Medieval Empire Soldier

  Chapter 90 Ninety-one · Burnt camp, revived heathland (please subscribe)

  In the greenskin camp, goblins account for the vast majority, and the weak and thin body can't stop the monsters that are nearly ten times larger than them.

  Lyren's warhammer smashed the head of the orc shaman, the red-hot iron hammer smashed the ribs of the shaman's chest, and the fiery hammer roasted his chest black.

The headless shaman corpse, together with several wild orcs it sacrificed, fell in front of the spider **** shrine, lacking the shaman's strength to maintain, the blood gas attached to and infiltrated the spider eggs on the top of the shrine coagulated into blood clots, and pieces of it emerged from the spider chrysalis. The layers fell off, meaning that the crowd stopped the sacrificial ceremony.

   "Wow, the green shaman was beaten to death by canned shrimp! Spiders are also deadly!"

"Wow wow wow! Escape. Escape. Shrimp is powerful!" The orc shaman was dead, and the morale of the forest goblins who worshiped the spider **** plummeted, and they were instantly scattered. They ran for their lives frantically. In order to run faster, even using a dagger would hinder their escape. The same kind of people were cut in two, rolling and crawling to escape from the camp.

   “Waaaaagh!”

   "Big gangbang! Big gangbang! Big gangbang!."

"I'm the new boss! The boys listen to me!" A wild orc split open the skull of the wild orc beside him. He raised the stone axe again and slashed at the other orc. The next second, he was killed by the big orc next to him. When the scoop was opened, dozens of Orc orcs scuffled in one place, and hysterical ferocity and bloodshed erupted.

  The aggressive nature of the Orc Orcs' den is fully displayed in the chaos.

The wild orcs immediately realized that the shaman who usually suppressed them was dead. According to the peculiar thinking of the green-skinned race, the selection of the boss was the top priority. For the oracle, choose a bigger, greener and more Waaagh guy, otherwise, before the **** chaos is over, there is absolutely no possibility for them to unite, let alone attack humans and wood elves.

"Wow!" The people riding the half-griffins rushed out of the greenskin camp without hindrance. The raging flames and passionate infighting behind them heralded the fall of another greenskin tribe and the Orc Orcs after the big mix number, at least halved.

   The sky is blue and cloudless, the sun hangs high, and the sunlight disperses the morning fog in the forest.

Several imperial swordsmen and spearmen walked through the bushes and dense forests, and carefully came to the gate of the green leather camp. They entered the dilapidated camp, looked around cautiously, and waved towards the forest: "I Your lord! There are green-skinned orc corpses all over the place, and it looks like they abandoned their camp!"

Thirty or so halberdiers and more than forty imperial swordsmen walked out of the dense forest and entered the green leather camp in an orderly manner. At the rear of the team were half the crossbowmen, archers, a team of wood elves, eternal guards and more than 20 others. Famous woodland scouts entered together.

  Ten minutes later, the imperial soldiers were scattered in groups of threes and fives in the greenskin camp. They scavenged a lot of good things from the pockets of goblins and goblins. They were keen to clean the battlefield and seize the spoils, no exception.

"Humph~!" The kingdom knight Nikas Francis spat, he carried two orc heads and walked to Lallen's side: "The general situation is basically the same as that of the hunters, they really gave up here, every time Every crevice is full of orc corpses, and they are all dead."

  Laylen glanced at the head of the orc, then turned to the green-skin statue lying in the middle of the camp: "Are there any dead?"

"I found one or two just now, humming now~" Nikas raised the orc's head in a string and spat again: "Thanks to Gavin Clinton, otherwise, these two big guys would have punched the bridge of my nose. Crooked."

"Such a big wild orc boss is not common. I plan to take it back and hang it on the wall as a trophy." Nikas picked up the larger one, and after measuring it left and right, Lang smiled and said: " Laren, as for the rest, I'll give it to you!"

"I think that we should give up"

Laylen turned his head and glanced at Gavin Clinton, and instructed: "Order all the soldiers to clean the battlefield and dispose of all the green-skinned corpses in a centralized manner. Don't forget to use fire on the ground during the disposal process, and their spores can be hidden. very deep."

   "Listen to your orders, my lord!"

   After a while, all the lumber scattered in the camp was dismantled. Imperial soldiers dragged the orc corpses and built them into piles for burning. Over the camp, several thick black smoke rose up.

Around the shrine where the camp collapsed, the wood elves were dealing with a few goblins and goblins who survived by chance. They were stained with some heather life energy. What Esley had to do was to collect as much life energy as possible, so that The force of nature returns to nature.

   A green-skin camp was destroyed, and the defensive pressure on the heather land plummeted. In a short period of time, the beasts and green-skins in the forest were not much of a threat, and the female elf suddenly felt a lot more relaxed.

   Katarina turned around and found Laren walking towards her, followed by the half-griffin who was having fun.

   "It's hard work, Katarina, thank you for keeping the attention of the orc shaman, are you okay?" Laylen stood in front of the female elf with a concerned tone.

  ". It's much better than I thought." The female elf said lightly, with a few bandages wrapped around her waist, which she held in her hands. She quietly covered the blood on her flank with her hands so that Laren wouldn't see it.

   Apparently, the magic of the orc shaman caused a lot of pain to her body. Until now, a part of the green energy that has not been removed is thrown into the wound and raging. Even with the healing speed of the elf, it will take at least a few months of recuperation, or even longer.

   The key is that as the maid of Queen Marist, she must take on the important responsibility of guarding the heather, which means that Katarina has almost no time to rest, at least not now.

"Maybe it's worse than I thought." Laylen said softly, he took over the magic of the orc shaman directly, of course he knew the power contained in it, he took out a thumb-sized glass bottle from his pocket and handed it to the female elf: "Moonlight flower potion can properly relieve the pain and speed up the healing. I asked for it from Rosa Mina. She only made two small vials. I hope it can help you recover sooner."

"Rosa Mina? She can't even fully control the fifth-level spell, let alone refining a bottle of magic potion. Do you want me to test the medicine for her?" Katarina said with a frown, flank There was a burst of pain, she bent down slightly, and her almost perfect figure was revealed in front of Lailun.

  The female elf gritted her silver teeth and leaned against the tree trunk, silently enduring the pain.

After a few breaths, the pain eased a little. Katarina raised her beautiful face to look at Lallen, took the initiative to take the bottle of potion, pulled the cork off, and drank it with her head up. She said with a bit of anger: "If it doesn't work, I'll slash your belly with a dagger! As a price to deceive me!"

"No problem, two cuts will do, but it's time for us to return to the heathland." Laren shrugged and said, looking at the female elf standing still, his eyes moved, he immediately understood something, and moved towards Kata. Lina spread her hands and said, "Do you mind if I take you back? It's about six or seven miles away from the heather land. If you have difficulty moving, the journey will be very difficult, isn't it?"

"Okay, but" Katarina nodded. She didn't finish what she wanted to say. Lailen started straight and picked up the female elf by the waist. The female elf didn't return to her senses for a while, and her cheeks rose and flushed. He slapped Laren on the shoulder hard: "Hey! Laren, what are you doing! Put me down!"

In normal times, the power of a female elf is much greater than that of an adult man, but now that she is injured, a little bit of force will cause pain in the wound. Lailen lets her beat her shoulders, and walks towards the half-griffin with her arms in her arms. go.

  The imperial soldiers were cleaning the battlefield. It was very difficult to clean the **** and fetid green skin camp. The flames burned the bodies of orcs and goblins.

Nicas Francis, who commanded the spearmen to burn the corpse, glanced at him and showed an expression that men understood, and then shouted: "Don't look! Don't look! Quickly clean up the battlefield, those who didn't return to the camp before dusk, All punished with twenty military sticks!"

Under the threat of    army sticks, the imperial soldiers looked away without a word, pretended not to see anything, and continued to work, while the wood elves remained surprised.

The Eternal Guards, whose duty is to protect the woodland lord and the Queen's Handmaiden, are particularly overwhelmed. Without Katarina's order, the Eternal Guards cannot directly stop Laylen, otherwise, if they are careless, they will be guilty of offending the Queen's Handmaiden. Regarding Laylen's "rash move", they had to keep silent, pretending not to see it like humans.

  The woodland scouts watched with great interest, and even a few Eslays were talking and laughing, while the woodland lord Olasif Piazza was stunned, wishing that a meteorite would hit Laren's head at this moment.

  The mighty half-griffin has an intelligence close to that of an adult, and Laren has gained the trust of this monster by saving it and fighting the Orcs.

   "Ow!" After the half-griffon shouted a few times, it was extremely humane to lie down, so that the female elf could sit on it.

  Lyren wanted to hold the female elf on the half-griffin's back, and the hand he held around his waist slid down from his waist to his round buttocks. The softness of the palm of his hand made him squeeze it subconsciously.

   "What are you doing!" Katarina's cheeks were flushed, and she didn't like reckless actions that ignored her own feelings.

The    female elf sat on the back of the half-griffin, looked straight into Laren's eyes with a serious expression, and said in a somewhat sullen tone: "You must be happy like this, right? You can't resist bullying me, so you can take the opportunity to humiliate it?"

"I'm very sorry about that." Laren smiled and looked at her with no apology at all, then he rolled over and sat behind Katarina, pulled the reins, and didn't turn his head: "Don't mind going back together, There's always someone to saddle up for you, but unfortunately, this half-griffin listens to me."

   "You!.." The female elf snorted softly, but kept the words back to her heart.

  Lairen hugged her arms empty, but she didn't actually touch her. She acted peacefully in every move, and didn't do anything out of the ordinary like just now. Katarina reluctantly accepted to ride with him.

Every Orc corpse was dragged out and burned by the Imperial soldiers. Imperial swordsmen and conscripted spearmen hoped to get a small windfall by cleaning the battlefield, but it backfired, and a few silver coins were scattered. And a handful of copper coins, barely enough for a drink in the tavern.

   The rugged and dangerous forests are rarely traversed by caravans, and the goblins catch only poor northern loggers and hunters, which is one of the reasons why the Electors are reluctant to send troops to sweep the threats in the Drakovald Forest.

War is an endless beast that swallows gold. When the rewards and benefits captured are far lower than the gold coins invested, the elector's war will not be supported by a nobleman. After years of accumulation, the monsters in the forest will grow and spread. , eventually rushed out of the forest, slaughtered hundreds of villages, and destroyed one human town after another.

  The knight of the kingdom beckoned to Nikas, motioning to return to the camp where he was stationed.

The    team was marching in the forest, and the west-sloping dusk reflected the clouds on the edge of the sky.

"Your strength is always unpredictable, you can rescue the half-griffin from the siege of wild orcs, and except for a dozen scratches on the surface of the armor, you are almost uninjured. I saw the scene of you fighting with the orc shaman. , its magic power is very amazing, but you can hold it and kill it in the end. It's incredible." The female elf sat on the back of the half-griffin and said softly to the kingdom knight behind her.

"Ha~ I always have to hide some secrets, how can I tell you casually about my life-saving skills." Lailun smiled, wrapped the reins around the palm of his hand, and continued: "Besides, I didn't kill too many enemies, Released the Light of Banishment twice, almost draining my energy, didn't you notice that after the hammer exploded the Orc Shaman, Nikas immediately came to pick me up?"

   "Every battle is regarded as the last duel of life, it's just a gamble."

"Is it a gamble? I always feel that the **** you believe in favors your chosen person too much." Katarina raised her face, closed her amber eyes, leaned against Laren's breastplate, and muttered. murmured: "I prayed countless times in the shrine of the mother goddess, but the mother goddess never answered my prayers, a bit like Eslai's father **** Kunos, indifferent and indifferent to her children. , let it go"

  "." Laren was silent.

The elf gods are extremely harsh to believers, and some gods are almost perverted. The blood-handed Kane, the hunting **** Kunos, and the sea **** Marselan are extremely demanding on the devout believers. A first-class lunatic who sacrifices himself to feed the sea beasts.

  The team returned to the camp where they were stationed. The revived heather is growing vigorously and green. The plants that belong to the four seasons are no longer limited in the heather, and the constant vitality nourishes everything in the heather.

  The Imperial soldiers were busy setting up tents and raising fires. They took out pots and pans and prepared the most hearty meal to bid farewell to this support experience.

  The heather land has entered the cultivation stage. It needs to accumulate life energy and wait for the next bloom. Before that, the army left behind by the wood elves is easy enough to defend against small-scale battles.

   The army of the Earl of Draven will leave for the return tomorrow, and the half-griffin named "Fernos" by Lallen will leave the forest and head to Oak Village!

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   (end of this chapter)