grow explosively in the foreseeable future. And as the population of the Green Wild Tribe increases, it means that the strength of the tribe increases. After more warriors appear, it will not be like now, where there is a big piece of fat in front of you, but there is no way to eat it. The pain was gone.
Allen has never really given up on the prey of the Flash Silver Caravan, but he knows the strength of the Green Field Tribe and the survival rules of the wilderness. If their tribe suffers too many losses due to the attack on the Flash Silver Caravan, then hiding in the dark Enemies who peek at their tribe will jump out of the darkness, spread their claws and fight against the Green Field Tribe, completely annihilating the Green Field Tribe.
Although the Flash Silver Caravan lost a lot of combat power in the previous confrontation, the eight surviving Eagle mercenaries and the dozen or so low-level warriors owned by the caravan itself were still able to defeat the Green Field tribe members. Cause great losses.
Although nine carriages were holding back the thirty-mile flat road, the descendants of the Mongolian Blood Horse, who were extremely powerful, could still easily carry the heavy carriages and arrived at the location of the Bone Fire Tribe when the sun set at an angle of 45 degrees. In the camp.
The living environment of the Bonefire Jackal Camp is much better than that of the Green Field Camp built on the hills. The large lake near the camp is sparkling in the breeze. Waves of light. Faced with uninvited guests, the Bonefire Camp built of logs had the gnolls who stayed behind to close the simple gate of the camp early on. There were many people behind the fence. The gnolls were encouraging the tribesmen and their slaves to take up arms to guard against this. A group of unknown guests.
"People inside, listen, your Bonefire Clan leader Barbarian Claw has been killed by the powerful Allen, and your warriors have become the dead souls under our swords. As long as you give up your resistance quickly, I, the Green Field Tribe, will spare your life. Otherwise, when our warriors break through your camp, all those who hold weapons against our warriors will be our enemies!!"
Allen stood at the door of the Bonefire Camp and shouted loudly inside, trying to see if he could persuade the enemy to surrender with words or confuse the opponent's military morale. But now it seems that it is of no use. Behind the fence of the camp, a A jackal yelled at Allen in jackal dialect. Along with the roar, there were more than a dozen pebbles of different sizes, which fell around Allen. Lun was in a hurry for a while.
