Chapter 11

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The breeze blew across the grass and the

bloody smell gradually dissipated.

The noon sun was a little bit spicy, and the corpse’s

green eyes were dotted with red blood. It seemed to be silently proclaiming the

seeds of violence contained in this peaceful grassland.

After the recent battle, the tired horse needed to take

a rest. The map in Roddy's mind told him that the group was far away from

the camp just now and would not encounter other threats for the time being. So,

after the arrows were recovered, he also began to organize the loot.

It took a long time for the soldiers to calm down from

the tension and excitement. Carter took them to cut off the heads of all the

orcs, at the same time cut off the tails of the wolves and stripped their

fur-this is proof of the other party. The token of identity, after all, a scout

squad killed the 8-man wolf cavalry reconnaissance team without any damage. He

was afraid that only a few people could immediately believe it.

Roddy took two orc scimitars from the confiscated

weapons as trophies. It was reasonable to say that Carter was the first captain

to choose the trophies, but at this time no one had any objections to this, and

Carter was straightforward. He expressed his admiration and recognition in

front of the team.

After encountering the orc twice and living to this

day, Carter certainly knew it was because of the young man. Although he

could choose to accept the military merit that Roddy pushed over, as he did

yesterday, now when he faces these orcs again, he understands that instead

of living in the vanity brought about by false merit, it is better to run on

the battlefield with his comrades. He launched a fearless charge towards the

enemy ...

Having had the real experience of slaying the orcs, he

realized that the so-called "honor" in his previous outlook on life

was really ridiculous.

Originally thinking about whether to give credit to Roddy,

after all, Carter's attitude did not explain his thoughts. In fact, the

plan in his mind was too huge, and it was not enough for him to clear up his

mind just for one night. However, he was very clear about the purpose of

dealing with the orcs. Thinking of this, Roddy roughly understood his next

course.

He looked at Carter and other scouts who were still a

little emotional, knowing the inner joy of these people, but for his next goal,

Roddy decided to pour cold water on them-

"For the orcs, I have a lot of ways to defeat them,

but what I want to say is ... How many orcs can our team stop? Today we killed

eight wolf knights, and tomorrow they may have eight or even eighteen. You can

see that they are ready to fight. We saw today that the camp has been preparing

on behalf of their army but when they officially Karen stretch out toward the

Kingdom will we be lucky enough to win? "

His voice was Calm, very indifferent, but with an

inexplicable cruel taste. The scouts who were already in good mood at the

scene were stunned, and the flame that had just ignited in their hearts seemed

to be extinguished.

They stared at Roddy with a confused expression.

"I know it's a bit anachronistic to say this, but

... Lieutenant Sordin is destined not to bring in so-called reinforcements, and

the Kingdom will take time to take some of the" frictions" that occurred

in places like ours into account. From the point of view of the lords, whatever

we do—including fighting for the honor of the kingdom from birth to death—is

just a drama in their eyes... ”

Thinking of the scenes in the games of previous lives,

Roddy was a little bit depressed—at that time, the border was frequently

attacked, but Houllier City has never made an effective counterattack. When the

surrounding villages were slaughtered by the orcs, the gates of Houllier City

did not even dare to open for refugees to take refuge ...

Later, the city was destroyed, and the city was filled

with grief.

"You ... are you kidding ... how can this be? The

evidence of these orcs and wolf cavalry will certainly make people feel strange

..." Although Carter said so, he thought of his few experiences with the

"upper level", but also, it was true that their hearts were bottomless

... The nobles who eat, drink, and play all day, don't seem to care about the

life and death of these little characters.

"Of course, these are my inferences. Captain

Carter, today’s task should be considered complete. How about we go back and hear

from Second Lieutenant Sordin? Seeing so many orc heads, he should give us some

wine money…"

Roddy knew he couldn't let the team atmosphere be too

negative at once, so he hung two thick scimitars on the side of the saddle, and

turned away. Carter understood and didn't say much, silently turned over,

and led the team back to Nolan Village.

Despite winning the battle, the scouts who were

supposed to be happy were a little silent. Roddy's expression on the

horseback seemed a bit indifferent. He followed the team silently, although he

did not distance himself from others, always gave a sense of loneliness.

This may be the unique temperament of every ranger.

"Can I save this country?" The reborn Roddy

was thinking about this slightly complicated and huge problem. He listed

his strengths: enviable archery, deep knowledge of those historical events,

almost massive knowledge of various aspects of the game, memories of all the

changes in the kingdom over the next ten years... Speaking of which, it can

make Roddy a "weapon" that will soon make great changes.

But remembering that killing the eight lowest-level

wolf cavalry today requires him to use all his powers, Roddy can't help but

shake his head. A little-hundreds of orcs, let alone thousands, for the time being, it was a problem for the lords in the Karen Kingdom... can a large country

change its historical trajectory because of such a variable?

Can I really be the butterfly that flaps my wings?

......

For Nolan Village, this was just another quiet day of

the countless days.

The old Finch's sheepdog barked, excited by the sound

of horseshoes from distant scouts. The sunset slowly fell into the

horizon and there was smoke rising from the houses. He didn't know who was

making the cheese. The slightly sour and stinky smell floated far away, but it

made a few children in the village spit. Blacksmith Stan and Dick at

Quartermaster took two sips of Susan's ale, leaned on his belly and stalked out

of the straw pile next to the warehouse.

Compared with the past, the only accident today maybe

the scout team that returned to the village two hours later than before.

When scouts riding war horses entered the village

entrance, many people raised their heads inexplicably and set their sights on

this group of soldiers who seemed different from usual.

When Carter returned with a sack orc's head before, the

villagers already felt a cloud appearing on the border, but now, when they saw

the solemn seven scouts turning over and getting silent, they couldn't help but

feel a little tight. ――Is something wrong?

The orc's head was no longer packed in a sack but was

tied with a naked rope. The soldiers participated in the charge and there was a

little more killing today. There was no distress nor any laughter in the face,

but only dignity and killing intent.

Among these people, one person seemed to stand out. The

seven scouts turned over and dismounted, but none of them immediately unloaded

their equipment. Instead, they set their sights on the least outstanding guy in

the team-even Captain Carter. At this moment, he looked at Roddy almost

instinctively and seemed to be waiting for the order.

This was prestige. The soldiers who fight in the battle

of life and death always hold such confidence.

"See what I'm doing?" Roddy blinked, but the

seriousness before on the battlefield was gone, "Here we are at home,

let's take a good rest and see what Captain Sordin says. "

This sentence seemed to relieve everyone, even Captain

Carter did not have any objection to Roddy's similar commanding behavior. He

looked at scattered scouts, raised his head and the wolf's tail, and stood for

a moment. It seemed that he had made a decision in his heart. He strode to

catch up with Roddy and said he would take the other party to Second Lieutenant

Sordin.

"Hey! Carter! Your kid actually met the orcs again

?!"

A few scouts passed by, and when they saw the eight orc

heads wearing together, they yelled with wide eyes and surprise, and

immediately gathered the whole team. All came over and watched. Not far

away, Ruger, sitting in the corner, sat silently, squinting and looking at this

side.

If it is left in the past, Carter will speak with a

loud voice and tell others how fierce the battle is today. After all, he was

best at speaking of eloquence. But at this time Carter did not have the

slightest look to brag-after experiencing this war, he had unconsciously changed

a lot, the life and death battle he just experienced left an indelible

impression on his mind. He did not pay attention to vanity anymore.

He waved his hand to signal that it was all right,

Carter didn't even want to answer and went into the courtyard where Lieutenant

Sordin was.

His unconscious movement on Roddy's side made Roger

squint his eyes slightly with his bruises on his face. The veteran wanted to

scold a few words like "boneless". But then he saw a series of black

wolf tails near the head of the orc—

"Wolf ... wolf cavalry ..."

The pain had not yet disappeared but at this moment

Ruger forgot to hate Roddy for a while, his expression was stiff staring at the

wolf tail dangling in Carter's hand, the words got stuck in his throat for a

moment.

Some terrible scenes in the memory came to mind, making

the veteran who always liked to scold silently.