After a battle is fought, the follow-up aftermath is handed over to Verri and they will arrange, and his most important thing now is to recover his magic.

It's a pity that there are no mages with them this time, it would be nice to have a mage, the magic bread they make is a good thing to recover quickly. In someone's eyes, a mage's greatest strength is acting as a food-making machine.

The bodies of the fallen soldiers were carefully placed together, and ten chaplains stood up, praying reverently.

Priests, this is a special group of beings. The vast majority of them are not full-fledged pastors, and even probationary pastors are few. Legitimate priests are beings who have truly mastered the power of the Light and can be equal to the paladins, they are noble and few in number; A probationary pastor is someone who has the gift of becoming a pastor and is trying to learn how to master the power of the Light. As for the vast majority of the chaplains, they are not even apprentices, but devout followers of the Light, and although they are not gifted, they can cast low-level healing spells such as recovery through their prayers.

Half an hour later, as if in response to the prayer of the chaplain, a golden holy light sprinkled down, and the corpses of the fallen soldiers gradually dissolved into nothingness in the holy light.

Leo looked at all this, and for a long time, he sighed silently: "This Nima is war." ”

Dozens of people who were alive half a day ago are gone, blood-stained fields, horse leather shrouds, such words look at the blood, listen to heroic, what is actually what it is like only after experiencing it yourself.

"Ready to hit the road."

After hastily collecting his mood, after the chaplain treated the wounded soldiers one by one, Leo led the whole team to continue towards the camp of the angry fangs. He understood that with the start of the war, there would definitely be no shortage of such scenes in the future.

War, how can there be immortals? People tend to see only those who are full of honor and triumph, but ignore that many more people have fallen on the battlefield.

The human army had already been attacked three times on their way to the Angry Fang Camp, so what was the situation of the Angry Fang Camp as their destination?

In the camp of Furious Fang, groups of orcs are busy, this camp has been completely destroyed by the human army once, and it will take a lot of effort and time to rebuild it.

In a tent in the center of the camp, three burly orcs were sitting together discussing something.

"How's the human army doing?"

An orc with multiple burns on his head and a halberd hammer in his hand asked, the orc across from him. If Leo were here, he would recognize that the orc being questioned was none other than Stormwind Prison's escaped prisoner, Orc Tagger.

Targer's face was not good-looking, and he said to the orc who asked the question with a worried expression: "The human army is almost here, and the swamp crocodiles and wetland swamp beasts we have brought in have fought against them, but they have not caused much casualties. Ganege, this time the army sent by humanity is strong. ”

The orc standing in the middle snorted coldly, with a look of disdain on his face: "Don't expect those brainless beasts to bring much damage to the human army, we still have to rely on our own strength to defeat them." ”

This orc is dressed in blood-red armor, holding a large axe, a whole head taller than ordinary orcs, and with a strong body, the whole person looks very oppressive. He is the supreme commander of these orcs, Golverk Furyfang.

Goldrick turned his head to look at Ganeg, his tone was a little dissatisfied: "Ganeg Scorch, the honor and prestige of the orcs are forged by the sharp axe in their hands and the blood of the enemy, don't let that old clever guy in Tug fool you, if his little tricks are useful, why are they defeated?" He's a loser. ”

This idiot who only has muscles in his head, I can't teach you a lesson. Ganeg was secretly angry in his heart, but on the surface he was silent, and now he still had to use the power of Golferk, not the time to turn his face with this guy.

Don't think I don't know what's in your mind, Goldrick. If you want to be a tribal chief, you don't have what it takes. If it weren't for the lack of strength in my hands and the need to use your strength to avenge Chief Nacrosh, the first person I would have beaten would definitely be you, a brute who covets the position of chieftain.

Ganeg didn't speak, and the tent fell silent for a moment, a little cold.

At this time, Tagger became a peacemaker, only to hear him change the subject and say: "I have contacted Dulonga's side, they are very dissatisfied with the actions of the human army in Dammod, and will cooperate with us to teach these humans a lesson at the appropriate time." ”

"Black Iron Dwarves? Hmph, a bunch of guys who were killed by humans and roamed around like dogs. Goldrick looked contemptuous, the old nest of the Black Iron Dwarves was gone, and the newly arrived Dammod had been taken down by the human army again, and it was really a group of homeless guys who were wandering around as he said.

Targer's face sank, this was the ally he had contacted to help, and Golferk looked down on the Black Iron Dwarves led by Dulongge, wasn't he slapping him in the face?

This barbarian, he still wants to be a tribal chief, if he is made a chieftain, he will not make enemies everywhere with his temper? How do my Dragonthroat Orcs gain a foothold in the wetlands? Ganeg despises Goldcock very much, no matter what, the Black Iron Dwarves are allies with them now, even if you look down on them, you can't say it, just think about it.

"The human army still has more than half a day to get here, and we will tell them that there will be no return." This time, it was Ganeg who came out to play the round.

Goldrick laughed, "Ganeg is right, kill all those ugly humans and let them know that this place is not for them. ”

What is he trying to show about this? Wetlands are beyond the reach of humans, and my Dragonthroat Orc clan is the best person to rule this region? He said this as if he were the chief of the Dragon's Throat tribe and was calling the shots, who would admit it? Where did you put me, Tug, and Maruk? Ganeg was quite speechless now, and anyone with a bit of brains would say that killing all the humans was to avenge the death of Chief Nacrosh or something, and only a brainless guy like Golfok would say that.

Indignant for a while, Ganeg thought about it again, it's a good thing that Goldrick has a bad brain, otherwise who will fool him to be cannon fodder?

"Golfolk, since the human army is almost here, it is better for Targar and I to arrange first, this battle cannot be sloppy." Ganeg glanced at Targer, and the two walked out of the tent side by side.

The two men who walked out of the tent walked out of the camp and saw that there was no one around, and Tugger snorted angrily, expressing his displeasure with Goldfork.

Ganeg smiled at this, "Alright, Tagger. Goldfolk is a brainless brute, why are you angry with him? ”

"I'm worried if this brute will ruin our plans."

"Don't worry, Tagger. We let his men stay in the camp, and when the human army arrives, we must fight with him first, and when the time comes, we will not move, and then we will act when they are almost done. Even if this brute wants to do something, he won't have the strength to do anything. ”

Ganeg looked determined, Golfok, this brainless thing, did he really think that we would give him a camp with complete fortifications, and fight the human army in the field first? Why should I, Ganege, listen to you, do you think you are a chief?

After hearing this, there was an expression on Tugger's face that I knew you would do this, he didn't have the slightest affection for Golfork's guy who wanted to be on the throne, this brute didn't have any brains at all, and letting him be the chief would only bring disaster to the Dragonthroat Clan, and the chief must be an orc with enough wisdom to be in charge. Tagger and Ganeg are on the same page, and their favorite candidate is the Tug chosen by Chief Nacrosh.

In order to help Tug become a chieftain smoothly, it is impossible to say that he has to deal with the barbarian who has no self-knowledge. Ganeg and Tagger looked at each other, and both orcs saw this in each other's eyes.

People are self-aware, and that's true, if your ambition outstrips your ability, even your allies will sell you, because they are afraid that you will implicate them.

It seems that a cup named Golfok is about to appear.

The intrigue and calculations between the Dragonthroat Orcs were unbeknownst to Leo, and after most of the day's journey, they finally saw the Angry Fang camp. However, it was already dark by this time, and it was undoubtedly foolish to engage in a night battle after a long journey.

Leo looked at the soldiers who were setting up a simple barracks while guarding against the possible attack of the orcs, and sighed a little depressedly, the calculation was wrong, and he had slowed down the march if he knew it. Their original plan was to arrive at the Angry Fang camp in the afternoon, and then decide whether to attack immediately depending on the situation. But who expected that the road was blocked by swamp crocodiles and wetland swamp beasts, which delayed them too much time, causing them to arrive half a day later than planned.

"It looks like there's only tomorrow going to war." Verry looked at the Angry Fang camp in the distance and expressed his concern, "It's just that I'm worried that something will happen tonight. ”

Leo also deeply sympathizes with Verri's worries, and the swamp crocodile group and wetland swamp beast group encountered during the day must be related to the orcs in the Angry Fang camp, since the other party can come up with such a method, it is difficult to guarantee that there will be no follow-up.

I don't know how many intrigues these orcs still have, and the only way to do this is to see the tricks. I was very depressed when I thought that I was in a passive Leo, who said that orcs have no brains, who said that orcs can't play conspiracy and tricks, and now my brother has met Shenma? Is my brother's fate too sad or is the fate of other pig's feet too good?

Leo sighed, and there were only two words in his heart that could be accurately expressed: Daddy! (Uh, two words??) ）