Chapter 404 403. Surrender
After the Winged Scouts repeatedly confirmed that there were no demon spies in the surrounding area, a team of a hundred people quietly left Jingu City.
This team was led by Angela and Baron Morton. It was mixed with orcs who were good at reconnaissance, such as the Puji Division and the Winged People. This was almost the limit of the defensive force that could be allocated to Jingu City, which was already limited.
Everyone prayed that the team would return safely.
All the Pujis in the team have tentacles and magic storage capabilities.
The former is needed to transport things, and the latter is because this is an action to escape from the fungal blanket. Without [magic storage], Puji will starve to death on the way.
Fortunately, although Puji's skills are not fixed, these two characteristics are relatively common types, so there will be no situation where we cannot form a team.
The distance at which Master Puji can command Puji is about three hundred meters. Beyond this range, Puji will become slow to react or simply fail to receive commands.
Therefore, these chubby creatures are now trotting on both sides of the team, following their respective masters closely.
During the march, a Puji division couldn't help but patted his colleague on the shoulder and said, "Your Puji has sneaked into my team. My formation is in disarray. Get it under control."
Without even turning around, the Puji Master in front of him responded impatiently, "Mine are all on the right, those are other people's. Besides, what's the problem with mixing them together? If we meet the enemy, won't we just rush forward in a swarm?"
"No... I feel uncomfortable watching the formation being so messed up."
While they were talking, the unidentified Puji quietly fell behind by a few steps and merged into the group of Pujis at the back.
Watching the Puji disappear in the team, the Puji master who raised the objection ordered his Puji to rearrange themselves and nodded with satisfaction.
Tsk.
How annoying, this kind of sensitive puff master.
This Puji was naturally controlled by Lin Jun using [Follower Control].
There is nothing special about Puji itself. At most, its self-destruction power is slightly greater than that of other Puji. It is mainly used as a camera to follow and observe.
It has to be said that the value of the orc soldiers was fully demonstrated in this small-scale reconnaissance operation.
Not to mention the advantages of the Winged People's aerial reconnaissance. After only half a day of walking, a Winged People had already flown to Warrior Cape Bay in advance and brought back the intelligence from there.
Just as Baron Morton said, the place had fallen. The winged people who were conducting reconnaissance flew around but did not see any living people. There was only a charred ruin and corpses all over the ground.
Fortunately, no trace of demons was found. Apparently, the demons left after looting everything.
Apart from the Winged People, most of the other orcs on the ground are experienced hunters who can analyze various traces found nearby. Even the ratmen, who are generally recognized as the most useless, are at least good at sensing vibrations and can detect the presence of cavalry and the like in advance.
Despite this, Angela's heart was still hanging in the air.
They are now playing a dangerous game of hide and seek, trying to steal needed resources from the predator's territory.
If this team of 100 people were discovered by any demon army, they would face the fate of being annihilated.
By that time, I guess only the Winged People would have a small chance of flying back.
Fortunately, they did not encounter any accidents until sunset.
When the last ray of afterglow disappeared in the sky, the team successfully arrived at Warrior Cape Bay.
This once thriving small port town is now just a ruin.
In those burned houses, even the sparks had long been extinguished.
In the cold night wind, only the chewing sounds of monsters gnawing on corpses echoed among the ruins.
With no time to rest, the team used the moonlight to start chasing away the feasting beasts and taking away their dinner.
No one lit torches or used lighting spells, as that would be tantamount to telling the demons they were there.
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While his men were collecting "supplies", Baron Morton stood alone beside a broken wall, stroking an exquisite pendant engraved with his family's coat of arms.
As Angela passed by, she heard Baron Morton whispering to the pendant: "My little Lucia..."
"Lord Morton, this is..." Although both of them are at the diamond level, it is obvious that the baron's status is higher.
Facing Angela's curiosity, Morton didn't hide anything. "The Malron Gem is also called the Bloodline Gem. When worn by two close relatives, they can sense each other's direction within a wide range. The other one is with my daughter."
"Your daughter..."
After a brief silence, Angela whispered encouragement: "The demons have taken too much, but as long as we keep fighting, there is still hope."
"It's not just the demons," Morton laughed bitterly. "Commander Angela, do you know that it took me a full forty years to go from being a mere knight's squire to acquiring that small, not-so-rich territory, and finally to have the time to build a family and raise a daughter..."
"Last year, when the border was in crisis, I donated 70% of my territory's food reserves. This spring, I personally sent 300 strong men off to join the army. I thought this would protect my land and my family!"
He suddenly turned to Angela, his eyes flashing with anger. "What's the result? They didn't even give us a warning when the army retreated! They're using our lives to buy them a last bit of time!"
Angela could understand Baron Morton's feelings, as their Jingu City was also one of those who were abandoned.
But she could also understand the above decision. It was normal to sacrifice a small part from time to time for the sake of more people in the group.
Not to mention the United Kingdom, even their orc tribe is the same.
Those who were arranged to join the war were originally the ones to be sacrificed.
The only difference between her and Baron Morton is that she has family in the tribe and her sacrifice is voluntary, while Baron Morton is obviously not so voluntary.
However, although she understood, she felt that Morton was a little too excited, and the most important thing now was to complete the task.
Just as Angela was about to persuade them, a soldier came over with a ragged human: "Sir, we found a survivor, but he said he came from somewhere else and is not a local."
The man came over and immediately knelt on the ground. It was not Angela who knelt, but Morton: "Baron! Thank the gods, you are still alive! Those who escaped said that you were killed by the demons in order to cover the retreat of your subjects..."
The visitor seemed very excited, and it was obvious that he was genuinely happy that Baron Morton was still alive.
Looking at the man kneeling on the ground, Morton sighed deeply: "I wish I had died in battle at that time..."
The next moment, the blade was unsheathed. Angela retreated quickly based on her instinct from years of fighting, but the sharp blade still grazed her right shoulder.
"You..." Blood flowed down the gaps between her fingers. Angela covered the wound and asked, "Why is this happening?"
Morton's face twisted for a moment.
"He was wrong," he said in a dry voice. "I wasn't trying to protect the people's retreat... I was trying to protect my family, and... I failed. So, I chose another path!"
As if to confirm his words, dozens of torches lit up in the darkness around them, heavy footsteps came from all directions, and a group of pigmen soldiers wearing rough iron armor and with exposed fangs rushed out like a tide and surrounded them.
Morton took the opportunity to retreat quickly and stood next to the leader who was taller and more burly than the other pigmen.
"Dad!" A crying cry was heard, and a young girl was roughly pushed into Morton's arms.
The girl had a gem pendant around her neck that was exactly the same as Morton's. She clutched her father's clothes tightly and sobbed softly.
The pigman leader snorted with satisfaction, and a fishy breath was sprayed into the air.
"Not bad!" He patted Morton's shoulder with his thick fingers. "That's it. Keep showing your worth, and I'll make sure you and your daughter live comfortably in my territory."
He turned to the besieged crowd, his fanged mouth wide open: "The same goes for you! Lay down your weapons, kneel down and surrender, and you will live!"
Angela endured the severe pain in her shoulder and slowly stood up. She looked at Morton, who was hugging her daughter tightly, not daring to look her in the eye, and sneered, "How ironic, Baron. Just now you were denouncing the kingdom for sacrificing you, and now you choose to sacrifice us in exchange for your daughter's life."
She sniffed sharply, raised her sword steadily with both hands, and pointed the tip of the sword directly at the pig leader: "Surrender or something... You fat pigs are really stinking, I can't stand it!" (This paragraph is slow to write, the next chapter will be posted at midnight, read it tomorrow morning)
(End of this chapter)
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