Until nightfall, the sentry on this mountain ridge ushered in a cold wind, and a layer of gray mist filled the distant mountains and fields, as if a layer of veil was covering this quiet black forest. Several birds of prey were hovering in the sky. They kept hovering in the sky, slowly sliding down, gradually putting off their wings, and returning to the forest. Some small beasts hiding in the holes of trees stretched out their bodies and walked out carefully in the dark night, probably hungry and just woke up from their sleep.

The black forest at night seems to be more lively than the daytime.

The sentry guard is also busy, and we don’t have much time left. It is estimated that it will be difficult to hide such a large number of giant spiders being hunted for too long. Maybe a spider scout will patrol here in a short time. We must move these indigenous people’s wounded people to underground caves before they are discovered by the spider people.

The orc warriors were still busy. They bandaged the wounds of the indigenous people with the bleeding bandage in their hands. Their actions were still very unfamiliar, but at least the basic procedures would not be wrong.

There are still many indigenous people who have not been treated as a turn. The more than 700 injured indigenous people are not a small number after all.

In the second half of the journey, after basically all the orc warriors learned to use first aid correctly, I stopped guiding the orc warriors.

I chose some minor injuries to indigenous people and used ‘spas’ on them one by one to speed up the healing of their wounds and then let them join the treatment team.

Among the slightly injured people who remained, there were many indigenous women. Perhaps because they had just experienced a tragic massacre, they still seemed a little shocked, like quails drifting in the cold wind.

Many old indigenous people and adult men choose to travel through the Spider-Man occupied areas with the large army. Many indigenous people even suffer injuries and do not choose to stay. Maybe they will die in the upcoming battle and may survive by chance.

...

After nightfall, Takama walked out of the sentry post, lurking in the jungle under the mountains, hiding in a quiet corner, and monitoring the movements of the spiders. As long as spider warriors approach this area, Takama will immediately return to inform us that the giant spiders trapped in the giant web without any resistance are still in the clearings outside the sentry post. If there is no time to bring them back to Xinliu Valley, then the only thing waiting for them is death.

I will send a team of orc warriors to kill those giant spiders as soon as possible.

This not-so-large sentry can accommodate at least 500 Green Empire warriors, and the facilities inside are very complete. All the indigenous people are lying on the playground in the yard. I opened a portal in the congress hall. The indigenous people who have been treated have walked into the portal one after another and entered the underground world of Xinliu Valley.

Two female orc warriors stood in the convention hall, and injured indigenous people walked into the convention hall one after another. As soon as they walked in, their eyes would fall on the portal. The indigenous people walked into the portal like a mirror with a nervous mood, and were slowly swallowed by the mirror like a wave.

This government hall is a house made of stones. There is only one gate here. There is a rock screen at the gate. There is a relief sculpture of the God of War pattern towards the door. Bypassing the screen at the door and entering the hall, the original conference table in the government hall was overturned and blocked from the only window. On the stone walls around the government hall, pine branches and torches were lit, illuminating the whole room, and the room was filled with the smell of pine oil.

Qige and I were surrounded by a table, with a map spread on the wooden table. The map clearly marked the location of Trum's stronghold. The location of our sentry post was also found by Qige from the map. She held a quill and pointed a black dot at the location of our sentry post, and then drew a circle at the location of Trum's position, connecting a line between the two.

The extremely striking black lines span the area of ​​the hills of the map. Chig pointed to this line and said to me: "At least we have to pass through two hills, which is separated from the Trum stronghold."

"After sending these indigenous people back to Xinliu Valley tonight, we set out overnight. You go and take a break first. It seems that the post is in danger. I just hope that the troops stationed at the Trum stronghold can be more powerful. In such a distance, these spider-man warriors may not be able to distribute enough troops!" I frowned and said.

According to the map, the location of the Trum stronghold is built between high mountains and ridges. However, I think those spider-man warriors with eight legs can ignore the advantages of any terrain. Whether it is complex terrain or flat open land, they are both good at climbing and can charge like heavy armored knights. I don't think ordinary imperial soldiers can withstand the charge of spider-man warriors unless they are the constructed knights under Samoyed.

...

The giant spiders tied into the giant web were pulled into the underground cave in Xinliu Valley by the orc warriors. Under the altar, there were large flatbed cars waiting below. The giant spiders were directly loaded into the trailer. The one who pulled the car was a strong spider-man warrior. His shoulders became empty, his arms were gone, and he was surrounded by a slave collar made of magic copper on his neck.

The injured natives stood timidly by the cave wall, staring at a row of neat flatbed trailers in horror. Each flatbed car had an armless spider-man warrior in front of it, with solid iron chains tied to the body, and the ends of the iron chains were connected to the flatbed car. After the flatbed car was filled with giant spiders, they would be driven by the orc warriors and walked deeper into the cave. Everything seemed so well organized.

The injured indigenous people lined up in a row, carefully sticking to the edge of the cave stone wall. A beast warrior led the way in the front. These indigenous people will be taken to the newly dug out stone chamber to rest. In the past few days, all they can do is slowly familiar with the situation here, and also to quietly recuperate.

It seems that every indigenous person looked around in surprise. Some of them looked up at the dark top of the cave, some stretched their necks to peek into the endless distance of the cave, some were curious about the oil lamps placed on the cave wall, and some people would curiously look at the orcs living in the cave.

Giant spiders were like balls of meat. At the mercy of these orcs, they were as honest as turtles huddled in their shells, no longer as fierce as they were in the dense forest. A slightly injured native child squatted down, picked up a stone on the edge of the cave, and smashed it hard at the giant spider in the huge net on the flatbed cart next to him. The giant spider originally had a thick shell as hard as steel, but was still frightened by the stone.

The dark black eyes on the head kept turning, the straw in the mouth kept squirming, and the exhaust holes of the lungs on both sides of the body were breathing violently, and it was obviously frightened.

The actions of the indigenous children were immediately imitated by other indigenous people, but they were stopped by the orc warriors who drove away the spider-man coachman.

In a stone chamber as big as a basketball court, there is a large iron pot at the entrance of the stone gate. A pot of bison soup is boiled in the pot. A large amount of wood is installed under the iron pot. The flames keep moving up and down in the dark cave, causing the milky white meat soup in the large iron pot to keep rolling, and the beef ribs are hung with the boiled beef.

There were large basins of chopped herbs and salt on the shelves, and piles of large wooden bowls were also placed on the shelves. Walking inside, there were golden baked wheat cakes piled beside the stone wall, a whole pile.

Every indigenous person who walked into the stone chamber would be assigned to a large wooden bowl. When they followed the crowd to the big iron pot, orcs would use huge spoons to scoop a spoonful of fragrant broth into the large wooden bowl, and throw a piece of crispy bone-beef into the soup bowl. Then they grabbed a handful of herbs and salt and sprinkled it into the large wooden bowl casually, urging the indigenous people to walk back quickly and let the indigenous people behind them follow.

The natives who were carrying a large bowl of steaming broth were also assigned a wheat cake the size of a face plate.

Whether it was a large bowl of broth or a barley cake, it seemed a bit too big for these indigenous people. The orcs were distributed in this meal according to the food standards of orc warriors, but they did not know that these indigenous people wearing tree bark and linen had only one-third of the orcs' appetite, and the indigenous children were even more unbearable. This wheat cake might have allowed them to eat for a week.

The natives who were assigned to the wheat cake looked at the delicious food in their hands in disbelief, followed the indigenous people in front of them, sat quietly on the floor of the stone chamber. No matter how serious the injuries were, they were all gnawing at the wheat cake and drinking broth.

Some older natives do not have bone-containing beef in the soup bowl, but a fatty large intestine. In the eyes of orc warriors, the internal organs of the unicorn bison are much more delicious than those fresh meats. These soft and rotten large intestines are also very good tonics, and are more suitable for the elderly with poor teeth.

The natives sat on the ground and ate their meals silently. Some of the injured who were carried in by stretchers also ate some food with the help of the natives next to them. The coldness in the cave was driven away by these steaming broth. The already tired natives, after eating, were sleepy, and some even slept on the ground.

At this time, several orcs and a dwarf stood at the door of the stone chamber, quietly watching the situation inside. Among these people were the old orc Zewang, the dwarf consultant Bo Ende, and the orc warrior Kentoya who was promoted to the captain (with a flamethrower on his back, he followed Kalancho and Jijia to burn the entire Danma tribe with fire).

The orc elder Zewang just happened to have transported a large number of hemostatic herbs to the underground warehouse. Recently, a batch of hemostatic herbs have matured in the lakeside medicine garden in the circular valley. Recently, the underground warehouse has been seriously in short supply, so the old orcs will personally bring the orcs to transport the magic herbs over. Unexpectedly, as soon as he arrived at the underground warehouse, he saw such a lively scene.

It is worth being happy that the indigenous people were very at peace and did not feel any uneasy. It seemed that these people were very easy to manage, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

It would be a problem if these hundreds of injured people mutiny in the cave due to emotional instability. Now there is a huge shortage of orcs. There are more than 60 orc warriors stationed in the underground cave, but if they are dispatched, it is like fish swimming into the sea and there is no trace of them.

At present, there are only sixteen orcs responsible for managing the seven hundred indigenous people. This is only the temporary dispatch of the seven female orcs spinning spider silk female orcs.

Seeing the natives sleeping casually on the ground, Boend touched the beard on his chin, frowned and pondered for a moment, and raised his head to the orc warriors on standby, saying, "These natives in the Yero plane probably have never lived in caves! Just sleeping on the cold rock floor, it won't take long to take the cold from the ground to kill them. Go to the warehouse and bring all the moisture-proof straw mats."

"Yes...sir!" The orc warrior following Bo End replied neatly, but just turned around and turned back, saying hesitantly: "But..."

Bo Ende interrupted him without hesitation: "If you have something to report, how can you tell me!"

The orc warrior immediately stood up straight and shouted loudly: "Yes, sir!... Report, sir!"

At this time, Bo Ende let his voice be lowered, so that he can appear more imposing: "Say!"

The orc warrior immediately said, "You used those straw mats to build a wine cellar after working hard from the orc village. Why do we have to use them for these natives?"

The dwarf Bornde glared at the orc warrior and cursed: "Get out of here and move the straw mat, don't say such brainless words."

"Yes, sir!"

The orc warrior didn't dare to refute, and immediately turned around and trotted out.

"Bai Ende, you really understand us..." The old orc Zewang looked at Bai Ende deeply, pointed to the top of his head with a finger, and then said in great peace: "...I thought that lord was going to wait this day, but I didn't expect it to come so quickly, which was really a bit off guard!"

The young orc warrior Kentoya stood beside the old orc Zewang, wearing a thick layer of leather armor on his body. His eyes were bright and he looked at the old orc with some confusion and asked curiously: "Grandpa, what are you talking about? I can't understand no matter how hard I hear it?"

Zewang shook his head calmly, but refused to say more: "Kentoya, let Bo Ende tell these things. He understands more than me. I, the old man, don't want to participate in your wars."

Bornde had no hesitation and explained directly to the orc warrior Kentoya: "What are these natives doing? They will take over all the chores in the underground cave in the future. Lord Jijia wants to completely liberate the soldiers. After all, we are better at fighting. Orc warriors and dwarf warriors are born for fighting. Will we always hide in the dark tunnel like mice?"

Now the orc warrior Kentoya's eyes lit up suddenly, and he seemed a little excited and said, "What do you mean is that we can... let go of the battle right away?"

The oil lamp on the stone wall blew a "bang" and a spark exploded, reflecting on the faces of the orcs, and each face looked red...
Chapter completed!