The battle was unsurprisingly. The wolf knight, who stood in the pond, was like a target, fell in the rain of arrows after round. Some of the orcs tried to run away, but fell into the deep puddle without running far away. Then they were dragged directly into the darkness by the terrible thing under the water... they never appeared again.

Twenty-nine soldiers used about five rounds of shooting to shoot all the orcs and wolves in the distance into hedgehogs. However, when no living orcs groaned on the battlefield in front of them, no one of the soldiers dared to go up to check the corpse--because after witnessing the underwater monster swallowing the orcs, they were far less excited about defeating more than forty wolf cavalry.

The scouts, including Sodlor, had the most movement they did at this time to wipe sweat. Not only their foreheads, but their backs were gradually wet with cold sweat, and their legs were trembling even more uncontrollably.

"Car-Carter, gather the horses, don't hang out, we'll wait here...wait for Roddy to come back."

Soderol took several deep breaths before calming his tone of speech. Carter next to him came to his senses and hurriedly called a few scouts to collect the horses. At this time, they looked at the pond and puddle not far away, and their hearts were filled with inexplicable fear, wishing they could hide as far as they could. Obviously, before this, they had no idea that there would be such a terrible monster in the puddle.

"Just win like this...we-I mean, such a result is really."

Ruger next to Soderol looked at everything in front of him, and was extremely emotional. He couldn't tell whether he was excited or something else. Originally, the most thoughts in his heart were revenge and killing. He had good archery skills just now, and he shot through the heads of three orcs, killing and slaughtering, but at this time he didn't feel much excited. He just stagnated for a while and sighed in a low voice: "If I had told me these yesterday, I wouldn't believe it even if I beat me to death..."

His body was a little tired, perhaps more because of his psychological weakness after the disaster. Ruge squatted down and tried to calm his body, which was affected by adrenaline, and he looked at the battlefield in front of him and muttered: "More than 40 orcs, or wolf cavalry, but they all died before they even touched us."

"No one left, just like Roddy said..." Ruger seemed to feel tired of squatting, so he simply sat on the wet grass and took a few breaths. "To be honest, I really admire you. Soderol."

Soderol was looking into the distance with some trance, and heard this, squatted beside Ruger, and asked absent-mindedly: "What do I have to admire?"

"In the morning, Roddy took you on this journey less than three times, right? Now he can write it down exactly. At that time, he didn't say anything, and we only thought that these swamps were just slowing down the orcs. Now it seems that I really thought it was simple - I just thought that if you took a wrong step before, we would probably have the same fate as those orcs."

Ruger slowly breathed a sigh of relief. When Roddy said he wanted to fight back against Cossack Village in the morning, he actually didn't have to agree, but the way Roddy told him finally convinced him. But the plan was the plan, and as a veteran who had experienced the cruel war, he never thought about it. This seemingly simple strategy actually solved the almost unsolvable enemy so simply.

"Rody... is very awesome," Ruger said without compliment in his words at this time, but sighed from the bottom of his heart. "He deliberately did not tell us what was inside, so we can stand here alive now, right? If I knew what was inside in advance, I really couldn't be so calm."

"No, you guessed it wrong."

Soderol shook his head, rubbed his face hard with his hands, and said in a slight voice: "Actually I know."

"kindness?"

Ruger raised his eyebrows, and in the distance, a half-dead wolf moved his body, trying to leave there tentatively. As a result, he was pulled in by a monster who had no idea what it was after walking into the pool. It was still churning waves and some bubbles, and then there was no movement.

Soderol looked at the scene without expression and whispered: "I. Actually, I have always known what is in the water."

Ruger's mouth opened slightly, and his expression showed a little astonishment.

"It was Roddy who told me, and he also told me the consequences of taking the wrong step." As if saying these words could release the pressure he had accumulated in his heart, Sodero then breathed a deep breath, "When I took you away, I was actually more nervous than any of you..."

"I have never been so nervous in my life. I understand. If I take the wrong step, it is probably all of us who die."

Ruge was speechless, not even sure what to say for a moment.

"Rody didn't tell you because he understood that you just need to follow. This is not difficult to do. If you emphasize it three or four times, anyone can do it easily, but if you tell the truth, it will easily lead to problems." Soderol closed his eyes, as if he was trying to escape from a nightmare. "All the pressure is actually with me. He knows very well what this means, but he still does it."

"Rody."

"He is training me." Soderol rubbed his eyebrows, and his tense nerves slowly relaxed, and he seemed weak when he spoke. "I came to Nolan Village to find him just to learn. Why can he kill orcs so easily? What I thought was that he could do it, I could do it. Now, I began to understand where the gap between myself and him is."

Although it was a chat, Ruger knew very well that Soderol's gains in this battle may be more than the combined lieutenant he had been a lieutenant for several years. Thinking of this, he actually had a little curiosity in his heart, and replied: "Where?"

"It's strong inside." Soderol pointed to his chest, "Only when it's strong inside, you can be calm when dealing with these things. In the past, many of us rushed forward, and when something happened, we shirked each other's responsibilities. Those who survived can always find reasons to excuse themselves. If we succeed, the credit seems to be ours, if we fail, the mistakes are ours."

"Thinking of this will always be like a coward."

"But just now, I realized how terrible that feeling of being unable to escape is - you have to be responsible for your failure, there is no way out, no room for compromise, and you can only grit your teeth and rush."

Soderol tugged the corner of his mouth, smiling a little weakly, but he was also very satisfied: "If you hold on like this, you will succeed, and your confidence will be stronger than ever. If you fail, you will have nothing else to say."

When Ruger listened to these words, he nodded without understanding, but could not fully understand what this feeling was. But he was sure that the state of tension was not easily endured by anyone.

"Speaking of this, how did Roddy plan to go there now?"

"I don't know either. He said he would set up a trap and took all the remaining jerky in the team. Perhaps he wanted to lure out the things in the water to deal with the orcs?"

"Then why did he go alone?"

"I asked, and he told me--that place. Only he can survive."

Speaking of this, the two frowned together, and they couldn't feel completely relieved.

"So many plans have been successful, and he must be sure to win." Ruger said to himself.

Soderol didn't say anything. Although he was a little worried, the awe of the two - and even all members of the entire team, seemed to have been deeply rooted in the awe of Roddy.

...

Time went back a few minutes ago.

From the morning decision to start counterattacking the Cossack Village, Roddy has decided on his current strategy - or, in other words, this "optional plan" is fundamentally the "last retreat" he left for himself and the entire team.

It doesn't sound reasonable to rush to level up to the Orc Empire, but the reason why Roddy didn't choose to fight rabbits and wolf hunting on the border grassland like an ordinary player is because he is very clear about the truth contained in the saying "risks always coexist with opportunities."

If he fights monsters and upgrades step by step like a player, Roddy once calculated that he would just kill rabbits or do the tasks provided by the villages, and want to upgrade to level 10. He probably needs to keep fighting until November - this is based on the game time he experienced. But now he doesn't have time to spend so much, so in the rainy season in mid-August, he formulated this bold plan and made the copy of the "Death Swamp" deep in the Naihemian prairie an important core of the entire plan.

Speaking of which, the "Death Swamp" is an extremely special existence in the cracks.

This dungeon will only appear during the rainy season in summer. Once the rainy season passes, the dungeon disappears. In the second year of the server opening, this dungeon was discovered by orc players. The news spread to humans in the same year, so many players began to "open up the land", but the result was quite painful - let alone the boss, even the monsters in the dungeon itself were not seen, the players died over and over again.

The forum was full of scolding and condemning, but Roddy was not very concerned about these things at that time. What he had to do every day was just to browse the news and guides, and then continue to attack the title of "Leather Maker".

At that time, he was a life player, and he had earned tens of thousands of monthly salary with his own hands every month. He had just achieved "stand out" from those life players. He had confidence, but he didn't think much about it. To put it simply, Roddy was like a machine at that time, working day and night to make a living, and striving to achieve the highest efficiency in everything he did.

The three words "technical home" may only bring surprise and envy to others, but for Roddy himself, life seems extremely boring.

However, when he abandoned all this and began to turn to the PVP road, the "Death Swamp" happened to become the original "practice place" of his Ranger's Road - it had been about four years since the server was launched, and this dungeon had been explored thoroughly, so Roddy quickly became familiar with it and began to use it to kill countless batches of NPCs refreshing on the border of the Orc Kingdom, and began a crazy leveling plan.

What kind of puddles have "water monsters", what kind of puddles can be walked, what should you do when facing wolf cavalry, what should you do when facing ordinary orcs, and what should you do when facing situations that cannot be handled? In my memory, these things are the profound imprints left by him when he first came into contact with words such as "killing" and "war", and I can't forget them.

So when the roar of the wolf cavalry behind him came, Roddy only felt that the familiar scenes in his mind instantly overlap with his eyes.

He looked up at the sight. Roddy, who always dominated the rhythm of this war, was the same as what Sodlor had done before. He pulled the reins, leaned his body and started turning. The war horse ran past the edge of the puddle again and again. However, the wolf who slowed down after the "bloodthirst" in the rear was still maintained at the level of chasing Roddy in his sight under the witchcraft cast by Sarota again. Sometimes Roddy could even hear the commands such as "Run along the track" shouting behind him.

After glanced behind him, a strange arc rose slightly. However, this fleeting expression was not captured by Sarota. At this time, he was trying to order the team to move along the traces of Rodi walking. Although the distance was widening, Sarota obviously did not intend to give up chasing.
Chapter completed!