Farming Lord of Crossing

Chapter 58
Ross, who listened to the report from the scouts on the small hill, was shocked by the situation of the orcs. There were too many orcs who could not survive the drought for 9 consecutive years and came here by crossing the Kaslang River, and they have already built a gathering point down.

There are 200 orc tribes living within 4 miles north and south of the small hill, two of which are Goblin tribes that are not to be feared. tribe.

"Even if soldiers attack a tribe of kobolds and jackals of this size, they will suffer heavy losses." Ross thought silently, and then skillfully made choices in the sea of ​​consciousness.

"Do you want to spend 90000 experience points to upgrade the martial artist level to the second-level 4th-level warrior?"

"Yes!"

It has been more than 4 years since Ross was promoted to the second-tier warrior. Such a long time of killing and training is enough for him to upgrade to the third-tier second-tier warrior and accumulate enough experience points. The current attributes are:

Territory Name: Stan Town
Territory level: town
Number of citizens: 1132 (free people) + 4812 (leaders) + 7235 (leaders, slaves)
Additional attributes of the territory: Health +2, Intelligence +1, Harvest +1, Popularity +1
Lord Name: Los Terrass
Lord Strength: Tier 4 and Tier [-] warriors

Lord Attributes: Constitution 39, Strength 39, Speed ​​42, Intelligence 23, Mental Power 38, Commander 22
Killing experience value: 153246
Popularity value: 129895
After the familiar numbness passed, Ross squeezed his fists to feel the power in his body that could explode everything, and he became more confident in this war.

"There are four orc tribes in total. Our primary target is the cunning gnolls. This time we will attack from the northeast of the gnoll tribes and kill them as much as possible. They fled to the southwest and had no chance to unite with the other three tribes." After careful analysis, Ross began to arrange tactics.

"When attacking for a while, it is divided into three echelons.

I was alone in the first echelon, rushing into the wolf man tribe to kill their chiefs and senior warriors.

The elite warrior squad and knight squad led by Thomas and Oliwen are responsible for dividing the battlefield for the second echelon.

The rest were responsible for besieging and killing the dispersed orcs for the third echelon.do you understand? "

"Understood!" The soldiers shouted loudly at this moment, holding back their breath and urgently needing to let it out.

"Very good, let's go!" With a wave of his hand, Ross took the lead in rushing towards the direction of the wolf man tribe indicated by the scouts.

Half an hour later, more than 400 heavily armed troops appeared not far from the simple wooden wall of the Wolf Man tribe.

Gnolls with exceptionally sensitive senses of hearing and smell had already spotted the approaching human army. At this time, a large number of Gnolls armed with simple weapons kept appearing on the simple fence, making bursts of piercing barks of unknown meaning.

"After rushing over, each team must maintain a good formation. The team leader must judge the situation on the battlefield and coordinate the cooperation between teammates." Ross reminded loudly tirelessly, then drew out the long sword at his waist and shouted: "For the sake of Stan Town , For our home.

Warriors, let's kill them all!rush!rush!rush! "

While roaring to cheer up the soldiers, Ross rushed over at full speed.

In an instant, Los, who distanced himself from the others, quickly approached the simple gate of the Gnoll. At the same time, he swung his sword to pick up several fences placed along the way and slammed them at the Gnoll on the wall. The sharp fence not only threw the Gnoll The wooden javelins and stones that came over swung away and turned into deadly weapons. A dozen of the gnolls that were hit fell down from under the wall with blood in an instant, while the rest of the gnolls ran away in fright.

Taking advantage of the moment when the gnolls were in chaos on the wall, Ross flew a few rough wooden spears that were shot at him, kicked the simple wooden gate away, and then slammed into the rough wall on the right.

"Boom..." The [-]-meter simple fence was hit by Ross's huge force, and a dozen jackals were thrown out with a miserable bark.

"Roar" A loud roar came from the wolf man tribe, and then a figure rushed towards Ross at an extremely fast speed.

Seeing the visitor's obviously tall stature, super high speed, and the shining scimitar in his hand, as well as the other gnolls who calmed down and prepared to counterattack after hearing it, all showed that it was the chief of the tribe.

There was a sinister smile on Ross's stern face: "I was looking for you, but you came to the door yourself." As he said, he went straight to meet him without avoiding.

The chief jackal barked wildly, and Ross guessed that this guy must be questioning himself how he dared to attack his tribe, and at the same time cursing himself, saying that he would tear himself apart, scrape and eat, and so on.

However, at this time, he doesn't have time to discuss right and wrong with other people.

The moment the two sides met each other, Ross turned sideways to avoid the scimitar swung by the chief of the jackal man, swiped his sword across its neck, and then rushed into the crowd of jackals behind the chief without looking back.

Now this is only the orc chief of the first-order peak, and there is no need for Ross to swing his sword a second time.

Sure enough, when Los was behind the crowd of gnolls, the head of the gnoll chief soared into the sky with an unbelievable expression, and his headless body fell to the ground spraying blood.

Before the remaining gnolls could react, the sound of horse hoofs from the knights and shouts from Thomas's team could be heard from the wall that Los broke through, and the gnolls caught off guard were immediately killed and lost their mind.

However, the knight and Thomas' team did not fight them too much, but split into two and went straight to the depths of the wolf man tribe to kill them.

The surviving gnolls were confused by Thomas's actions. The little leader of the first-order gnolls roared, leading his salivating men to catch up and hack these inexplicable guys to death. How delicious.

However, just as they took a step, louder shouts came from the collapsed wall, and a large group of human soldiers brandishing weapons rushed towards them.

As soon as they came into contact with a large number of gnolls, they were beheaded by the captain of the guard, and the remaining first-tier elite gnolls were divided and surrounded. It was only a matter of time before they were beheaded.

At this stage, the battle is basically doomed.

Ross, who has the strength of a second-level and fourth-level warrior, wandered around and killed the elite gnolls. Karl, Russ' cavaliers, and Thomas' elite squad kept rushing back and forth, breaking up the formation that the gnolls had finally organized. Killing the wolf man under the captain's command was not to say that it was cutting melons and vegetables, but it didn't cost much.

Ten minutes later, the knight team that chased and killed the fleeing Gnoll returned.

Ruth rode on the horse and reported loudly: "The Cavaliers chased and wiped out 16 jackals in total. Eight of them escaped to the southwest within 8 miles."

"Very good!" Ross praised with a satisfied smile, and then immediately commanded: "The wounded and the three teams with the most injured people stayed to search for the loot. The others set off immediately, marching slowly, and aimed at the dog's head 100 miles to the west. Human tribe. On the march, we must pay attention to replenishing food and water as soon as possible, and when we arrive at the destination, we will destroy the target in one go, is it clear?"

"It's clear!" The soldiers who easily won the victory replied loudly, bursting with confidence.

Although the wounded and the three teams with the largest number of injuries are unwilling, they also understand that this is the best arrangement, so they can only accept it silently. The pace of grown-ups.

(End of this chapter)