my age of magic

Chapter 665 165. The Art of War

By the time Kalantso and I returned to the underground cave, the dwarf warrior Bernd had already brought his team of orc warriors back to the warehouse for repairs.

Many orc warriors were slightly injured, and even more were poisoned. Fortunately, sufficient antidotes were prepared.However, those young orc warriors were all very excited, and they didn't have the slightest psychological shadow caused by the killing. They talked more about how many goblins they had killed.

Bernd led them to slaughter one tribe after another. He actually slaughtered four tribes in succession. In the end, he still had time to clean up the battlefield.Then they burned all the goblin corpses and those shacks before moving on to the next battlefield.

By the canal in the rest area of ​​the underground warehouse, I saw this group of slightly wounded orc warriors. They were joking and laughing, standing in a row naked, their strong and firm muscles being pounded by the cold groundwater. Under the ground, exuding a bronze luster, faint blood washed the ground of the bluestone slabs, merged into a pool, and flowed away from a ditch.

The pool is now soaked with the leather armor of the orc warriors, and a thick layer of blood has condensed on the leather armor. Several orc girls are squatting by the pool, vigorously scrubbing the leather armor, and secretly looking at these Young warriors, in the orc tribe, the warriors who returned triumphantly will be worshiped by other people in the tribe, and it is easier to capture the hearts of those orc girls.

Kalantso and I walked over, and those young people standing under the water waterfall seemed a little cautious. Kalantso saw many young orc warriors with knife wounds and arrow wounds on their bodies, frowned, and went up to ask: " Didn't they all wear hard leather armor? How could they still suffer so many injuries?"

Kalancuo had a high prestige in the hearts of this group of young orc warriors. No one dared to go against Kalancuo's words and asked her with a cold face when they saw her.

The young orc warrior shyly put his hands in front of him, then smiled reluctantly at Kalancuo, and then explained: "Those armors are stained with too much plasma, and they are sticky when worn on the body, so take them off." come down..."

"Snapped!"

The slap is loud!

He slapped the orc warrior hard on the face with his hands, and Kalancuo grabbed the young orc warrior's ears with his hands, and said fiercely: "Next time let me know that you guys are going to take off your armor on the battlefield. Wait to be whipped!"

The other orc warriors stood under the water waterfall next to the stone wall, all silent.

Not long after, Kalancuo turned around angrily and left. He just said to me: "I'll go and wake up those people. After breakfast, we'll set off!"

According to the time in the imperial capital of Roland Continent, it is time for breakfast.

I stood aside with no intention of leaving.

Instead, I silently draw magic circles on my chest. I don't need 'time stagnation' to cast spells quickly. 'Spa therapy' consumes very little mana. In addition, I have a strong magic recovery ability, even if it is continuous Casting spells, the mana in the center of the magic vortex can almost be maintained above the safety line.

Those gorgeous water elemental magic brilliance, accompanied by a crisp rustling sound, flashed across every orc's body, and then those scars would heal at a speed visible to the naked eye, just like having the talent of 'self-healing' blood.

For those orc warriors, magicians have powerful mysterious powers, so when I cast magic on them, the orc warriors looked at me with gratitude and awe in their eyes, walked past them, and patted them strong one by one. shoulders, gave them encouraging eyes, and then said to these orc warriors: "You are all the best warriors in the orc tribe. In this simple action of cleaning up goblins, I don't want to see any loss of personnel." .”

I said to these orc warriors: "Don't underestimate those goblins. When I was in El City, I followed my classmates from the Magic Academy to explore here. At that time, there was a very powerful gang of goblin robbers. Their team There are a few rock golems in it, which are living rock monsters with infinite power, which have caused us great troubles, so I hope you can learn how to protect yourself in the next battle, Of course, you have proven yourself to be brave enough, so I hope you will learn some combat skills and danger prediction!"

Then I left the waterfall, came to the dwarf warrior Bernd, sat down on an oak barrel next to him, and watched him change his previous decadent appearance. Sure enough, he was born a dwarf warrior, only war Only then can he regain his courage, and it seems that he is in good condition.

The leather armor on Bernd the dwarf was also washed. He sat bare-chested beside a thick oak barrel, squinting his eyes and drinking golden cider, and his face turned a little red. I made a gesture of victory, and then said to me a little drunk: "Master Jijia, or I should call you Lord Jijia, I really envy you for owning such a rich plane territory, and So many rich goblin neighbors!"

He pointed to me at the back of the wine barrel with his hand, only then did I see yellow and orange brick walls piled up in the dark cave, those were all copper ingots of magic red copper, which were stacked neatly, and the other three The metal box was filled with all kinds of magical gemstones, and there were ordinary copper blocks piled up like a hill behind it, and some broken copper and iron blades, piled up like a hill.

I opened my mouth, looked at these materials in surprise, and asked Bernd: "Is there anything else that you haven't brought back? If those goblins live in exquisite log cabins, would you take those log cabins as well?" Split it into planks and bring them back to me?"

"Of course!" Bernd admitted unabashedly, and then said: "I will bring back everything I think is valuable, and I must be worthy of the salary you gave me. If it weren't for you, I might be here Working as a backpack coolie at the Imperial Capital Airport, you may starve to death on the streets, or go to the slave market, but you will never lie on a wine barrel and drink the best golden cider."

Bernd opened his drunken eyes and smiled at me. His face was full of age wrinkles. Although his actual age was less than 40 years old, he looked like a dwarf old man. He said to me: "I must let Your hard work is worth it!"

"How did you bring them back?" I stared blankly at those copper ingots. These supplies would never be brought back by twenty orc warriors. It's just 26 orc warriors."

The dwarf Bernd waved to me, he was obviously a little drunk, but he was still sober when he spoke, and he said to me: "No, no, no, how can I let my soldiers carry those heavy objects? Physical strength is extremely precious. The real coolies are there. They are the strongest goblins in the goblin tribe. In the days to come, they will be fortunate enough to be my slaves. Those supplies are all brought back by them, and they are very It is easy to feed, and there is no need to waste any food, as long as you give them some water, they will go to the crevices to dig moss to eat by themselves!"

The canal in the cave extends underground, forming an underground river. The place where the orc warriors bathe is the source of the underground river. The water flows out from the cracks in the rock wall, and even forms a small The water waterfall forms a small pool in the underground cave, flowing down briskly along the terrain.

Just further downstream, I saw a group of goblins nibbling on the moss on the pebbles by the edge of the water. They were hiding in the darkness. I couldn't see how many there were for a while, but listen There should be a large group of small whispering voices.

My eyesight is not bad, I can see the vague shadows of those goblins through the darkness, and asked in surprise, "No one is watching them?"

Bernd explained: "Of course not! One of the youngest orc warriors is responsible for grazing."

A terrifying thought appeared in my mind. An orc warrior guarded hundreds of goblins, and was killed by goblins in the riot. More than half of the goblins fled in the chaos. I asked Bernd, "Aren't you afraid that they will escape?" Lose?"

He said confidently: "They can't escape."

Bernd sat up from the ground, holding a large wooden cup in his hand, and walked with me along the water channel to the depths of the cave.

Bernd casually pulled out the torch from the rock wall and held it in his hand.

The torch reflected the green moss on the wet stone wall, turning Bernd's face into a dark green. He stepped on the stone with both feet firmly, and said to me as he walked: "I will use hemp rope to tie them in groups of ten. , tied together in a group of ten, as long as one goblin escapes, the other nine goblins are all executed, and more than ten groups of goblins have been chopped down one after another along the way, and now they are very honest."

Sure enough, when I got closer, I found that there was an iron ring around the necks of those goblins, and ten goblins were strung together in a string with a hemp rope thick as a thumb. With a thin layer of green moss on it, and kept stuffing it into his mouth.

Because the green moss is only a thin layer attached to the rock surface, they will not stay in the same place for too long, and they always change their feeding places frequently. If a goblin moves slowly, it will be attacked. The other goblins were beaten violently, and whichever goblin did not act in line with everyone would also be beaten violently by the other nine goblins.

Perhaps Bernd's ferocious side is deeply implanted in every goblin's heart, so when Bernd walked over, those goblins became infinitely terrified, and stood tremblingly by the rock, even the moss on the stone wall I dare not eat it.

Bernd said to me: "Every goblin has a deep-rooted slavishness, and they are greedy, cunning, and selfish, so we only need to tie them together with a rope, and they will attribute the fault of being in this difficult situation to to the other goblins, so they cannot escape because of these inferior natures, and the other nine goblin companions are more nervous than anyone else, and they will never let any goblin escape alone."

He continued: "It is the distrust and suspicion between them that makes them unable to escape alone. Even if some goblins can break free from the shackles of the rope, they cannot escape the eyes of their companions."

While Bernd and I were talking, we saw a group of goblins not far away, and there was a sudden riot. The other goblins who were lying on the edge of the rock and eating moss just stood aside and watched numbly, and had no intention of joining. The young orc warrior not far away took a spear and rushed over.

Bernd and I happened to be here, so naturally we had to go over and have a look.

When they got closer, the group fight had been stopped by the young orc warriors with their spears. Those goblins didn't want to escape, but beat a wretched goblin with all their strength. His face was bruised and swollen, and there were even some clear teeth marks in some places. The iron ring around his neck was still there, but the hemp rope had been separated from the iron ring.

Judging from the scene, it seemed that the goblin wanted to escape, but was stopped by the other goblins and beat up.

However, the crippled goblin struggled to defend himself at this time, saying: the rope around his neck just loosened naturally, and he had no intention of running away, and he was still trying to tie the rope to the iron again. On the ring!It made a tearful excuse, which made me feel both absurd and funny.

The young orc warrior didn't have the patience to listen to the goblin's narration. He just saw the fight and listened to it. Seeing that Bernd and I didn't say anything, he puffed up his chest and said fiercely: "Fuck me, be honest. , if you continue to make trouble, you will all be stabbed to death, and your corpses will be hung on bamboo poles and hung on the cave wall to dry, so that your souls will be imprisoned in the mummy forever!"

Then, he held the spear back and slapped the ass of the goblin five times, blood dripping from the beating. On the goblin's body, let it tie itself a little stronger, stop opening it, and then walk back to your sentry post.

Unexpectedly, the goblin who had been beaten up would actually tie the hemp rope to the iron ring under his neck honestly, and even tied a knot firmly, which made me feel a little incredible. Really know enough about these goblins.

On the way back, I asked Bernd for advice: "Bernd, how on earth did you let those young fighters overcome the negative emotions brought about by killing? Oh, I mean, these orcs have experienced too little fighting before. The soldiers of our team just slaughtered a goblin village, and many people couldn't bear the killing. The irritability brought to them by the slaughter was clear, and if they didn't return to the warehouse in time to repair, many people were about to have a nervous breakdown!"

Bernd laughed and said, "They are the most valiant orc warriors in battle. They will regard death in battle as an honor. It seems that you still don't understand their hearts."

"Here, I have a trick! It is especially effective against these goblins."

"The first point is not to treat goblins as human beings. They are just a group of mindless and dirty beasts, just like a group of wild boars outside the farm, always thinking of sneaking into the melon fields and stealing our melons. Chasing them away, and hunting them down, making them a nice meal on the dinner table."

A thought suddenly came to my mind, that is, the dining table is full of dishes made of goblins, such as grilled goblins, goblin soup, goblin stewed potatoes, etc. I can't help but feel a strong nausea when I think about it. The acid in my stomach was surging and it was uncomfortable.

Seeing that my complexion was very bad, Bernd smiled, and then said to me: "The more important point is to lead the way and show the killing intent in my heart to the young soldiers. As the leader of a team, first of all You have to have a little hesitation yourself, and you have to create this kind of atmosphere. How should I say that word..."

He seemed to be stuck in a certain word, and his face was flushed.

"Morale?" I reminded him.

Bernd's breathing became much smoother, and then he followed my words and said: "Yes, it's morale. My method is very simple, that is, first catch a goblin, and then chop them all with an ax in my hand, and then grab a goblin. After the approval, let those fighters chop off the head of a goblin one by one, and lead them to engage in a killing competition, so that their blood boils. They are the best fighters themselves, and they have that kind of fearlessness in their bones. spirit, we just need to fully inspire their will to fight!"

I was lost in thought.

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Then he talked with Bernd about cleaning up those goblins.

The dwarf Bernd's method was even more simple and rude, because the orcs he led were all young warriors. In the end, Bernd succeeded in persuading them to each carry a musket, so the orc warriors all worked hard. Crossbow and a musket.

Although the young orc warriors were also very resistant to muskets at the beginning, when they hunted the goblins with their powerful crossbows, even though these delicate crossbow bolts had been installed with labor-saving pull rods, the frequent use of them still made the orc warriors' arms ache. Hemp, at this time the benefits of muskets are fully reflected.

The young orc warriors blocked the exit of the cave, firing in groups of eight in turn. The muskets made by these dwarf craftsmen would not consume a little physical strength of the orc warriors, but would allow them to recover properly.

Bernd's fighting style is to use crossbows and muskets alternately.

Speaking of which, those muskets still couldn't completely suppress the charge of the goblin warriors. These exquisite crossbows have good penetrating ability. If the goblins are nearby, they will often pierce four or five goblins. Soldiers use crossbows to scatter, and often a large area will fall.

I thought: With the successful tactical precedent of young orc warriors, maybe there may be some changes in the thinking of those adult orc warriors.

Finally, Bernd said to me: "I hope you can provide me with more corpse fire oil and fire phosphorus bombs, and it is best to provide me with some poisonous wolf flowers, mandala flowers and nightmare vines. I think poisonous smoke may be better than fire." Attacking is more effective!"

It seems that Bernd also thought of using the airtightness of the cave to deal with the goblins with suffocation and poisonous smoke, which would reduce casualties.

Regarding Bernd's proposal, I nodded and said: "There are a batch of nightmare vines stored in the underground warehouse. You can take them at will. One herb is a little less effective, but you can try it first. The remaining two herbs I will try to find a way to get it back, but it will take some time!"

When we returned to the warehouse, it was just time for dinner!
The orc warriors ate the wheat cake while drinking the broth. The leather armor on their bodies was fully dressed and they were ready to go.

What surprised me was that our team of orc warriors had a musket on their backs, and each warrior had two leather pockets of lead balls tied around their waists. All of them were full of murderous intent. It seems that Bernd said Yes, orcs are born powerful fighters.

(End of this chapter)