Chapter 970: A Sudden Crisis As the name suggests, the Boar's Tail Bay is surrounded by towering cliffs, and you can see snow and ice everywhere that have not yet melted.
The cliffs, which are hundreds of meters high, stretch to the left and right, and the endless seems to have no end in sight.
Only a small bay in the middle of the cliff, extending like a wild boar's tail curling, and following this bay for dozens of miles, there is a gently sloping wilderness where boats can moor and enter the Odin Ice Field.
The western continent has entered early summer, but the storm blowing from the core of the Odin ice field is still cold and biting, so the edge of the Odin ice field, the gray-brown desert can be seen everywhere white snow.
Yellow-green moss and some small shrubs with extremely tough vitality grow tenaciously, and large herds of yellow sheep, bunchbucks, reindeer and other ice creatures haunt here, bringing some vitality to the barren land.
A rudimentary, pigsty-like building is piled crookedly at the exit of the boar's tail bay.
It was a fence made of mud, stones, weeds, and branches, about half a man high, and several cellars were dug in a mess, and some roofs of unknown material were covered with them, barely making a nest for human habitation.
More than two dozen pig-headed people were lying lazily in the mud, humming and chirping at the sky, quietly waiting for the arrival of the meal.
Covered in tattered leather armor and rusty weapons scattered in the distance, these guys were more of a group of refugees than soldiers.
But after all, they are pure-blooded orcs, and their combat power is actually superior to ordinary human warriors.
Fat-headed, big-eared and sturdy pig-headed people, even though they are famous for being lazy and dirty, but the crazy pig-headed people can easily fight against about two human warriors when fighting head-on.
Only one tent in the dilapidated camp was still shiny, and a red pig-headed man with blood-colored skin sat lazily in the tent, smiling and carefully counting the copper and a few silver coins in his hand.
Scarlet pig-headed man.
This is a mid-level nobleman in the pig-headed tribe, and his skin color indicates that he has the blood of the royal pig-headed people.
Looking at the dim magic lines under his skin, and the fact that he is not much different from ordinary humans, just a pair of ears with particularly fat faces, you can judge that his royal bloodline is not weak.
"Those humans are right," the blood-colored pig-headed man muttered in a low voice, "Eat empty salary, come to the money quickly hahaha" This camp was supposed to be garrisoned by 200 pig-headed men as standard to prevent the intrusion of the Gallic Empire from invading the Odin Ice Field from the bay of Boar's Tail.
But the Scarlet Pig-headed Man had come across a group of human merchants from nowhere.
They taught this originally honest and straightforward pig-headed man some tricks to steal and play tricks.
This pig-headed man's IQ is not weak, and he quickly learned these means.
The standard number of two hundred warriors was reduced to fifty by him, and all the expenses of the other one hundred and fifty were included in his own pocket.
The alien races of the Five Dalians and the Odin Ice Sheet do not have a strict state system.
They are completely in the state of a tribal union.
The loose management method made this scarlet pig-headed man very comfortable eating empty salary for more than half a year, and made a lot of money enough to make him a rich man in the tribe.
Humming happily.
Stuffing the silver coins and brazes he had just set aside into a fur pocket under the bed, the blood-colored pig-headed man lazily walked out of the tent and roared at his subordinates who were lying on the ground waiting for their meal.
The fat-headed, big-eared pig-headed soldiers stood up lazily, dragged their weapons, and lazily divided into three small detachments of less than ten people, yawning leisurely towards the bay of the boar's tail.
Daily patrols, this kind of thing is too difficult for lazy pig-headed people.
The pig-headed people yawned vigorously, and several pig-headed people with mixed blood simply turned into wild boars with four hooves on the ground, and walked lazily in the direction of the bay.
The blood-colored pig-headed man walked around the camp proudly.
After asserting his authority to the fullest, he yawned and lay down where his subordinates had dozed off just now, and closed his eyes lazily.
In this sunny afternoon, squint and take a nap, quietly waiting for the arrival of the meal, this kind of day...
This is the fucking life that a pig-headed man should have While the pig-headed men of this humble camp were out on patrol, three troop transports under Enzo's command had quietly invaded the bay of Boar Tail.
This bay is tens of miles long.
Only about three miles wide, the three troop transports cautiously plunged deep into the bay and placed Enzo and his more than 300 soldiers on the table in a place large enough for a thousand men to land.
Removing the ordnance from the troop carrier, Enzo directed the soldiers to find a difficult hill near the landing site.
Start building a base for receiving advances here.
A large number of bows and arrows were stored here, and Enzo used two earth-type magic scrolls sent by the Gavuls.
With the low roar of the earth, two solid stone walls gradually rose from the ground, guarding the small camp.
The soldiers scattered in all directions, cutting down a large number of branches and carefully picking off large patches of moss, which they used to cover the camp and the three troop carriers.
Basically, unless an elite scout is watching closely, it is impossible to see anything unusual in this corner from a distance.
Leaving dozens of warriors to guard the troop carrier and the small pick-up camp, Enzo led nearly three hundred warriors, along with Vic and the Seven Musketeers in Blood, and carefully ascended the gentle slope.
The wilderness where Boar's Tail Bay is located is the most inhospitable site in the entire Odin Ice Field.
On weekdays, there are people of different races guarding here, but generally speaking, there are not many defenders here.
Moreover, the aliens who were sent here to guard were definitely cannon fodder characters on the battlefield, and to Enzo, these guards were not a big threat.
But this time, they were tasked with going deep into the Odin Ice Field, and even asked them to capture a wizard from the Odin Temple to torture military intelligence.
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This kind of task is almost a mortal end, although Enzo has the heart to grind foreign work, but how can he pretend to be around here for a while.
"So, Vic, take the scout to the front.
We'd better not alarm those aliens this time.
Enzo gave the order in a low voice.
Vic nodded, he selected a dozen scouts dressed in soft tight leather armor, wearing short knives, hard crossbows, and short arrows, and rushed out like a puff of green smoke, carefully spreading out into an arc of moon arrays and searching forward.
The group had marched forward for two miles, and Vic suddenly clenched his fists far behind him, making a gesture for everyone to stop.
Enzo immediately stopped the warriors, and the warriors who had accompanied Enzo countless times on the battlefield quickly found the boulder that hid him and hid himself in the shadow of the boulder.
A scout scurried back, carefully reporting the information ahead.
Twenty-six pig-headed men were dozing behind a leeward dirt bag, and eight of them had even reverted to their animal form.
Their appearance, and their presence so close to the bay of Boar's Tail, proves that they should be the alien sentinels in charge of patrolling this area.
But...
"Pig-headed man" Enzo crooked his mouth: "Well, whatever the pig-headed man does is acceptable.
Avoid them, and let us not disturb their restful sleep.
From here, we head straight to the Black Snake Valley.
It's not bad over there, and we can mess around there for a few more days. ” Squinting his eyes, Enzo hadn't figured out how to complete this mission for the time being, but he wouldn't take his warriors to death in vain.
Where is it so easy for a wizard to capture an Odin Temple, he is convinced that the message from Gavu is that Lin Qi has returned to the Western Continent, so Lin Qi will definitely not leave his brothers alone.
Maybe as long as he persists for a while, a lot of things will change.
The team of three hundred people avoided the pig-headed men who were patrolling the sentry far away, formed a straggler line, and quickly marched towards the Black Snake Valley a hundred miles away.
It was a barren valley with extremely complex terrain that no one would approach on a normal day.
A non-venomous but useless black snake is abundant there, and during his stay there, Enzo can have people hunt the black snake for food, and can leave the rations carried by the party in case of emergency.
A huge purple thunder albatross flew slowly from the sky.
This giant demon bird with a wingspan of more than fifty meters is a sacred relic of the Odin Ice Field, and is a totem worshiped by many alien races.
They wield the power of thunder and wind, and they have been flying high in the sky from birth until death, and they are extremely powerful and proud of magical birds.
But today, the eyes of this purple thunder albatross shimmered with wisdom, and it overlooked the whereabouts of Enzo and the others from a height of 10,000 meters above the ground, and through some wonderful soul connection, everything it saw was displayed in a tent in the distance.
More than 3,000 elite orc wolf cavalry surrounded this tent, and inside the tent, a royal werewolf with a dark complexion and only ears roughly in the shape of wolf ears sat proudly on a big chair, coldly watching the movements of Enzo and the others in a water mirror in front of him.
"Black Snake Valley, that's a great place to kill" The royal werewolf glanced at a fat-headed, big-eared human merchant standing in the corner of the tent.
"Kill these people, you are really willing to give me a thousand catties of tea bricks, you can't lie to people" The fat merchant nodded with a smile, and he casually took out a tea brick that exuded a rich aroma and threw it to the royal werewolf.
Very inferior tea bricks, in the Oriental Continent, about ten copper pounds; In the Western Continent, this kind of tea brick is only two or three silver coins a catty.
But in the Odin Icefield, the value of this tea brick is comparable to that of equal weight of gold.
The royal werewolf smiled with satisfaction
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