(Get the achievement [Keep your word])
After clearing the battlefield and calculating the results, the coalition forces defeated the main force of the Shadralo Deadwood Troll at the cost of more than 400 casualties. Only 816 troll corpses were collected. More importantly, Shadraro's mage powers took a heavy hit.
The road to Shadraro is clear.
"General, are you injured?" Carlos saw Odrun's left hand tied to the deck and became concerned.
"You can't do it anymore. I neglected training. It's rare that I injured myself on the last battlefield." General Odrun looked sad.
"Where's the priest? Why don't you treat me?" Carlos asked. He still has respect for Odrun. Cutting off the retreat is far more dangerous than blocking the enemy's advance. Meeting the incarnation of the gods is purely a matter of luck, and Carlos knows who is good and who is good.
"There are only twelve priests in total. It's better to help the injured young men than to waste energy on a crippling injury like mine." General Odrun was very open-minded.
"Praise the Light."
"Praise the Light."
After bidding farewell to General Odrun, Carlos walked around to other people who needed to visit.
Apart from the smell of fireworks all over Biglas's body, his hair was intact and Danaus excitedly boasted about his heroic performance.
Beckham Iron Warhammer's dwarf troops suffered few casualties, and the dwarves shouted that this was a great victory with their naturally loud voices.
Kurdran and the gryphon knights are waiting on their gryphon companions. The long flight transitions and night bombings have exhausted these winged friends.
"Looking closer, Xuen is really big." Carlos said with emotion.
"The newborn Xuen was so small that his parents even thought they couldn't feed him and abandoned him." Kurdran combed Xuen's hair and said to Carlos.
"Then how did it grow so big?" Carlos asked curiously, if the gryphon race also had a novelist, the Xuen of Kurdran would be a proper loser legendary protagonist.
"It's edible." Kurdran seemed to have recalled some bad memories, and his whole face turned into a ball of pain.
"Uh, can you tell me something?" Carlos was shocked by the mystery of Xuen's growth.
"When I picked it up in the mountains, it was so big that it was so weak that it only had one breath left." Kurdran gestured to its size and then said, "I used goat milk and minced meat to rescue Xuen. Mainly The pure white griffin is so beautiful, although everyone told me it is just a symptom of albinism."
"The little guy has been sick for a long time, and I spent a lot of time taking care of it." Kurdran continued, "But I found a problem. A little thing that is weak for a day can eat very much. The sick griffon does not It’s so edible. Out of curiosity, I hunted a rock goat that was twice the size of the little thing, cut it up and piled it all in front of the little thing.”
"Eat it all?" Carlos asked.
"I ate it all, and I'm seventy percent full." Kurdran said with a wry smile: "The little thing's stomach seems to be connected to another world. The reason why he is sick all day long is because he has not eaten enough."
"When Xuen was growing up, I was either hunting or on the way to hunt every day. I was freed when I learned that the little thing had the ability to hunt on its own. Then the little thing grew bigger and bigger, and finally it became like this." Lan raised his hand above his head to stroke Xuen's head, and Xuen rubbed his head against Kurdran's cheek affectionately.
"You guys have such a good relationship." Carlos was a little envious and was thinking about whether he should raise something as well. (Elizabeth is logging in to her account
"Of course, Xuen is both my partner and my child." Kurdran, who was as fierce as a storm on the battlefield, was a dwarf with a cheerful smile in private.
Arriving at the barracks in Kul Tiras, the gunners were drinking happily, and General Odrun specially approved five large barrels of beer for the heroes.
"Second Lieutenant, I am impressed by you and your artillery." Carlos praised him without hesitation.
"Sir, this is nothing. On the sea, it is much more difficult to fire on a bumpy battleship than on the ground. In an artillery battle within one nautical mile, I can maintain a hit rate of more than 30%." The second lieutenant gave Carlos a thumbs up. Had a glass.
A 30% hit rate is incredible. Although Azeroth is a magical world, all kinds of unscientific things are not surprising. But a 10% hit rate for a technical weapon like artillery on the sea is already an incredible achievement. (A distance of one nautical mile is still considered close combat, but a ship of two hundred meters is about the same size as a toy ship model at this distance. A 30% hit rate is already considered an exaggerated hit rate. Any more will not be magic. . In addition, the 2% hit rate generally mentioned in novels about naval battles refers to over-the-horizon artillery battles conducted by battleships under the calibration of calibration machines. The distance between the two sides is generally more than 20 nautical miles.
"A toast to the great Kingdom of Kul Tiras." Carlos raised a toast in congratulations.
"Long live humanity," the soldiers responded.
After going to the Royal Knights of Alterac to mourn his comrades who died in the battle, and exchanging feelings with the tin cans for a while, Carlos dragged his tired body back to the camp. After a sleepless night and a fierce battle at dawn, Carlos's physical strength was already in the lower half. After socializing with everyone for a long time, the feeling of sleepiness filled his brain.
"Uncle Fang Bian, it feels like we haven't seen you for a long time." Carlos saw Fang Bian sitting in his tent and said hello with force.
"If you don't have the energy, I can come back tomorrow." Fang Bian saw Carlos' fatigue.
"You're here, I hope what you told me is good news." Carlos patted his cheek.
"It's not good. Although I'm not a mage who specializes in psychic spells, judging from the remains of the spider spirit you brought back, there may be another big one in Shadraloli." Fang Bian brought bad news. .
"Can you be more specific?" Carlos took the hot water from Todd, held it in his hand and took a deep breath of hot air.
"The venom is a mixed venom made from original spider venom plus some other things and given divine power by the Lord of Poison, so it is extremely powerful." Fang Bian paused, "So, where did the original venom come from."
"Yeah, I understand." Carlos took a sip of hot water and felt a little more energetic.
"I won't disturb your rest." Fang Bian stood up and left.
"Uncle Brick, walk slowly." Carlos returned the cup to the personal attendant, and Todd also left the tent.
"Tell me what news you will bring me." Carlos stood up. He felt that he might fall asleep instantly when he lay down.
"How did you know I'm here?" Tan Ji revealed her figure and asked curiously.
"Who else but you would look for snacks in my tent?" Carlos used a white eye attack on Lucia.
"I found the place you asked me to look for, but the guards were very tight and I couldn't get in." Tan Ji replied.
"Can you tell there's that inside?" Carlos asked cryptically.
"There should be. No matter what race, nobility is not a good thing. I walked around the aristocratic area of Shadraluo and found a lot of them." Tan Ji's eyes were also shining.
"Very good, I will honor your share when things are done." Carlos dismissed his men and finally lay down on the bed to sleep. But at this moment, Carlos couldn't find sleep.
In front of gold, the incarnation of Shadra, the poisonous lord, is nothing. I will kill even a god for you to see!
