Chirp...

Thirty-two snow-feathered eagles were divided into sixteen groups, flying in high altitude in groups, with sharp hawk eyes scanning all foreign objects on the ground.

The snow-white earth made the orc elites who had never expected that there would be eyes staring at them in the sky without any escape.

All Parr needed was to bring people to chase him and take a sneak attack unexpectedly.

Nowadays, Pal, who has the peak bronze strength, only needs to lead people to charge, ranging from twenty or thirty people, or as many as a dozen orc elites will be killed.

There may be omissions, but Parr will release magic. If a full-level freezing technique continues, the existence below the silver level will be trapped for at least two seconds, and these two seconds are enough for Parr to kill him.

These are all bronze-level elites from various orc tribes. Who would have thought that they would meet their "God of Death" after a week of raging?

Parr's harvest was also abundant. The primary bronze orc gave a white light spot, two intermediate, three advanced, five peak, and one tenth of the silver light spots.

The elite members of the orcs who dare to come to sneak attack the grain transport team are all bronze-level, and the weakest ones are led by advanced bronze orcs. Most of the members are primary bronze, with two or three intermediate bronzes.

They are active in the mountains around each road, and once they attack, they will flee far around other roads, which seems very planned.

It's indeed planned.

Because they were sent by hundreds of thousands of orc army on the northern front of the Western Front, the entire Western Front, and this was a unified deployment action, which was to break the human supply line.

For this battle, the Cynnar tribe was all out, and they were surrounded by other orc tribes on the way, with an attitude of becoming successful if they fail.

This was cheap. Pal led his men to run among the mountains of the Western Frontier for a week, spending more than half of his time on traveling and resting, and fighting with orcs only took up a small part of the time.

On that day, the weather was gloomy and the cold wind was howling. Huya looked at the sky and told Pal that there might be heavy snow tonight.

“A day off.”

After running around for a week, although I had a rest every day, everyone except Parr was still exhausted and even his tail seemed a little listless.

Parr led his men to find a cave, clean up, and then rest here.

Huh... Huh...

After a while, the wind started to get louder and heavy snow fell from the sky.

Although it has come January of the 1274th year of Wind Wolf Recovery, the temperature seems colder than the previous December of Winter.

If asked why?

People from the Wind Wolf Kingdom will tell you that the days at the end of January are the beginning of the resurrection of all things, and you can see the days before as an extension of December of last year's winter.

Parr sat on a small bench and looked at the scene of heavy snow falling outside, staring blankly, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Take a sip to warm your body!"

At this moment, Huya came over with a glass of roasted hot water.

"Um."

Parr nodded, took the hot water but did not drink it, but held it in his hand and felt the appropriate temperature.

Huya didn't ask what Paer was thinking. She squatted next to Paer silently and accompanied him to watch the snow outside the cave.

Aw~

The quiet atmosphere seemed to have infected the tail. She did not make trouble this time, but just walked over silently to hug Parr's back, listening to Parr's heartbeat.

Parr slowly closed his eyes and recalled the scenes after traveling through time.

To be honest, this week of chasing elite orcs was the easiest week I had. There was no restraint, the world was big, and I could go anywhere.

Parr thought of this in his heart, and then remembered the harvest of the week, with a clear look of joy on his face.

On average, there are twenty orc elites in each team, including fourteen primary bronzes, three intermediate bronzes, two or three advanced bronzes, and perhaps one peak bronze.

Each team can provide about thirty white light spots.

Parr can catch up with one team almost every day this week, and the orcs that started well, there are eight teams in total, 3824 teams... Parr has obtained 243 white light spots and twenty-four silver light spots.

Including the previous ones, Parr had 243 white light spots and 62 silver light spots, and...

Life energy point: 1330

Spiritual energy point: 1480

This is an unprecedented harvest and the source of Parr's motivation.

...

At the same time, in the heavy snow, the remaining elite orcs slowly gathered together according to the scheduled plan.

This is an extremely secret cave, located deep in the mountains. After the elite orcs of various teams arrived, they reported the results of the battle to the general manager of the operation, a red-eyed tauren with primary silver strength.

"We have attacked the teams that transported materials five times these days, and those humans are really vulnerable."

"We have attacked three times..."

"us……"

The smooth sneak attack made these orcs look happy all over their faces. Later, when there were more people, they all laughed and talked about how many humans they had killed to compare.

Of course, these orcs were not unscathed. Many orcs were injured and there were also reductions in each team, but this did not prevent them from thinking that this was a big victory.

The red-eyed magpie who was in charge of this operation was called Niu Lang. He listened silently to the orcs' reports and wrote and painted on the map.

Time passed by minute by minute, and soon half a day passed. There had been two or three hours and no new team returned. This made Niu Lang feel something was wrong. He was writing a letter to the tribe leader and shaman and raised his head and counted the returned team.

The number is wrong. Nine teams are missing, why haven’t they come yet? It should be that the distance is too far, so wait!

This time I waited until the next morning. According to the plan, no matter how slow it was, all teams should have come. Even if there was a lot of wind and snow outside, it should not have an impact on all bronze-level teams!

Niu Lang's eyes were even redder, and he began to ask the captains of other teams, but he got all the same.

The western border is so big that each team is responsible for different areas and rarely encounters them. This time the gathering was agreed before coming.

"Are you really lost in the heavy snow?"

Niu Lang began to pace in the cave. At this moment, there was a movement outside. Another team of elite orcs came, but their team was a little miserable. There were only seven left in the team of more than 20 people, and they were all injured. The captain had long disappeared.

"what happened?"

Niu Lang quickly walked to the strongest orc and asked loudly. As a result, they were indeed killed when they attacked a team of Shanyan Fortress and headed to the Jinjing Fortress two days ago. If the captain had not stopped the powerful human with his life, these orcs would not have run out.

Fearing that the humans were following behind their butt, these orcs had to come and meet for two days.

"This is not right!"

Niu Lang waved his hand to let the injured orc go to rest. He stood at the entrance of the cave and pondered. Even if there was a very powerful human, it would be impossible for the other eight teams of elite orcs to disappear silently!

It's like there's a ghost in the dark, they attack humans, ghosts attack them, humans can't find them, they can't find ghosts.

Niu Lang's heart sank and decided to report the matter to the patriarch and the shaman.

Soon, Niu Lang wrote a letter and asked the fastest-running rabbit-headed orc to deliver the letter, not far away because there were special people outside.

In just about half a day, the rabbit-headed orc, who had not stopped, came back and said that the letter had been delivered, and the person who was receiving it would hurry up and deliver the letter to the shaman and patriarch of the Chongniu Tribe. If nothing unexpected happens, there will be a reply on the third day.

To be on the safe side, Niu Lang did not let the remaining dozen elite orcs set out to continue the attack, but instead let them rest for two days after running for more than ten days.

Unexpectedly, the shaman and the patriarch of the Niu Tribe attached great importance to Niu Lang's actions. Half an hour after the letter was delivered, a big horned bird with ink feathers rose from the main orc camp on the wasteland in front of the Youyan Fortress, bypassed the Youyan Fortress, and flew to the location of Niu Lang.

I don’t know how the ox-horned bird found the exact location, so it soon landed at the hidden cave entrance.

"The patriarch's favorite pet."

Niu Lang knew the Niu Horned Bird, which was a monster raised by the leader of the Chongniu Tribe. It has the power of intermediate bronze and is often used to send emergency letters.

So Niu Lang ran out immediately, fumbled on the back of the big horned bird, and found a piece of velvet paper that emitted a glimmer of light.

"A handwritten letter from Shaman!"

Niu Lang's expression became solemn, thinking that something must have happened, otherwise the shaman would not have written a letter in person.

The velvet paper is not big and the content is not much. Apart from those divine words, let’s summarize it:

I got the inspiration of my ancestors. Those orcs who had not returned had returned to their ancestors' arms and were killed by a team of people. The key point was in the air.

"It's all dead! In the air? In the air!"

Niu Lang suddenly realized as if he was enlightened. He slapped himself hard, but he didn't expect that he would ignore the sky.

"I didn't expect that someone on the human side also raised flying monsters and sent them here..."

Niu Lang murmured to himself, then turned his gaze to Niuke, thinking of asking Niuke to help him, but Niuke ignored him at all. Seeing that the letter was delivered, he turned around and flapped his wings and left.

After being stunned, Niu Lang understood the meaning of the tribal shaman, that was he who solved this matter himself.

“What should I do?”

Back in the cave and looking at the heavy snow that was slowly weakening outside, Niu Lang came up with a solution, but this method might sacrifice some elite orcs.

...

call……

The ox-horned bird was flying high in the sky and was about to return to the main orc camp. It looked down at the Ghost Flame Fortress standing in the wind and snow.

At this time, the Youyan Fortress was already dilapidated, with one less piece of the city wall in the east and one less piece of the west. This is the trace of the war in recent days.

The orcs used 400,000 troops to attack the Youyan Fortress in turn. There were great battles every day. As the commander, the Grand Duke Youyan and the patriarch of the Niu Tribe confronted each other. Both sides of the golden level could not take action easily unless they were sure to win.

The others fought around the inch-long city walls of the Youyan Fortress. The spiritual cannons on the Youyan Fortress walls roared from time to time, shooting white lights representing death.

This is a meat grinder, and so far more than 100,000 living creatures have died here.

The heavy snow stopped the battle for a few days, and the two sides stopped the battle in a tacit understanding to prepare for the next battle.

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Chapter completed!