the next day.

The sky in the east was slightly white, and Horn came to the gate of Lujiao Town. At this time, the gate of the town was very lively, and adventurers gathered together in groups to discuss today's battle.

In the open space not far from the gate of the town, troops are gathering.

According to the agreement, when the sun rises today, the army will embark on a journey, and adventurers must abide by employment contracts to assist the army in fighting the ogres.

Horn found his teammate in the crowd, said hello and returned to the team.

Today, the captain of the barbarian did not come. The fragile weakness troubled the warrior. After last night's discussion, he decided to withdraw from the battle, while the remaining people wanted to follow the army to fight Qiufeng.

Horn observed the surroundings and his strength was still very strong.

A regular army of one thousand people is the absolute main force of this war, and in addition to that, there are one or two hundred adventurers who assist in the battle.

Even if it is a foil, the adventurers are not weak. The weakest among them are the first-level professionals, the second-level is the backbone, and there are about ten of them, and there are also level three and fourth-levels.

The army is mostly ordinary veterans, while the rest are elites composed of professionals.

Horn looked to the front of the army, and there was an elite square formation composed of fifty people at the front of the army. The average height of this special square formation members was one head taller than that of ordinary soldiers, and they were all big men with round arms and thick waists, and they were carrying a tower shield like a door-wall on their backs.

They are the main force to block the ogre charge. These carefully selected warriors have undergone special training and are proficient in leveraging, controlling, and joint attack techniques. In cooperation with the special tower shield in their hands, they are enough to stop the big men's charge.

The special square formation is backward with ordinary soldiers carrying three-piece sets of spears, short swords and shields. Their power is not worth mentioning to ogres, but they can also play a significant role with their number advantage.

At the end were archers carrying military longbows. They were wearing leather armor and the quiver behind them was full of arrows.

Among the archers, there were crossbows that made Horn unable to help but be amazed. These crossbows were as big as cars. The metal chassis was carved with a magic array that reduced weight, and four wheels were installed to facilitate pushing and walking.

There are some long strips of objects wrapped in gray cloth on the bed crossbow, which I think are crossbow arrows.

In addition to these in front of us, there was also a sect team of 20 people and a scout team that had explored the way.

It is worth mentioning that at this time, there were only Horn in the Bear Tooth Adventure Squad, two hunters and three warriors. The thieves were summoned to join the scouts team, and they had already explored the way forward.

The sun emerged from the east horizon, and thousands of golden lights shone on the snow-covered earth, and Horn felt a little warmth.

Woo woo woo woo ~.

The horn of the ox to set out on the expedition rang, and the adventurers were shocked and advanced to the forest first.

The army is the main force in fighting ogres, and you must try your best to preserve your physical strength. The small troubles on the road are the mission of adventurers.

Since I just cleaned it up yesterday, the probability of everyone meeting extraordinary beasts is very small. Even if they encounter them, extraordinary beasts will not dare to attack the large army of more than 100 people. Therefore, it is enough for everyone to only beware of the sneak attacks from the ogre tribe.

In the protection of his companions, Horn walks in the forest.

Due to the absence of the Barbarian Captain, everyone did not seek merit but did not make any mistakes in this action, so they walked in the middle of the team.

Suddenly, a noise came from the front of the team.

Soon, news came that the scout team ahead was ambushed by a large group of werewolfs and many people died.

The atmosphere suddenly became much more serious. The adventurers accelerated their progress without saying anything and accelerated to the attack site.

Horn smelled a bloody smell and frowned as he watched the zombies and human corpses scattered among the snow.

I hope the thief is fine.

The adventurers checked the bodies and heard a cry of sorrow from time to time.

Unfortunately, everyone also found the thief's body. He hugged an elite zombie who was one size larger than an ordinary zombie. The dagger cut the zombie's throat, and the zombie's sharp blade also pierced the thief's heart.

Everyone gritted their teeth and looked at their companions' bodies, sadness and anger spread throughout the team.

Horn also felt sad. Although he had not been in the team for a long time, he had experienced several crises together, and these were all companions who could be delivered to his back.

But sadness was useless. He looked behind him and found that the regular army was still a bit far away and still had some time.

"Everyone, bury it, we cannot let the beasts ruin the warrior's corpse."

Everyone nodded when they heard this. The bodies that died during the march were often gathered together and lit them with a fire, but everyone did not want to have a grave after their companions died.

Everyone picked up the weapons scattered in the forest and stabbed them into the ground, as if they were stabbing the enemy's heart. Seeing this, other adventurers also began to dig pits to bury their companions' bodies.

The professional is very physically strong. In just ten minutes, he dug a pit more than one meter deep, put the thief's body into the pit, and cut off the zombie's head and dagger as a burial object and covered it with soil.

Finally, a stone was placed on the floating soil, and an unknown tomb was finished.

This is the fate of adventurers - new tombs in the wilderness, and even dead bones in the forest, no one knows or pays homage to them.

But it is these nameless dead bones that stack together to build the foundation of civilization.

Everyone prayed around the grave for a moment, and quickly chased the large army ahead.

Perhaps the werewolf had found a lot of information, which made the ogre tribe realize the gap in strength and gave up the blocking, and everyone did not encounter any obstacles along the way.

Horn saw the ogre tribe in the distance, which was a mountain with cut down trees. Thick logs were nailed into the ground to form a circle. This was the tribe's wall. Outside the wall was a large area of ​​simple shacks, with zombies, bonkers, and goblins passing through the shacks.

Based on the number of shacks, Horn roughly estimated that this ogre tribe enslaved thousands of ordinary monsters.

Thousands of monsters look quite scary, but in fact they are paper tigers, and they can only fight with the wind. Once the ogre falls, the thousands of monsters will scatter.

Due to the high terrain of the ogre tribe, everyone could not see the inside, but this could not defeat the magic master.

Hawkeye!

Horn's perspective suddenly rose and saw the scene inside the wall - rough animal-skinned tents were scattered inside the wall, and piles of bones were piled on the open space between the tents.

At this time, nearly a hundred ogres were gathering in the center of the tribe. They were surrounded by an old ogre with wrinkled skin. The old ogre was holding a sheep-headed staff in his hand, and a human skull decoration was hung on it.

Sensing the peeping gaze, the old ogre raised his head and stared at the Hawkeye position in the sky, and his cracked mouth moved.

Horn felt a stinging pain in his eyes and the Hawkeye technique was broken!

Just one syllable!

This is an advanced caster!
Chapter completed!