Chapter 57: Miracle (3)

Xosa was in a good mood.
He was holding a roasted squeak of greasy lamb's legs at this moment, and his excited subordinates ate around the fat and tender lambs above the bonfire. In the mood, the orcs even sang aloud the style. Rough songs attracted cheers.
Plunder, get for nothing, kill, gore. These words are like stimulants to the orcs. Instead of letting them feel any guilt, they will completely stimulate the cruelty and tyranny in their bones. As at this moment, after the Kerry village was completely slaughtered, what the orcs most wanted to do was to eat and drink around the campfire, and chanted their ancestors to their ancestors today, to prove that they had not given to those who slaughtered Human ancestors are ashamed.
"Cheers! For Lord Sarota!"
Pouting shouting slogans, the orcs held bone wine glasses, but drank the wine looted by Kerry Village.
For orcs, things like "wine" have never been tasted. Although it is difficult to drink, all the things that humans use and eat are always "high-end atmosphere" in their eyes. So even if they didn't like it, they still swallowed their heads, thinking about how to brag this experience to other orcs after returning to the tribe.
The barrenness of the spirit and culture has made their inner world so desolate, and even the so-called "vanity" has become so ridiculous.
The purpose of the plunder at this time is not to bring resources to the tribe. After all, the biggest purpose of their presence here is to kill and deter.
They slaughtered a village without taking it seriously, they emptied the resources of a village, and when they had strength, they slaughtered the next village, so that human beings would tremble, tremble, and fear under such behaviors. As for the possible human resistance , They are completely indifferent,
科 In the eyes of Xhosa and other orcs, unless a large-scale lord army besieges, the weak human will always have a trembling in front of him. Just like those scouts encountered today, it is just a group of dregs without combat effectiveness, and it is not worth mentioning at all.
科 "Xosa! Where shall we go tomorrow?"
Except for witch doctors and chiefs, they are always called by their first names. At this moment, the men in front of the bonfire shouted to Xhosa, and a crowd of wolf cavalry eating beside them also looked over with anticipation.
"Sir Lord Sarota wants us to establish a stronghold here, and then attack southeast. Take a good rest today and walk south tomorrow. When you see a village, you will kill one village! All you can get are yours!"
万 "Long live! For Rohal's Hammer! Cheers!"
"Kill all humans! Cheers!"
Cheers rang out in the camp.
This scene lasted for a long time. After a few hours of eating Huhai, the orcs who drank all the wine had returned to the tent one by one. Xosa had a great amount of alcohol, and he was still sober at this moment—he returned to the tent with a slight step, and when he raised the curtain, he still remembered to tell his subordinates to patrol:
"Go. Take care of the wolf, don't feed too much meat, pay attention to the police-vigilance, the patrol team at night must double, have you heard?"
I said before that I wanted to kill those humans, but in fact, Xhosa still had a hint of fear. Although the wound from the back of the human sword was almost healed, the shadow that followed was always lingering, so that at night, he paid particular attention to the issue of patrol posts.
I emphasized several times and confirmed that my subordinates could understand. Then he waved his hand into the tent and fell down to sleep.
Suddenly, the orc who was scheduled to yawn, yawned, his head staggered to wake up several companions to go to the night, and he was ready to feed the wolf deeply. It was dark at this time, and by the light of the bonfire, he narrowed his eyes to recognize the scene in front of him and walked towards the edge of the camp.
More than forty wolves were dozing at the periphery of the camp at this time. This is a major feature of the orc camp. If there is no animal pen, the wolves will all gather outside the camp, because the group wolves are only in this situation. Only then can you sleep peacefully and recover your energy very quickly.
座 These wolves are huge, outsiders only seem to feel that they are fierce like tigers, but only the orcs themselves know. The disposition of the wolves is completely different from others' imagination.
As a tadpole species, the
wolf
itself is actually very difficult to tame. On the grassland, the wolf is often a cruel, cunning and aggressive existence. But the wolf is far from it-the orcs are too heavy, causing the prairie pony to be unable to carry them, so it was only hundreds of years that the original temperamental "wolves" have been bred to the point where they are today: eating Meat but mild temperament and very low IQ. There are cavities in his mouth, but he does not actively hunt at all. On the battlefield, the wolves charge seemingly brave, even without fear of directly hitting the enemy, but in fact it is because their brains are too stupid to ignore the commands outside the master ... The wolf cavalry has cultivated their obedience from childhood They continue to suppress their desire to attack, so when they reach adulthood, these guys are not much different from cattle and sheep in character except they eat meat.
资料 In the history of time and space at the other end, these materials were gradually summarized by human beings two years after the outbreak of the war in 592. Before that, no one would have thought that a wolf would be so different from a sheep, not even a fierce dog.
In fact, if you think about this kind of thing carefully, you can already find some clues. If the wolf can blow the grass like a dog or a wolf, it will bark to warn the police. Orcs who are similar to the blind at night need to divide many hands to watch ? I'm afraid they have gone to sleep for a long time.
Therefore, the "asymmetry" of information can largely control a war, and sometimes the seemingly disparate situation is often completely rewritten because of such an inconspicuous detail.
At about eleven o'clock in the evening, the orc camp gradually quieted down. The orc who woken up the vigil of his companion walked on the edge of the camp, dangling and humming the song in his mouth. He held a scimitar in one hand and dragged an invisible object with the other.
If He looked closer, he could find that what he had in his hands was a half human body.
Because of the flesh-eating wolf, the cost of the wolf cavalry is much higher than that of the light cavalry. Feeding these wolves every day is a huge expense. Obviously what the orc has to do at this time is to feed the wolf with human corpses.
Sounds cruel, but the orcs feel that this is normal.
He walked to more than forty wolves lying on his back, waved his machete without raising his head, and began to smash the corpses, and then threw the pieces of meat into the wolves piled together. The stupid wolves began to scramble for food. Because of long-term training, they were not close to the feeding orcs. If they could not find them, they would just wait there eagerly.
This kind of thing needs to be done every day. The orc who is breaking the corpse feels that he can continue with his eyes closed, but when he yawns again and thinks about going back to bed as soon as possible, his ears suddenly sound undisguised. sound.
"Hey, do you want to help?"
The standard Sabine interrogation immediately relieved him of the suspicion that had just arisen in his mind—obviously in such a place, he never imagined that humans would appear.
Turning his head, he could not clearly see the other person's figure in the dark, but he naturally regarded the speaker as his companion, and then said casually: "No need, No. Xosa asked me to feed the wolf, I. Um-I You have to do it yourself. "
I sipped a wine boo, and he opened his mouth, and seemed to want to say hello, and then asked who the other party was, but I did not hear the other party's slightly indifferent answer:
"Feed the wolf? Oh, you really have to feed the wolf."
"噗 "
The sound of the blade passing through the air was inconceivable. When the skull soared into the sky, the blood spattered on the grass, and then the headless corpse fell to the ground-but when this scene happened, it was vying for food. The wolves didn't even raise their heads.
Roddy raised his head, his eyes paused for a moment on the half of the human body next to him, his eyes narrowed—the hand holding the machete tightened slightly, and he bent down and exhaled softly, as if trying to reach out and touch the body , But finally stopped moving, turned his head, reached out and dragged the headless orc carcass step by step towards the distance.
His steps are calm, as if the more than forty wolves beside him are just a group of pigs fighting for feed, and the corpse dragged in his hand is only a bag of rice.
Every ten meters or so, he stopped and raised a knife to cut off a part of the orc body—or his arm or calf—throwing it behind him, leading the wolf that only cares about meat to follow him gradually. Stay away from the sizzling orc camp ...
"Xiao, yeah, yeah, yeah, the King is him, everyone calls him Xiao ..."
On the prairie, a song very different from the orc just now sounded. It seemed strange and empty in the dark night.
When the uncle walked out nearly a hundred meters, the orcs dragged in his hands basically left only pieces of meat that could not be seen.
Are you sick? nausea.
Prior to this, Roddy never thought that he could do such a thing in reality. It is natural to say that it is not disgusting in his heart ... but when he remembered the half-corpse used by the orcs to feed the wolf, UU read the book. The anger in www.uukanshu.com made him suppress this nausea forcibly.
Roddy was angry.
There is a saying that "angry" is essentially an incapable anger at himself-and now Roddy can only admit that he really is.
Tracing the origin of the tragedy in Keli Village is still caused by himself. This may be something he clearly thought about, but because of some luck, he never expected that it would really happen—to an outsider, it seemed that it had nothing to do with Roddy, but at this time Luo The remorse and self-blame in Di's heart, I am afraid that people such as Ruger and Carter are unaware of it and cannot understand it.
The result of anger is anger, and then find a way to vent. But when the machete smashed the orc's body again and again, Roddy clearly understood that even if he killed the orc this time, the dead villager ... could not be resurrected.
"After all. This is no longer a game."
的 Sigh in the dark, with some inexplicable depression.
The corpse in the hand of the orc just now should be a child, but it looks like he is only seven or eight years old-at this age, the world is beautiful, everything you see should be hopeful and have your own Dreams, full of longing.
But for the child who couldn't even find his lower body, all of this has become empty talk.
A little disgusted, he threw away the last corpse in his hand. When Roddy stopped, the wolves were hundreds of meters away from the camp. Several patrol figures in the distance were turning from the camp side.
"Now. Thirty-two are left."