Chapter 1 No Accidents on the Return Journey

The return journey was uneventful, though many eyes were filled with unconcealed envy and jealousy at the sight of the five massive wooden-wheeled carts.

Putting aside the delighted wrench, the ten-odd earth elementals pushing the carts were enough to dissuade ninety-nine percent of those with designs. When they saw Reef's shield, they knew that the team's most likely weakness had been shored up, and could only give up any untoward thoughts and watch them depart.

Strictly speaking, the earth elementals summoned by Kurutguo were somewhat of a cheat. These elementals were fine for pulling carts like livestock, but once in battle, they would prove to be surprisingly fragile despite their reputation for being tough and durable. A single grenade could scatter them, much like the difference between an ordinary riding horse and a warhorse.

At this time, the strong Orc officer in charge of statistics, Sithko Dog-Ear, was nowhere to be seen. Instead, there was a fellow with fangs protruding from his lips and skin as rough as bark, with clearly defined scales, obviously possessing crocodile/monitor lizard genes. One had to admire his half-orc father for having such unconventional tastes, so consumed by lust that he wouldn't even spare a female crocodile.

Fang Senyan and his party were worried that this guy wouldn't be able to count, and would make some kind of one-plus-one-equals-one blunder, but contrary to the crocodile-man's seemingly clumsy and stupid appearance, his calculation efficiency was astonishing. He quickly sorted out the timber and stone materials Fang Senyan's group had brought back, and generously calculated a hundred and sixty contribution points for them.

But at this moment, Fang Senyan suddenly spoke:

"What is this general called?"

"I am Keite Monitor Lizard, you can also call me Lord Lizard." The fellow said straightforwardly, a foul stench and white foam emanating from his serrated mouth when he spoke. Most people would rather take ten cuts than be bitten by him.

"Lord Lizard, we are only willing to sell one cart of wood and stone. The rest we must keep to build a camp for ourselves." Fang Senyan suddenly changed his tune. "The enemy's attacks are too fierce. I don't know what they are using, but if we don't have anything to hide behind, we can't sleep soundly at night."

Lord Lizard Keite flicked his slender, scarlet tongue, hissing softly:

"You must think carefully. I have already given you ten extra contribution points. If that damned dog were here, just because you dared to kill its relatives, these six carts of wood and stone would be reduced to less than a hundred and thirty contribution points."

Fang Senyan said decisively:

"I have thought it over very carefully, thank you for the lord's reminder."

So, after all their hard work, Fang Senyan and his team only got twenty-five contribution points, with five full carts of stones and timber remaining. As soon as he left, Zi couldn't help but ask:

"Are you so pessimistic about the quarry? After all, there are five hundred guards there. Combined with our people who went to mine at night, that is definitely a considerable force. You are obviously keeping five carts of stone and wood now to hoard and profit from them, but I see piles of stones and wood in the storage yard behind us. If the valley can operate smoothly, maybe what we left behind tomorrow will be useless."

Although Zi's words were sharp, they made a lot of sense. Fang Senyan smiled and said:

"Your last sentence is impossible to realize. This battle is bound to be a protracted war, and it is absolutely impossible to be a quick victory. As the siege progresses, the consumption of wood and stone will definitely not be saturated. This is a battle that determines the fate of the continent! Even if the valley is defended in the end, we can definitely sell it if we hold it in our hands for a few more days."

While saying this, the group arrived at the assigned camp, skinned, deboned, and chopped up the few blue giant wolves, and threw them into a large pot to stew. Because plenty of spices were used and the blood was removed, all that came out was a rich meat aroma.

Although the wolf skins and offal had been eaten clean by the nearby half-orc slaves and half-orc laborers, the sound of their chewing was like that of evil ghosts. But at this time, they smelled the aroma and gathered around, the light in their eyes as green as those of hungry wolves.

These orc laborers and slaves were quite easy to use and did their best to fulfill Fang Senyan's requests. Furthermore, Sauron didn't value these weaklings at all, so as long as they were fed, temporary workers could become long-term workers. Moreover, befriending a group of local snakes was also very good for gathering information, and the key was that the price was just feeding them.

There were quite a few guys with Fang Senyan's idea. Judging from the faint guitar sounds coming from a distance, there were even contractors who provided them with spiritual food. Even the half-orcs on their side were craning their necks to listen, showing that every contractor had their own unique skills.

After stopping the drooling half-orcs from secretly reaching into the pot for the nth time, Fang Senyan finally nodded.

The half-orcs swarmed forward. Fortunately, Fang Senyan had considered the current state of these guys, so he didn't make any barbecue, but directly stewed meat broth.

Probably because they were from different planes, all the food brought by the contractors could be eaten by the half-orcs. They could taste the flavor and eat it, but they would never be full. To feed them, one could only use food from this plane.

So, even though Fang Senyan and his team threw a lot of canned food to these half-orcs, they became more and more hungry the more they ate. To be honest, these giant blue wolves were a great help. After skinning, bleeding, and deboning, they contributed at least seven or eight hundred pounds of fresh beast meat, then mixed with an equal weight of water, and then sprinkled with fifty or sixty pounds of something called "lumpy noodles" by the half-orcs. Even after cooking, there was still fifteen or sixteen hundred pounds, and each half-orc laborer and slave could get an average of seventy or eighty pounds.

Even if these barbarians had an amazing appetite, this meat broth could easily fill their bellies, and even provide enough food for tomorrow. Seeing one barbaric half-orc after another belching contentedly and lying on their backs, snoring like thunder after a short while, Fang Senyan was finally relieved. This meant that these guys would continue to be hired by him for at least one more day.

At this moment, Sanzi suddenly stood up, his face somewhat uncertain, and turned to look in the direction of the valley. Then he saw Kurutguo suddenly趴 (pa - lie prone) on the ground. With the two-headed ogre's ability to sense the earth, to do this step showed it was quite careful.

"The battle has begun." Sanzi said with certainty: "And the scale is very large, definitely not a spur-of-the-moment thing."

Fang Senyan pondered for a while, and slowly said:

"It's definitely not an official action. There are many contractors in Minas Tirith now, and the real official forces are stretched thin. To fight against five hundred well-trained Orc soldiers who also occupy a favorable terrain is something that a few contractors can never do…"

Speaking here, Fang Senyan's tone suddenly changed, and he asked Reef:

"Do you think it is possible that someone foresaw that the Rossanach Valley would become a key defense point before entering this world, and then conducted targeted attack and defense exercises?"

"That's impossible, right? The battlefield is not finalized until the end…." Reef said hesitantly.

"But three alternatives were given before!" Fang Senyan took a deep breath and said: "The map of Middle-earth is easy to find, and then the terrain of the three places can be analyzed and compared in detail to create relevant contingency plans. According to the characteristics of the Lord of the Rings war, where are the places that must be attacked and defended, and which are the strategic locations that cannot be ignored, and then conduct targeted exercises one by one!"

"This... how could this be possible?" Ronnie said in amazement.

"Our small-scale team can't do it, but it doesn't mean that large-scale teams can't do it. Besides, the battle we are experiencing this time is particularly special, it is a national war! When the nest is overturned, no egg remains intact. If the space they are attached to is weakened, will the lives of the affiliated contractors be better?" Fang Senyan pondered:

"This time, my thinking has entered a blind spot. Fortunately, I didn't plunge into that trap after all."

However, the camp quickly became noisy, and before long, someone was heard shouting:

"The Blue Light team has gone to reinforce! Should we go!"

At this time, a faint light flashed in Fang Senyan's eyes. Going now would be beneficial to the overall situation. If the ace team participates, at least five or six people on the other side would die, and Noah Space C's chances of winning would also increase by a fraction of a percentage point. But for the ace team, it would be very unfavorable. If the Blue Light team succeeds, their prestige will definitely increase greatly. What if they dispatch the ace team to the most dangerous and least beneficial front line? Should they go or not?

Going would obviously be a huge loss, and not going would ruin their reputation among their companions. Fang Senyan didn't want either of these results.

So, Fang Senyan waved his hand decisively:

"Everyone go to sleep, don't go. I believe the powerful Blue Light team can definitely handle this matter."

While saying this, Fang Senyan was sneering in his heart: If the enemy had planned for a long time as he had analyzed earlier, then they might even be able to encircle and strike at the reinforcements. There is a saying that true gold is not afraid of fire. The quality of the Blue Light team will be revealed after this battle.

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*Wu Ao*—

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