The dwarf's words caused a burst of tension in everyone.

Since setting off from the Blood Cow Tribe, I only encountered a few dogs and minks, and they ran away immediately when they saw a large number of people. I really haven't encountered any large predators.

The cold weather couldn't stop Matthew's palms from sweating.

He shook the matchlock in his hand tightly.

He cheered himself up and said: "Haha, dwarf, you are joking. At this time, the large animals have not woken up from hibernation! We have not seen any beasts on the way from the extreme north to the blood cattle tribe." .”

"Haven't seen it?" The dwarf turned around and gave him a meaningful look, "Then you are very lucky."

While speaking, there was another sound of a bird flapping its wings from a distance.

Can't these idiots make the noise a little smaller? The dwarf cursed those orcs in his heart.

"Light the match! Be able to shoot it anytime."

Stanford called to Matthew and the other Musketeers.

These people took out their fire sickles and knocked them together.

The dwarf Imar was very puzzled: "What are you doing? Are you making fire to scare the beast?"

Then he sneered and said: "Hahaha, it can be regarded as a method."

He pointed forward and said, "We will be entering the mountain soon."

Sure enough, everyone felt that the terrain along the way began to rise slowly, the trees began to become sparse, and the field of vision became wider.

"Are we about to climb Rocky Mountain?"

Stanford was a little excited, and kept looking at the surrounding scenery. They were probably the first people in the Northwest Bay to visit the mountain in recent hundreds of years, though from the north.

"That's it! This is a road up the mountain, but you have to climb several hills to reach its main part."

The dwarf sat down on the ground.

"I said human beings. I think the team should take a break and eat some dry food. It will be very tiring to climb the mountain later."

"Okay! I also think it's time to rest. Matthew, tell the brothers to rest for a while and replenish their strength."

"Yes, Captain!"

The dwarf crossed his legs, took out the kettle and poured it into his mouth for a while. Then two eyes fixed on the dense forest in the north, as if waiting for something.

He caught a glimpse of Stanford beside him taking out a cylindrical object with a thick end and a thin end, with crystal lenses inlaid on both ends.

The human puts the thin end of the tube against the eyes, and the thick end faces forward.

The dwarf was curious again.

Stanford looked around with his binoculars. However, when he turned the lens barrel towards the dense forest in the direction he came from, his face suddenly changed drastically.

"Warning! Someone is approaching us!"

The captain's words were like a thunderbolt, and the members of the exploration team who were resting stood up one after another, and took out their weapons and looked around cautiously.

Stanford pointed to the higher ground to the south, and ordered loudly: "There, let's go behind that **** and take precautions."

Emaar frowned and said, "You shouldn't make such a fuss, maybe it's just a passing traveler." He thought to himself, "Damn, is human eyesight so good?"

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"It's fine in other places, but I remember you said that orcs will not enter the mountain. I clearly saw a lot of orcs poking their heads there. They must be worried and kind." Stanford pointed to the dense forest in the direction when he came.

"Ah... ah... that's right." Emaar replied evasively.

"Go! Come with us and get ready, you, the guide, can't make any mistakes."

"Hey!"

Without any explanation, Stanford grabbed Emaar's hand and dragged the dwarf behind the slope.

The place he chose was located in a long shallow depression on the mountain. They could completely hide their bodies by lying on the inner **** on the north side of the depression. The small soil **** on the north side of the depression was like a natural low wall to provide them with It has a good defense, and is condescending, with good vision.

The team members squatted or lay on the inner **** of the depression. Looking from under the mountain, they only showed their heads and necks.

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"Oh! Hell! They've spotted us."

Gunther, the son of the chief of the Blood Bull tribe hidden in the dense forest, slapped his head.

"I told you to keep quiet."

He kicked one of the orcs next to him so hard that it grinned in pain.

"Oh! They stopped, hahaha, human beings, you are looking for your own death! Although it is a little earlier, it doesn't matter if you cook here, and the way home is closer. Warriors, pick up the guys and rush Go up and tear them apart! Not a single one will be left alive."

Gunther swung his casserole-sized fist hard, brandished a big stick full of spikes, and rushed out of the dense forest and rushed towards the target.

"One...two...three..."

Stanford held up his binoculars and silently counted the number of uninvited guests. Eventually, 50 orcs burst out of the jungle.

Judging from their posture, he had no doubt that this group of long-haired guys came with malice.

The orc team stopped a hundred meters away from them, and then one of them continued on, walked about 50 meters away from them and shouted: "Put down all your belongings including weapons, and we will let you go."

After understanding this sentence, Stanford pointed his **** at the other party from a distance, and shouted: "Get out of here!"

The human's reply angered Gunther, such a thin and outnumbered human dared to provoke him.

He didn't hesitate anymore, brandishing his big stick, he led the warriors to charge up the hillside.

"You will pay for your stupidity!"

He yelled as he ran, targeting the human with the middle finger.

The dwarf Imar lay on the ground calmly, and he planned to make a move after the humans and the orcs fought together. Now showing his feet may be killed by humans.

The orc stabbed within a hundred meters of the human.

Yimaar could only hear a sudden roaring sound in his ears, and immediately after the roaring sound, the orc who rushed to the front fell to the ground with a plop, and then rolled down the hillside.

Before he had time to think about why that orc would fall down~lightnovelpub.net~ He had never heard such a sound, and he subconsciously turned his head to look for the source of the sound, but he only saw the lingering smoke.

Then there was a second sound, and this time the dwarf finally saw it clearly. The sound came from the long object held by the human. Specifically, it seemed to be a long iron pipe inlaid on the wooden support.

Accompanied by the sound, a violent flame was ejected from the mouth of the iron pipe, and then a large cloud of smoke gushed out.

And another orc warrior fell down, life and death unknown.

The orc's casualties were definitely caused by that thing, and the dwarf's mind instantly connected them.

But... how did you do it?

Emaar has always been very confident in his eyesight and reaction speed. He even used a small round shield to block all the stones thrown by his cousin with all his strength.

But he didn't see a single crossbow bolt or anything from the human side to the orc.

What is the origin of these humans?