Chapter 335: A Joyful Day for the Adventurers
November 25.
Central Carl Plains.
Clear skies.
The long-awaited sunlight drove away the lingering chill in the air.
The frost covering the ground slowly turned into glistening droplets.
The once-green plains now stretched out in a landscape of faded yellow.
Chris looked wistfully at the vast, uncultivated land and, clicking his tongue, remarked:
"Ah, if this were Bay Territory, there'd already be canals dug and fields ready for planting…"
Seeing the Danube River's tributary nearby, Alice nodded in agreement, lamenting:
"It's simple enough—let's find more castles taken over by orcs. When the Lord reclaims them, won't they become his?"
Chris shook his head as he saw a scout approaching from afar, smacking his lips in resignation.
"Ha! Sure, but the nobles here are deeply rooted, always finding heirs. I'm just afraid we'll be left empty-handed…"
Alice smirked, refraining from further comment. After receiving the scout's report, she announced enthusiastically:
"Let everyone know to get ready. There's a large orc supply convoy ahead, but our group alone might not be able to handle it!"
The members of Alice's adventurer squad brightened up, quickly gathering their gear and chatting eagerly:
"Perfect! That means there'll be a lot of orcs!"
"These orc convoys don't dare venture out with fewer numbers."
"Haha, those nobles and soldiers fear the orcs' attacks, but these orcs are scared of our ambushes. It's hilarious."
"Well, of course! We're Bay Territory adventurers!"
"Haha, after hanging with Bay Territory for a few months, our strength has soared, and our gear is way better than others'."
"Exactly! Nowhere else offers affordable magical food…"
"That's just part of it. The skill training methods Bay Territory provides are amazing…"
"But remember, anyone who learns it has to sign a spell contract—it's a reward from the Lord!"
"Right, others can't even qualify to learn this stuff. After we take down these orcs, we'll probably earn even more advanced skills."
"The prices are clearly listed; no need to mention it, we all know…"
"Haha…"
Seeing their comrades enthusiastically discussing the fight without any sign of fear or tension,
some new adventurers exchanged glances, shocked.
They couldn't believe it—were these people really not worried about the upcoming battle?
This was so bizarre!
Soon, five adventurer teams of over a hundred people each gathered.
Nearly every adventurer was excited, discussing how the battle ahead would bring rewards without much danger.
The new adventurers, first suspicious, soon grew fearful.
These guys must be crazy, right?
Especially when they spotted the orc convoy slowly moving along a distant trail; they couldn't help but show fear.
"There are around 3,000 orc soldiers and about 3,000 orc slaves and laborers."
"Two hundred wolf riders, about three chimeras, and around 500 orc berserkers—if we take them down, the battle's ours."
Hearing this, the new adventurers gasped in horror.
They had, at most, 800 people, facing at least 3,000 orcs with elite units among them.
How could they possibly win?
Yet they saw that their companions showed no fear, even appearing pleased.
It was as if these orcs were a gift, pure benefits being delivered!
But these were orcs!
Each ordinary orc soldier could easily take down a Level 3 adventurer.
Regular soldiers, without fortifications, would be at extreme risk facing them.
If that weren't the case, why would over a hundred nobles and territories in the Carl Plains be destroyed, while even the renowned Carl family only held their castle?
Many adventurers felt a pang of regret, silently cursing themselves for getting into this mess.
But as they pondered this, the gathered captains swiftly finalized their battle plans.
Each assigned their tasks and began to set up.
Frustrated, the new adventurers reluctantly followed, silently praying.
If the battle went south, they'd have to run fast to avoid capture by the brutal orcs.
Then, they witnessed something that completely changed their understanding of battle.
The adventurers didn't engage the orc convoy directly; instead, they scattered iron caltrops across the convoy's path.
They didn't withdraw but waited in place.
A few adventurers acted as bait, drawing in the orc scouts, eliminating most, and allowing a few to escape.
Soon, they saw the furious orc convoy charging forward, howling in rage.
Ready for them, the adventurers fired volleys from a distance, retreating steadily without engaging directly.
The leading orc wolf riders were the first to suffer.
They charged straight into the caltrop trap.
The fierce, rampaging wolves became crippled.
Terrified, the wolf riders became easy targets.
After two or three rounds of arrow volleys,
only about 40 of the 200 wolf riders survived.
Before the main orc force could catch up, the adventurers mounted their horses and retreated.
The chimeras in the sky, upon seeing the raised bows and crossbows below, wisely held back.
They hovered at a distance, not daring to pursue.
Frustrated, the orc convoy hesitated and then, unable to act, grudgingly took a detour.
Ahead lay a dozen similar traps waiting for them…
As night fell, a blood-red moon climbed into the sky.
After a day of revelations, the new adventurers fell into line with their comrades, lifting their newly bought bows and crossbows to aim at the unsuspecting orc camp.
As for the lookouts, stealthy rangers and rogues dispatched them with prepared spell scrolls.
Now, the orc camp truly became a treasure trove!
Such was a fulfilling and joyful day for the adventurers!