After a day of rest, when the fog began to dissipate the next day, Carlos and his party started on their way. One reading※.―1 one
Walking along the road, wild animals and other things would not dare to cause trouble to the large group of people. After killing two blind salt crocodiles, killing three groups of Supi Gnolls, and shooting a few lone orcs, the sun set. Carlos felt like he had a fulfilling day today, but he seemed to have done nothing.
BBQ tender crocodile meat is a good delicacy. Cut it into thin slices, spread it evenly with refined salt and black pepper, and grill it on a hot stone slab. It is quite delicious.
The other soldiers were happy to eat meat. Any meat quality could be put aside. If there was salt, it was good meat. If there was no salt, they would eat it as usual. Two crocodiles weighing more than 500 kilograms were divided into three large mouthfuls per person.
As a close guard of Carlos, in addition to having strict and high standards, he naturally also has some privileges.
For other regiments, it would be a serious crime to go out privately during the march, but the Guards Corps, a group of proud soldiers, greeted their superiors, and the three of them carried forks and ropes and went out to look for food.
Anyway, just come back before departure.
Someone started, and others became uncomfortable.
There was no other way, so the captain of the guard came to ask Carlos for instructions.
Carlos looked at the surrounding environment. It was not a suitable terrain for an ambush, so he simply gave twenty places to the three-person team. If you want to eat meat, you can find it yourself. It seems that there is still more than an hour before the sky darkens completely. Return. Failure to do so requires martial law.
Amidst cheers, the Japanese came out of the turret.
The difference between elite soldiers and ordinary soldiers lies in their execution ability.
The sky was completely dark, and the hunters more or less caught wild food.
Water birds, water snakes, and freshwater fish are the most common, as are rabbits, squirrels, and beavers. But now two groups of people actually worked together to get a brown bear back, and Carlos was a little uneasy. The most outrageous thing was that three guys actually brought back a fish-man.
"Your Majesty, it is fresh and refreshing, similar to the taste of bullfrog. Would you like to try it?"
Seeing that Carlos accepted the bear paw as tribute from the soldiers, the murloc group also cut off a thigh to flatter him. Read a book.︿1ck want a book n a s read h a u book. read cc
"What do you think is the definition of a humanoid creature?"
Carlos twitched the corners of his eyes and asked in as gentle a voice as possible.
"Humans, elves, dwarves, gnomes."
The soldier patted his chest. He said with a red face.
"Girl with golden eyes and big boobs!"
Soldier Two said excitedly.
"Long live Alterac!"
The soldiers stood at attention on three pairs of feet, holding the twitching fish-man thighs in their hands.
Is it because you don’t understand human language or is it that I speak Martian language...
Carlos abandoned euphemism and decided to use devious tactics to appease the enthusiasm of the soldiers.
"As the Emperor's Shield, you have to eat enough to have the strength to protect me. I accept it with kindness, so I don't want the food anymore. Waste is a great crime, so you have to finish it."
"Yes! Your Majesty!"
"Promise to complete the mission!"
"Long live Alterac!"
No matter what the subordinates think, it's all the leader's fault. If they can't understand people's words and can't see their eyes, it's all the leader's fault.
Forget it, I tolerate it.
After a little farce ended. The captain of the guard said in Carlos's ear: "Your Majesty, there is still a group of people who have not returned."
"Go and ask about the situation, make sure you are lost, and prepare to take action if you don't see anyone in half an hour. 一〓Reading. 1 to see, k to a, and n_shu."
"As commanded."
About twenty minutes later, a lone soldier returned to the camp covered in mud.
"Your Majesty, we found several dwarf corpses while hunting. They were still fresh, so we followed the traces to investigate. We found that a group of dwarves and a few orcs were trapped in a cave by a group of jackals. The other two were in Look out for the wind. I'll come back and report the situation."
Although he looked embarrassed, the soldiers were clear in speech, high in spirit, and full of murderous intent in every word.
According to his reaction, the number of jackals in the group was between sixty and eighty, and there seemed to be spellcasters.
But who are the people around Carlos?
The iron-blooded veteran who has had relationships with orcs, fought arm-wrestling with ogres, and eats murlocs without changing his expression!
To use a cliché, they don't ask how many enemies they have. Just ask where the enemy is!
For the patrol teams of dwarves and orcs, this group of gnolls is a terrible enemy, because neither side has enough energy and troops to deal with the gnolls who appear out of nowhere in the fierce life-and-death battle between the Alliance and the Horde.
But when they met Carlos, a powerful passer-by, this group of jackals was also unlucky.
"Black dwarf or yellow dwarf?"
Carlos asked.
"It's too dark. I can't see clearly, but it must be yellow."
The soldier recalled it, not sure.
"The dwarves are our allies. It's not good to ignore them when we encounter them. Captain of the guard, lead a team to deal with them and rescue them. Don't worry about the trophies. Just shoot the jackal spellcasters and other random arrows to death, and don't survive. "
"As you command!"
When they heard that there was a war, the soldiers who had been wrapped in blankets and warming themselves by the fire in twos and threes became excited and encouraged their captain to sign up with their eyes. However, the captain of the guard knew too well the thoughts of his men and ignored the restless hearts of the soldiers. He took away the people who kept watch last night, leaving soldiers with more adequate physical reserves to guard Carlos.
The distance was too far, so we couldn't hear the shouts of killing, and the wind was in a good direction, so we couldn't smell the smell of blood. After waiting patiently, before the moon reached the zenith, the soldiers came back.
"The one who praises the great, His Majesty Carlos, it's so exciting to see you. Thank you for your selfless assistance. I thought I was going to die in the mire of the wetland, hahahahaha."
The filthy dwarf wanted to hug Carlos, but Carlos held out his hand to stop him.
"Man, I think a few buckets of hot water will make you feel better, and then we can get something to eat."
Carlos politely rejected the dwarf's enthusiasm.
"That's right. These damn monsters came out of nowhere. Your Highness Carlos, please allow Brian to leave for a while."
After the dwarf finished speaking, he took the towel from the soldiers and put it on his shoulders. He also took the hot water from two ends and went around to the back of the tent to rinse it off.
Taking advantage of this interval, Carlos listened to the reports of his subordinates.
When the human soldiers felt it, the gnoll wizard was casting a spell, and a large number of swamp creatures were controlled by their minds and rushed to the cave. The dwarves and orcs temporarily cooperated under the threat of the gnolls, and jointly resisted the gnoll offensive.
It can be judged that one of the orcs is a sword master, but the blood-soaked bandages on his body indicate that he is injured.
Carlos's soldiers did not act blindly. They approached slowly and lurked carefully. After the deployment was in place, they used kerosene to clear the way, paved the way with exploding arrows, and directly analized the group of jackals in the chaos.
Then he rescued five dwarves from the Bronzebeard clan from the cave.
Carlos nodded with satisfaction. If his Guards Corps didn't even have the strength to crush the Jackals one on one, what's the point of raising this group of trash? Less than 700 people were selected from the 100,000 young people in Alterac. Half were filled into the National Knights of the Royal Religion and half were filled into the Guards Corps. They usually trained in the most scientific way and used the most magical equipment. With the top-notch food on hand, is it true that he can't produce strong fighting power?
"Aren't there a few more orcs?"
Carlos asked curiously.
"died."
"died?"
"Yes, His Highness Brian is the younger brother of His Majesty King Magni. There is no need to lie to us. He said that the orcs yelled twice excitedly when we launched the fire attack, and then died. It was not them who moved it. hand."
The captain of the guard was also a little confused about this, but still handed the orc's relics to Carlos.
Brian? Brian! Oh, Brian. At first, Carlos didn't associate the name Brian with Brian Bronzebeard, one of the black-armored duo. He was still wondering about the mysterious death of the orc sword master, but after understanding that this Brian was the same Brian , it suddenly became clear.
"Get some hot food for our dwarf friends."
After the captain of the guard took the order and left, Carlos opened the package that the orc protected with his life under the orange light of the bonfire.
There are three documents inside.
After reading them one by one, I found that they were all very time-sensitive order documents and would not be of much help to future alliance offensives. After looking at it again and again, Carlos suddenly discovered a strange term - the Black Fang Clan? !
History has changed. Red Blackhand stole the chief position of the Blackhand clan in advance. Why is there still the title of the Blackfang clan? Did something happen to his brother Maimu Blackhand?
Sure enough, water can carry a boat, and it can also row a boat.
Carlos showed a charming smile. Learning a foreign language well will always come in handy. (To be continued.)
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