The brave man opened the coffin and rose

The messenger who went out to ask for help, who was also the chief steward of the supply point camp, slowly walked back with his guard team and the help he had requested.

At this moment, the low pressure pressing on him is so great that even humans who don’t understand the expressions of lizard people can feel his sadness.

"That old fellow Paospa is really confused. The boss wanted reinforcements, but he gave us a group of wargs. What's the use of that?"

Wargs are as tall as horses, so they have a larger appetite. Their food must be fresh meat, and they are prone to rebel if there is not enough food.

Overall, it is indeed an excellent mount.

The only problem is that what they want is reinforcements, reinforcements to protect the safety of their own supply points!

Have you ever seen cavalry deployed to guard a city?

The Lizardmen themselves do not have the technology to tame wolves, and all of these wolves are simply controlled by magic.

Maybe we don't have to worry about backlash, but the flexibility and aggressiveness are not lacking at all.

As if to refute him, the wolf under his crotch suddenly howled.

The steward raised his hand and slapped the dog twice, and the "big dog" under his crotch finally calmed down.

"Master Steward, there is a reason for this. I heard that Elder Paospa gave a magic item that can control a warg to the captain of a resource collection team, and then the captain defected to who knows where."

"For the safety of the main camp, the Great Elder had no choice but to take the Warg back and hand it over to us."

"Well, is our camp used to deal with time bombs?"

"We are a supply point after all, so we are unlikely to encounter a large-scale battle. Even if the leader of the resource collection team defected with the resources, it is unlikely that he would run into us with a large army."

The guarding lizardmen around carefully explained to their chief steward.

But they had no idea that Abes, holding the bone flute, was leading his troops, following the wolf's footprints, searching all the way here.

This situation is like a car owner who lost his car keys and sold the car to the next province, but the person who held the keys turned out to be in the next province, and this person just happened to catch a glimpse of the license plate number when crossing the road.

"Besides, the worg is also a dog, with a keen sense of smell and developed vision. Why can't it be used to guard the house..."

"Guarding the house... hehe." The chief steward did not relax because of his subordinates' explanation.

The wolf under his crotch seemed to be disobedient again. Not only did it show its teeth and growl in its throat, it also seemed that it did not want to move forward as he requested, but wanted to change direction.

"I told you not to be disobedient, I told you not to be disobedient!" After holding the dagger in front of the wolf's eyes and hearing it sigh and lower its head, the steward looked at the soldier he was talking to and continued.

"Bringing vicious dogs to guard your house can only be a precautionary measure. Now that you know that there are evil thieves targeting you, are you still just releasing the dogs? In my opinion, maintaining weapons, recruiting bodyguards, and being ready for battle are the best options."

"Why would our camp need the ownership of a group of wargs from you..."

Although he could have used Elder Paospa as a shield, it was ultimately his fault that he failed to complete the mission.

Who made the situation within the Dragon Slaying Tribe so tense now?

Elder Paospa insisted that they provide accurate battle reports, otherwise he was unwilling to send a single soldier.

However, on the other hand, their general had specifically instructed before setting out that no one should know that all the people in one of their divisions had died, and no one had witnessed how large the number of the enemy was.

Precisely because they were all dead, they could not produce any battle reports.

On the first day of being harassed, the two surviving patrols reported that "there was actually only one enemy."

What a joke, can one person wipe out an entire district and prevent them from sending out any information?

There must be an army of hundreds of people!

The butler sighed and stopped thinking about these things.

He tried every possible way to plead for mercy that day, but in the end he only got a group of wolves. This result made him very uneasy.

Well, it’s all because of the tense atmosphere within the tribe!

After all, Elder Paospa was very old and could die at any time, and at this time, he still launched a war against the North.

According to the tribal emergency regulations during wartime, all powers of the tribe should be held by someone at all times, and those who are missing should be replaced immediately.

Because of this, the power of countless positions, big and small, could fall to anyone as long as the person in that position died or disappeared.

At this moment, anyone with a little power must be accompanied by soldiers for protection and support when traveling. Otherwise, if they are controlled by others, there will be no tomorrow.

Moreover, they must also protect their subordinates in important positions under their jurisdiction. Otherwise, if their subordinates die and their competitors take their people over, that would be disastrous.

It is possible that your subordinates may pretend to obey your orders but actually disobey you, making it impossible for you to carry out your policies and completely sideline you.

Therefore, when he traveled as the general manager, the general of his own camp also sent people to follow and protect him.

Thinking of this, the manager of the supply point camp also glanced at the guard troops following him with gratitude.

"If the master hadn't asked me to take you with me, I would have been knocked unconscious and put under house arrest the night I rested in the big tent..."

"However, we needed help, but we also sent a group of people to protect me. Therefore, I was really worried about the camp, so I asked you to hurry back at night. You won't blame me, right?"

"No, the chief steward did this for the general, we understand."

The accompanying soldiers riding on wolves also bowed in response.

It is precisely because of the order from their superiors to march day and night, and because they are riding on mounts, that their speed is much higher than the normal marching speed.

However, they probably could not have imagined that there was a team led by humans, and they had two incentives: they would go hungry tonight if they did not capture the enemy, and they would receive a lot of rewards if they succeeded.

Coupled with the group effect of the sprint tactics, the entire marching speed was actually faster than theirs.

The two teams were also approaching rapidly after Abes discovered the wolf's footprints.

Finally, the wolf under his crotch howled again for warning, and suddenly led the team to turn a corner and look in the direction behind them.

The steward and the guards around him realized something only later.

"There are enemies! There are enemies!"

On the far side of the horizon, a group of shadows could be vaguely seen.

Due to various factors, Abe's army was running across the wilderness at an extremely high speed.

In the hand of Abes, who was running in the front, there was a bone flute. The faint magical fluorescence on it was getting brighter as it got closer to the wolf.

"I said, there's no way the magic props given in the plot won't be used!"

"Mount system, your brave grandpa is here!"