Chapter 322 Rebel, White Scythe...

April 15th, Nehemiah Grasslands.

The cloudless grassland has already warmed up, and the new grass is all over the mountains and plains. For the orcs, it is the season for the growth and reproduction of livestock, which is commonly known as the "development period".

But for the "Hammer of Rohar" tribe, after being attacked by Rodi last year and losing the clever witch doctor Sarota, the situation of the entire tribe quickly took a turn for the worse, and there was no sign of "development".

Chief Rohar's dull head thought that continuous aggression and plunder could restore the vitality of the tribe, but he didn't expect... Now the tribe with a sharply reduced population and lack of clothing and food can no longer support the extremely risky plundering battle.

But for Chief Rohar, such a problem is not a "problem". The aggressive nature of the orcs makes them like the pleasure of "getting something for nothing" when harvesting other people's fruits. Therefore...he listened to his number one witch doctor" Bussar's suggestion, issued a death order to the tribe: grab enough food, hoard more troops, invade more tribes

As one of Busar's subordinates, the witch doctor Zulanda was ordered to bring thirty orcs to plunder the villages belonging to the "Shattered Hand Tribe" near the territory.

But just when he thought there would be a fierce battle, the orcs who were exploring the way ahead discovered a fact: the village had already been attacked by another force within half an hour.

The corpses of the herdsmen of the "Shattered Hand Tribe" were lying on the grass, and the smell of blood came to their faces, but the cattle and sheep had disappeared, obviously they had been looted.

"Check the traces, they must not have gone far"

Zulanda felt very upset. He pulled the stinky leather jacket on his body, and ordered to the subordinates beside him: "Be quicker and delay the work of Chief Rohar, you just wait for death."

The brutality of the orcs is not only reflected in the actions, but also the speaking style of the witch doctor is an epitome of their brutal thinking...

But after the words fell, there was some movement suddenly in the tent in front of him. Zulanda's subordinates hurriedly clenched their weapons, and made a fighting posture with a low growl, but then they found that the figure walking out of the tent seemed to be somewhat look familiar…

"Zulanda witch doctor, long time no see."

Accompanied by the deep words, Sauron, with his chest on his chest, stepped forward to appear in front of these orcs. And behind him, followed by a group of blood-splattered soldiers... Obviously, they just slaughtered all the orcs in this village.

"Zoro?"

Zulanda's face changed, and he gritted his teeth and said, "You are still alive? It seems that the severe cold in winter has not taught you a lesson."

Because of his outstanding ability, Sauron was squeezed out and suppressed by a group of witch doctors after the death of Sarota, and finally hid at the edge of the grassland almost as "exiled"—and Zulanda was the most active pusher among them. By.

When the enemy met, Sauron did not show a "jealous" attitude. He was wearing the simple linen trousers, and his upper body was covered with healed scars... This kind of sturdy posture brought disaster to Zulanda invisibly. The pressure of words: Sauron is probably the only witch doctor who dares to fight on the front line after several visits to the orc kingdom.

"Thanks to you guys, my life is not good." Sauron walked calmly, holding a black iron rod in his hand, and came not far from Zulanda casually. "It seems that Rohar is preparing to expand his troops again?"

"You are not qualified to make irresponsible remarks about the chief's decision." Zulanda replied in a strong tone, and then waved: "Stop talking nonsense, and hand over everything you snatched."

Sauron didn't move at all, his rock-like muscles trembled slightly, as if he was suppressing certain emotions, and after sweeping his eyes over Zulanda, he said in a deep voice: "Continuing to plunder like this is not good for the tribe." .”

"Talk this to Busar witch doctor. I'm not interested in hearing your nonsense."

Zulanda sneered, but her disdain became more and more disdainful in her heart—now Busar has become the "first witch doctor" of the tribe, and no matter how powerful Sauron is, he can't threaten his position.

He walked towards the camp, waved his hands and shouted at the subordinates around him: "Take things away, hurry up, I'm not interested in wasting time here, you..."

He stopped in astonishment, and found that Sauron raised his hand to stop him.

"Let me find Bussar?"

While speaking, a head was thrown out by Sauron's subordinates, and "Gululu" rolled to the ground in front of Zulanda.

The witch doctor looked over suspiciously, then his expression changed instantly, he took three or four steps back in horror, and sat down on the ground...

The ground covered with mud and grass clippings is the head of the witch doctor Busar

"you you you…"

Zulanda opened his mouth, but an elemental hum interrupted his words——

"hum"

The elemental chain hammer appeared in the air, Sauron looked at Zulanda who was standing still, and waved the heavy "skullbreaker" expressionlessly.

"Squeeze—"

The fragments of the deformed and disintegrated corpse flew out in a scattering shape, and the crackling sound made Zulanda's men completely stupefied in place.

Under the effect of "Bloodlust", the tall Sauron walked slowly, dragging the heavy chain hammer towards the remaining orcs...

"A group of brainless idiots will only drag everyone into the abyss."

The hammerhead plowed a deep mark on the ground, proclaiming its astonishing weight and the anger that Sauron had suppressed for three months.

In the past three months, he was almost in a desperate situation, but in the end he led all his subordinates through the difficulties with inhuman perseverance, and now——he has officially embarked on his own road of revenge.

And... unstoppable.

The southwest end of Karen Kingdom, Brill Forest.

As the southernmost region of the kingdom, it can already be called "hot" in April, and it seems that there is always endless rain in the humid forest—and after a big battle in such an environment, no matter who , It looks as if it has just fallen into the water, and it is very embarrassing.

"Confirmed Death"

"Confirmed Death"

"puff--"

The sound of the long sword being pierced into the chest was heard, followed by a muffled sentence: "Death confirmed."

The combat team in white robes is reporting the results of the battle in the rainforest.

The fierce battle that happened just now is over, all twelve members of the "Rose Cross" survived, while none of the enemies escaped, and all of them were "purified".

In the eyes of the common people, "religious struggle" seems to be limited to verbal attacks and accusations, but few people know the real blood behind it-the extreme religion of "Viper Cross" is becoming more and more violent in the southern part of the kingdom, and it is frequent A conflict broke out with the "Rose Cross", so now nearly a hundred teams have been dispatched here to start a retaliatory attack on the heretics who are active in the shadows.

This is fighting without mercy, without mercy.

"After counting, return to the outpost."

When some cold voices sounded, these soldiers who were panting and resting stood up straight almost reflexively, and collectively answered: "Yes"

Their armor and robes were covered with blood and dirt, their faces were covered with mud marks, and their bodies were so exhausted that they didn't even want to move... However, these templars never disobeyed the captain's orders.

During the two months of face-to-face fighting with the heretics, they were the only team that did not lose their staff, and their captain contributed a lot to this achievement.

After the order was finished, a white light followed. The exhausted soldiers suddenly felt a lot of physical strength. They looked at the back of the man who was walking at the front of the line, and there was an indescribable expression in their eyes. awe...

When all the teams first came to the south to perform their missions, the "captain" in front of them was just an inconspicuous priest among countless soldiers. A week later, everyone changed their minds about the pastor.

In several encounters, she led the team to kill the most tenacious enemy, captured the strongest position, and became a well-deserved master of the battlefield

Her achievements made everyone dare not despise this cold-faced young pastor.

Because of her outstanding contribution, she was promoted to be the captain, and then wiped out all the enemies in the next twelve encounters—on this unknown and hidden battlefield, she began to have a prominent position between the enemy and the friendly forces. nickname:

"White Sickle".

She doesn't like to talk, but she doesn't make people feel indifferent. It's just that everyone's deepest understanding is the captain's amazing growth rate... and her inadvertently revealed sadness.

There is always sadness between the captain's eyebrows. Some people muster up the courage to ask, but they will never get an answer. And after each battle, the captain always stood on the edge of the battlefield, looking at everything in front of him, as if gently telling something to someone hidden in her heart.

At this time, she would always gently rub a bone dice in her hand.

There are always hidden undercurrents hidden under the peaceful appearance of the kingdom. In the far west, no one knows that a city that existed in the annihilation epic has reappeared and was taken by a young man named "Roddy". Take it for yourself.

And in the village of Mogra, the farmers who work all day don't even know the conflict between the kingdom's border and the orcs

At this moment, Nafie is playing with Sam’s sheepdog with cheerful steps. She has temporarily forgotten the sadness of her mother’s departure with a smile on her face. In the past three months, the young Naifei has gradually adapted to being in Sam’s family. Life under the care of the uncle.

She recites those tomes on time every day according to her mother's request, but more often than not, she always likes to stand at the westernmost edge of the village, looking at the path in the distance—in this way, when her mother appears there, I will be the first person in the village to know that my mother is back.

But after being disappointed again and again, Camilla was also a little disheartened. She hugged the fluffy shepherd dog, looked at the sky, and imagined where her mother might be now...

While she was thinking about it, Nai Fei suddenly heard the sound of a conversation—she hurriedly got up, cast her gaze over it with some surprise, but then pouted her mouth in disappointment.

It was not the mother who came.

She casually glanced at the five travelers in gray-brown robes, raised her crooked eyebrows a little, as if she was thinking about the identities of these guys... The other party saw Nefei and greeted them, some emotions were deeply moved After hiding, the middle-aged man at the head came to the little red-haired girl and asked aloud, "Where is this place? If you want to find the village chief, how should you go?"

Naifei didn't do anything out of the ordinary. After pointing the way tenderly, she watched the pedestrians walking towards the village, and muttered strangely: "The light on these guys is so strange..."

This kind of question couldn't be figured out, so Naifei stopped thinking about it. She lay on her back on the bundled straw stack, looked at the blue sky and white clouds, and hummed a song carefree...

This day is April sixteenth.

At the same time, Rody's team had just arrived at Sola Post.