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"Just these two?"

Takla looked at the tiger and fox orcs whose limbs were limp and were trampled on the ground by werewolves and tied up with ropes. Their clothes and postures showed that their identities were not low. When Takla led the team to face those blood beasts, Si At the risk of stray bullets, Ka turned behind them and found the maker of this scene.

"I also cut three more, and I can't carry them." Scar said, without him saying anything, several werewolves immediately went there after hearing the words.

Takla walked up to the two orcs, looked at them for a moment, and then said to Scar: "Commander of the strong beast army, add a ten thousand commander."

Scar snorted, "Two cowards."

"They begged you for mercy?" Takla asked.

"No." Scar said coldly, "That thing is so useful, they can force it down for their subordinates, but they themselves refuse to eat it."

He raised his hand and threw an animal skin bag to Takla, "This is the kind of disgusting thing that can turn into a monster if you eat it. Give it to the Far East magician and ask him how this thing is made. The best way to find out is Which scum did it, if there is a chance, I will feed him all of these."

Taklar pulled the drawstring and glanced at the blood crystals inside, which looked like a condensed heart, and the red light on the surface seemed to be flowing, filling half of the bag tightly, almost tasteless, There was only a dirty evil feeling, and he tied the bag again, "I'll bring it to him."

The appearance of the blood beast brought a certain degree of shock to the encirclement, but the chaos was only temporary. These were members of the former reserve team and the elite selected in the later stage. They quickly calmed down and regained their positions. The orcs who escaped from the circle did not have enough consciousness. Seeing the thin weapons in their hands and the sparse formation, some orcs hesitated and slowed down, while the other part wanted to force a breakthrough. After a burst of messy gunshots, , and another batch lay on the ground.

The only group of shamans who did not suffer additional casualties because of their calmness, they always acted in groups, and did not leave any of their companions behind. The blood beasts almost passed by them, and some of the shamans who still had enough energy originally wanted to fight back. Seeing this, he withdrew his gesture again.After seeing the human attack work, these most of the time showed varying degrees of shock on the face of the silent shaman, but the way of communication between Scar Nightmare and the human leader was even more difficult for them to accept.

There are werewolves and humans rushing down from both sides of the valley, and there is no obvious subordinate relationship between them, just like Scar Nightmare and the short-haired human being who is too young. Even in the relationship between the two, humans stand in the active position. that side.

As the representative of the orcs, the shaman has clearly expressed his attitude towards human beings. As the nominal supreme commander here, it is Scar's duty to deal with these special captives. In front of the orcs struggling to maintain their self-esteem.In front of the werewolf patriarch, who had almost no loss of strength and exuded a strong vitality all over his body, the shamans turned their gazes between them.

"You won the first game," said an old and deep voice, "the new leader of the Glacier Wolf Clan."

Scar looked at the talking old leather face for a moment, and waved for someone to come up, "Except for this, this and these few, take the others away."

The ones he appointed to stay were all high-ranking shamans. Compared with those white-robed shamans who had done their best to maintain defensive spells, although they consumed more, they still retained the power of a battle.There were many wars among tribes in the Orc Empire, but there had never been such a situation where a large number of shamans were captured at one time. These shamans had never thought about being captured in this way. Steel handcuffs and fingercuffs, even if they have never seen this kind of shackles, they know that this kind of slender and delicate thing is undoubtedly used to deal with their torture tools.

Before the werewolves rushed over to arrest him, the big shaman who spoke just now spoke again: "You don't have to act like this, patriarch of Sacher, we volunteer to be your captives."

"And then?" Scar looked at him coldly, "You want me to put you in the best tent, serve you a big bowl of wine and big pieces of meat, see you three times a day, and beg you with the greatest sincerity not to be with me. Promise against the enemy?"

"You don't need to do this." The great shaman said, "After this battle, you are already the actual ruler of the southeast of the empire, as long as you don't take the initiative to threaten Lacerda, the penance monastery will not intervene in this war again. "

"You mean..." Scar squinted at him, "You mean you haven't finished playing yet?"

"The current Beast Emperor is not in the right position." The great shaman said calmly, "The battle for the throne is not over yet, and this time it will reappear as it did 250 years ago. Who is the ruler of the empire will no longer be determined by individual force." You are the real successor of the blood of the demon wolf. Will the declining glacier wolf clan recover its glory in your hands, or sink into the abyss of eternal night? The future is in your hands, and we will keep watching until the real The victor surrenders."

"I don't care about your bad business." Scar said impatiently. The Far East magician even gave him picture education during the war, and he couldn't finish the affairs of his own tribe. A Beast Emperor whose face he doesn't even remember, as well as the Senate and the bunch of nobles, "Go and play!"

The long-awaited werewolves were finally able to handcuff these unsightly guys without hindrance. Although the process was not smooth due to unskilled techniques, as for the high-ranking shamans, they hadn't seen clearly what their patriarch was doing. What the heck, those bumbling old guys just collapsed.

Master Yitong suddenly cursed in the native language of his hometown. He tried his best to get the hidden information of those orc shamans, but he didn't expect to get the answer at this time.

"Young friends, you can come down now."

The mage with different pupils and the blue-blooded nobleman lowered their heads together, looking at the tall werewolf who came under the tree at some point.He holds a sword in both hands, and smiles on his face, but his ice blue eyes are as indifferent as winter.

"How about your casualties?" Scar asked Takla after dealing with the shamans.

"There were about 80 casualties." Takla looked at the position of the fourth position, and said after a while.

"that's it?"

"That's all," Takla said.

As soon as the fourth position was attacked, the Elf Ludwig climbed up from the flanks with people and a stretcher. What he saw along the way was shocking. The plants on the ridge were destroyed by the tragic self-explosion. There were radial passages, and the central area was like a huge reamer, everything was smashed to pieces, and the shrubs and short trees on the outer edge were cut into pieces, even on the rocks. Deep nicks.They saw more than one orc cut in half on the road, some of them failed to die immediately, so Ludwig had to use his authority to ask a health soldier to give them a good time.

This war is so cruel, but the elves are more worried about the people fighting here.These soldiers who use new tactics have no armor on them. Under the final outbreak of a shaman whose strength is almost equal to that of a high-level mage, what can these soldiers without any special power rely on?

After climbing that slope, they found that the situation on their side was lighter than expected.

The effect of the destruction is obvious. Under the mortar position, all the camouflage on the semi-circular firing position was lifted. A huge gap was torn on the right side of the earthworks. The ground was covered with blood. Obviously most of the casualties They were all concentrated in that position, but compared with those orcs who were chopped and cut alive, these deliberately constructed fortifications played an obvious protective role. When Ludwigs and the others arrived, the shooting positions on both sides of the position were being reorganized. Some soldiers put their dead companions aside, while others took out first aid kits and used methods that could not be called proficient to give first aid to the wounded.A tense atmosphere enveloped the crowd, but they did not lose order. The appearance of Ludwigs and the others surprised the sentinels, and then stepped aside amidst the urging of the squad leader behind them. The elf stepped over the obstacle with a first-aid kit on his shoulders , bright eyes swept over, and soon found the most seriously injured soldier, the young soldier beside him pressed the common artery with his thumb to try to stop the bleeding, and at the same time looked at him for help.

The elf walked quickly.

In contrast, the losses of the bombardment positions at higher altitudes were much smaller. Thanks to the conditioned reflexes trained, most of them took protective postures at the moment the explosion occurred, although many people were also disturbed. Fei's blood blade was cut, someone's scalp was torn off, and half of Fei's arm was lost. The most unfortunate thing was an observer, whose common carotid artery was severed, and others couldn't even do first aid.But these were not the reasons for the suspension of shelling at that time. The aftermath of the shaman's self-detonation did not only hurt people, many artillery positions were knocked out, and a gauge was damaged. Rolling out, the nearby gunners watched as one of the mortar shells was deeply dented. The squadron leader in charge of the position looked at the box of shells that almost had an accident, and his face was still blue.

He didn't even dare to think about what would happen if the entire ammunition box was detonated in that blow.

From the launch of the artillery battle by the humans to the completion of the encirclement of the werewolves outside the valley, the entire battle lasted so short that it was completely beyond the expectations of the werewolves.Under the powerful aftermath of the repeated bombings, the opponents they pursued did not have much resistance. The battle was over, and the next step was to deal with the prisoners.

In this era, there are no more than several ways to treat prisoners of war, kill them all, take them into slavery, or temporarily lock them up and let those nobles and soldiers redeem themselves, but the last civilized method is not to mention the orc empire, even in the human world. Rarely occurs.Humans in the valley found more than 3000 surviving orcs from the pile of corpses, and the werewolves in Sacher outside the valley captured more than 1000 people, but what really became a problem for them was the extremely large convoy .

Human artillery fire not only destroyed the main body of the orc army, but also frightened this barely counted logistics team. Although Braland has a certain deterrent power, he can't really stop those mages at any cost. , but everyone is afraid of those talented people who can cast cluster spells that are close to forbidden spells.

It's just an internal struggle in the orc empire, why is it in the same posture as destroying the country!

The convoy means wealth, and the fate of wealth is to be possessed. No one knows what will happen next. Several werewolf cavalry squads patrolled on both sides of the convoy. During this short and long torment, there were cries from the convoy Passed out.

"Woman...huh." The captain who led the team looked contemptuously at the fearful and bewildered humans and orcs in the convoy.Because of the relationship between the patriarch and the pharmacist, the fighting power of Sachel's Biss knights does not include the pursuit of satisfaction for the lower body. After the humans replaced all the slaves, the werewolves barely adapted to the absence of humanoid livestock in a few months Driven by life, now seeing the opponent's long-distance march but exaggerated battles than theirs, the commander involuntarily has a certain sense of superiority.

Although there is actually nothing to be superior.

Thinking of the course of this war, the commander-in-chief's expression was not very good.The result of the war is victory, and it is a great victory. The losses Sacher suffered in this war of an absolute minority against an absolute majority may not be as good as the one he fought with Huckle more than ten years ago, but for this middle-aged man For the werewolves, the victory did not really belong to Sachel, but to admit the decisive role played by humans, there was no pride in that feeling, and it could even be said to be a bit shameful.

An army of more than 3 orcs was weak in front of thousands of humans, and Sacher would not be strong under that kind of strength. Realizing this, the commander's expression became gloomy.

The gloom lasted until Perth found him.

"What does the patriarch say about dealing with them?" the commander asked.The result he hopes is a massacre, and the remaining slaves and wealth will be divided among the tribes, but with humans, he knows that hope is just a hope.

"Tie up the youth army, pick out the merchants, and talk about the other groups later."

Those caravans who came with the army never expected that such a mighty and majestic army of strong beasts would collapse like mud and dust in such a short period of time, and the methods by which these orcs were wiped out were unheard of even by their mages. Caravans carrying swords all have a certain amount of self-protection strength, but no one can guarantee that they will not encounter the same blow when they escape.They wanted to unite their forces, but before they could do anything, the ice ridges rising from the ground prevented them from doing anything.

After stirring up the battle for the throne into a farce, he escaped from Lacerda safely and wiped out all the enemies today. His ice power, which is different from human talents, is known to everyone.The powerful werewolf exuding a bloody aura was watching in front of him, but no one noticed Scar Nightmare's black figure. As we all know, the longer the tentacles of power, the stronger the ability of the talented, and they had to be quiet.

A blue-eyed werewolf passing nearby was hardly noticed.

Under the guarantee of not harming their lives, the merchants came out reluctantly. The mage asked them to stand in a group by themselves. That kind of handcuffs and fingercuffs, even if the mage can recite spells, they can't make gestures or use magic items, they can't get any results. The boy army was quickly pushed out by the slaves, and the werewolves tied them all up. , and start the fleet search.

The private soldiers and mercenaries of the caravan were not asked to leave their posts, but in the face of the werewolves rummaging wantonly, they could only stand aside as decorations, watching them come in and out.This is not the first time for experienced mercenaries to encounter this kind of thing, but unlike the robbers they have dealt with before, these werewolves have no one to private, as if they turned over and over just to make sure they were in the end Like something, they are clearly interested in something, but no one is grabbing it now.

No one knows whether this is a good thing or a bad thing.These orcs appear far more disciplined than their kin, but bestiality in restraint is sometimes more terrifying than unleashed.

The werewolves also gathered women, some of them were old, some of them were young, there were orcs in bright clothes, and there were also unkempt slaves. Compared with others, they were much quieter and more submissive. No matter what era and region a woman lived in They are all classified as good "resources". Except for illness and old age, they are generally not easily disposed of.There were werewolves taking advantage of the process, but it was stopped almost immediately.

The last to be driven together were slaves and servants.

With the help of humans, it didn't take long to sort the captives, and the werewolves had to admit that humans were better at the job than they were.And the finishing work on the battlefield in the valley is almost over.

Scar and Takla looked at the piles of dead bodies.

"Burn?" Takla asked.

"Burn it," Scar said.

The fire was ignited here and there. Amid the very uncomfortable smell of charred smoke, Scar looked at the uneven ground under his feet and said, "This passage is over."

"Just fix it." Takla said, "Plant something on both sides."

"What?" Boss asked.

Takla leaned down, grabbed a handful of loose soil, looked at the soil quality, and said, "Potatoes... and sweet potatoes are fine."

Boss looked at the blood-stained land under his feet, and at the calm-looking patriarch and humans.

"What are you afraid of?" Scar said, "We live, don't we all live on the corpses of the past?"