Before ascending to God, be a good lord

A majestic voice echoed in the sky. The giants above and the orcs behind them all stopped moving and looked at him in unison.

"Of course, I just want to give my people a way out!" Tokaf said quickly after hearing the voice of his ancestors.

Rumble, the wall on the west side of the pass suddenly made a loud noise, and a giant sculpture "grew" out of the wall. The giant statue held a torch in its hand, which looked like a watchtower in Iowa.

"Descendants of the Benma family, I can give you a chance. As long as you swear to protect your people and use your blood to draw a gate on the city wall, I can let your children pass through this gate and enter safely. The plains of galloping horses!" The giant's eyes were filled with fire, and he stared at Tokaf.

"I swear!" Just as Tokaf finished speaking, he felt thick fog rising around him, and a voice woke him up the next second.

"Captain, Captain Tokaf, Silverfo's Favorite asked you to assemble the team now, and also said that he wants to talk to you alone!"

Tokaf looked at everything around him, his tent, sleeping bag, map, weapons and armor. Nothing had changed. Everything just now was really just a dream.

"Captain? Are you awake?" The attendant outside heard no response and asked again quickly.

"Got it!" Tokaf said quickly after regaining his composure, "I'll be there right away!"

……

The night was still long, and in the commando supply point in Abadi, the capital of life, Neil put down the magic mirror.

"How's it going? Is there any danger over the canine tooth?" Nedland Wilson stepped forward and asked.

"Not yet. The edge of the forest is very peaceful. Several large rat tribes have not even entered the forest in the past three days." Neil's face was not relaxed. "This is not normal, unless they want to give up invading the forest."

"It may also be to accumulate strength." Ned Land nodded and analyzed.

"No matter what the truth is, now that the decisive battle in Iowa is imminent, we must launch some attacks and coordinate there." Neil walked to the map and pointed to the edge of the basin, "I asked Canine and the others to go to Siam together, which is about [-] kilometers away from the Royal Court. The main force is relatively far away, we have never been there before, and the rat people should not be very wary of us."

After several discussions, Neil and Netherlands led the team to set off. After this period of personnel recruitment, his team had reached 140 people.

The 30 newly added people are all demon-supporters from various city-states with certain swordsmanship or riding skills. They ride ordinary war horses and protect several carriages.

The rat men running rampant in the basin were a hated threat to both the human race and the city-state where they were originally located, so everyone naturally had no pressure to deal with them.

"Captain Neil?"

As soon as the team set off, the newly joined Shrena suddenly accelerated a few steps, ran to the front, and asked Neil, the team leader, "Can you let me get on the black scale horse and fight with you?"

"Aren't you a monk? I'm afraid you're not suitable for fighting right away, are you?" Neil didn't refuse in a hurry, but asked a question.

"But I am more familiar with the basin than you are. There are not only underground rivers but also some swamps to the west of the basin. I have been wandering around the basin with the teacher in the past few years, and I am more familiar with the terrain than you." Neil thought for a while and agreed with Wu. The monk asked her to change horses with a cavalryman.Sure enough, under the guidance of Shrina, the team walked on a small road. Not only were there almost no ratmen along the way, but the distance was also shorter than the main road.

The team has been traveling northwest, and soon they can see the mountains of the Orc Plateau and the waterfalls near Siam under the gradually brightening sky.

It was already mid-October, the sky was getting colder, and morning dew had condensed on the iron frames of the knights. The black-scaled horses could still heat their iron armor through their own magic patterns, but carriages and ordinary war horses suffered more.

When the tops of the mountains to the west have been sprinkled with gold, the cavalry can see a white team appearing in the south, which are the canine-toothed Frostwolf Knights.

"Chief? There seems to be a fight between orcs ahead!" Shrena suddenly shouted, pointing to a lake in the west.

Everyone looked around and saw a large area of ​​gray-brown animals biting each other on the ground. One of them, a rat the size of a brown bear, killed several other slender orcs in the blink of an eye.

"Those are...two groups of rats?" Neil looked a little confused.

"No, it's the Otter tribe and the rat people. The Otter tribe belongs to the canine tribe in the Dog King's Court, and the rat men belong to a separate group." Schreiner explained, "Those rat men have the upper hand. If we don't go, the Otter tribe will I’m afraid I can’t hold on any longer.”

"Since we are the enemy of rats, we have to help!"

Neil shouted loudly and led the team to rush forward. It took only a few minutes to cover less than a kilometer under the hooves of black-scaled horses. Hundreds of rat people and 3 intermediate rats were not enough for Neil's number. Round of slashing.

"Roar~" Three magic pattern swords were inserted into the body of the high-level magic rat. However, it was still able to pounce on a barbarian. Just when it was about to completely break the barbarian's neck with its mouth, Neil took two soldiers with him. He stepped forward and inserted a magic pattern sword into the rat's shoulder without saying a word.

The thoroughly enraged senior mouse gave up the barbarian beneath him and flew towards Neil.

Schreina constantly observed the fighting methods of the barbarian cavalry, charging, slashing, and dodging under the claws of high-level monsters. Once a member was thrown away by the monster, at least three other barbarians would alternately attract the attention of the monster, ensuring that Other members were able to treat the injured promptly.

She had never understood before that why more than a hundred barbarian cavalry were able to run rampant for many days in Hindukel where there were many orc tribes. Not only did the local tribes agree to sell their human slaves, but they also gave the orc army from the royal court a huge headache.

However, upon closer inspection, the entire team is like an exquisite boxer, with very well-organized attack, defense and positioning. The same number of orc troops, without the help of Warcraft and Beloved, are indeed no match for these barbarians, and there are even some Even though they were led by senior mice, they could not be seriously injured.

"What a wonderful team," Schreiner admired as she looked at Neil who was walking on the edge of the big mouse's paw.

"How is it? The battle of the barbarians is interesting, isn't it?" A female knight came to Shrena's side and looked at Neil with the same admiration. "Except for not having a big knight as the captain, they can almost compete with any marquis. Knights."

Looking at the female knight beside her, Shrena thought for a while and said: "Knight Dandelion, although these barbarian cavalry are elite, they can't fight in the empire, right?"

"Why not? For the strong, anywhere can become a battlefield." A smile appeared on Dandelion's lips.