Bright Era

As its name suggests, the wild boar tail bay is surrounded by towering cliffs, and you can see unmelted ice and snow everywhere.

The cliffs hundreds of meters high extend to the left and right, and there seems to be no end in sight. There is only a small bay in the middle of the cliff, which extends in like a wild boar's curled tail. After traveling inward for dozens of miles along this bay, there is a wilderness with a gentle **** for boats to moor and let people enter from here. Odin Ice Field.

The Western Continent has entered early summer, but the storm blowing from the core of the Oding Ice Sheet is still bitterly cold, so white snow can be seen everywhere on the gray-brown desert on the edge of the Oding Ice Sheet. Yellow-green moss and some small bushes with extremely tough vitality grow tenaciously. Large groups of yellow sheep, spring gazelle, reindeer and other icefield creatures haunt here, bringing a little vitality to the barren land.

A simple ‘building’ that can be described as a pigsty is piled crookedly at the exit of Wild Boar’s Tail Bay.

This is a walled circle built with mud, stones, weeds, and branches. It can have a half-person height. A few cellars have been dug in a mess, and some unidentified roofs are covered. A place where people can live.

Twenty pigheads lay lazily in the mud, hummingly looking at the sky, quietly waiting for the arrival of the meal.

They were draped in ragged leather armor, and rusty weapons were thrown away indiscriminately. These guys are not so much soldiers, as they are a group of refugees. But after all, they are pure-blooded orcs, and their combat effectiveness is actually better than ordinary human fighters.

The fat-headed pigheads are sturdy, even though they are known for being lazy and dirty, but a crazy pighead can easily fight two or so human warriors when fighting head-on.

There is only one tent in the dilapidated camp, which is pretty glamorous. A red pig-headed man with blood-stained skin sits lazily in the tent, chuckles, and carefully counts the copper on his hands and a few. Of silver coins.

The Scarlet Pighead, this is considered a middle-class noble in the Pighead tribe, his skin color represents his bloodline of the royal Pighead. Looking at the bleak magic lines under his skin, and the fact that he is not much different from ordinary humans, but the appearance of a pair of particularly enlarged ears, one can determine that his royal bloodline is not weak.

"Those humans are right!" The Scarlet Pighead muttered in a low voice, "Eat free money, come quickly! Hahaha!"

This camp was originally equipped with 200 pig heads as standard equipment to guard against the intrusive team of the Gaul Empire from invading the Odin Icefield from the Boar Tail Bay. But the Scarlet Pighead didn’t know where he met a group of human businessmen. They taught the originally simple and straightforward Pighead some tricks and tricks. The Pighead’s IQ is not weak. He quickly learned these. means.

The two hundred standard fighters were reduced to fifty by him, and all the funds for the other one hundred and fifty were included in his own pocket.

The alien races of Wudalian Island and Oding Icefield do not have a strict national system. They are completely in a state of tribal alliance. The loose management method allowed the Scarlet Pighead to eat free salary for most of the year and made a lot of money enough to make him a rich man in the tribe.

He hummed happily, stuffed the silver coins and coppers that had just been set aside into an animal skin pocket under the bed, and the scarlet pighead lazily walked out of the tent and faced the subordinates who were lying on the ground waiting for food. Roared a few times.

The fat-eared pig-headed soldiers stood up lazily, dragging their weapons, and lazily divided into three small groups of less than ten people, yawning and dangling towards the wild boar tail bay.

Daily patrol, this kind of thing is too difficult for the lazy pighead. The pig heads yawned vigorously, and several pig heads with mixed blood simply turned into wild boars with four hoofs and walked lazily and shivering towards the bay.

The Scarlet Pighead walked around the camp arrogantly, and after declaring his authority to his heart's content, he yawned and lay in the place where his subordinates had just dozed off, lazily closing his eyes. In this sunny afternoon, squinted to take a nap, quietly waiting for the arrival of the meal, this kind of day. . . This his-mother is the life a pighead should have!

When the pig heads in this simple camp were out of the camp, the three troop carriers commanded by Enzo had quietly invaded the Wild Boar Tail Bay. The bay was dozens of miles long and only about three miles wide. Three troop carriers carefully went deep into the bay, and placed Enzo and more than 300 soldiers under his command in a place large enough to accommodate a thousand people. .

After removing the ordnance on the troop carrier, Enzo commanded the soldiers to find an easy-to-defend and difficult-to-attack mountain corner near the landing site, and began to build a forward base there. A large number of crossbows and arrows are stored here. Enzo used two magic scrolls of earth attributes sent by the people of Jiawu. With the low roar of the earth, two solid stone walls gradually rose from the ground, bringing this The small camp is guarded inside.

The soldiers dispersed, they cut down a lot of branches, carefully plucked off a large area of ​​moss, and used these things to cover the camp and the three troop carriers firmly. Basically, unless there are elite scouts to observe up close, you can't see anything unusual in this corner from a distance.

Dozens of soldiers were left to guard the troop carrier and this small response camp. Enzo took nearly three hundred soldiers, along with Vic and the Seven Swordsmen in Blood, carefully walking up the gentle slope.

The wasteland where Wild Boar’s Tail Bay is located is the most barren spot in the entire Odin Icefield. There will be guards of foreign races here on weekdays, but generally speaking, there are not many defenders here. Moreover, the aliens sent here to guard are definitely the cannon fodder on the battlefield. For Enzo, these guards are not a big threat.

But this time their mission is to go deep into the Odin Icefield and even want them to capture a wizard from the Odin Temple to interrogate military intelligence. This kind of task is almost a mortal end. Although Enzo has the mind to work hard, he still has to pretend to be around here for a while.

"So, Vic, you take the scout to take a look ahead. This time, it's best not to disturb those alien races." Enzo gave the order in a low voice.

Vic nodded. He selected more than a dozen scouts wearing soft tight leather armor, short knives, hard crossbows, and short arrows. They rushed out like a slip of blue smoke, carefully spreading out into an arc of moon. Searched the past.

The team marched forward for two miles, and Vic suddenly clenched his fists far behind and made a gesture for everyone to stop. Enzo immediately stopped the soldiers, and the soldiers who accompanied Enzo on the battlefield, who had been born and died countless times, quickly found the boulder that concealed themselves, and hid themselves in the shadow of the boulder.

A scout rushed back and carefully reported the information ahead.

Twenty-six pig heads were dozing off behind a leeward dirt bag, and eight of them had even returned to a beast-like state. Looking at their appearance and their appearance so close to the Wild Boar's Tail Bay, it proved that they should be the alien sentry responsible for patrolling this area.

but. . .

"Pighead!" Enzo tilted his mouth: "Well, no matter what the Pighead does is acceptable. Avoid them, let's not disturb their sleep. From here, we go directly to the Black Snake Valley. That The environment is pretty good, and we can spend a few more days there."

Squinting his eyes, Enzo hasn't figured out how to'complete' this mission for the time being, but he will not take his soldiers to death in vain. Capture a wizard from the Temple of Odin? Where is such an easy thing? He was convinced that the message from Jiawu was that Lin Qi had returned to the Western Continent, so Lin Qi would not leave his brothers alone.

Perhaps if he persists for a while, many things will change.

The three-hundred-man team avoided the pig-heads who were patrolling the sentry far away, formed a line of skirmishers, and quickly headed towards the Black Snake Valley a hundred miles away.

It was a barren valley where the terrain was extremely complicated, and no one would approach it on weekdays. A non-venomous but useless black snake is abundant there. During the stay there, Enzo can let people hunt the black snake as food, and leave the rations carried by the team in case of emergency.

A huge purple thunder albatross flew slowly from high altitude. This giant demon bird with a wingspan of more than fifty meters is a holy artifact of the Odin Icefield and a totem worshipped by many foreign races. They control the power of thunder and wind. They have been flying high in the air from birth to death. They are a kind of extremely godlike and extremely proud demon bird.

But today, the eyes of this purple thunder albatross are shining with the light and shadow of wisdom. It overlooks the whereabouts of Enzo and others from an altitude of 10,000 meters. Through some kind of wonderful soul connection, everything it sees is far away. Demonstrated in a tent in

More than three thousand elite orc wolf cavalry surrounded the tent. Inside the tent, a royal werewolf with a dark complexion and wolf-like ears sat proudly on a large chair, staring coldly at Enzo in a water mirror in front of him. The movement of people.

"Black Snake Valley? That's a good place to kill!"

The royal werewolf glanced at a fat-eared human businessman standing in the corner of the tent.

"Kill these people, are you really willing to give me a thousand catties of tea bricks? You can't lie!"

The fat businessman smiled and nodded, he took out a tea brick with a strong fragrance and threw it to the royal werewolf.

Very low-quality tea bricks, in the eastern mainland, about ten copper per catty; in the western mainland, this kind of tea bricks are only two or three silver coins per catty. But in Odin Ice Field, the value of this tea brick is equivalent to that of gold of equal weight.

The royal werewolf smiled with satisfaction. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)

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