The correct way to open the elf

Chapter 90 Leader of the Reinforcements

The migrating halflings and elves had little fighting power and could not help if they stayed. Nytia calmed down and arranged for the migrating team to move forward on their own to avoid being attacked by the Cyclops again, while she stayed on the shore, waiting for reinforcements to arrive.

Left with her were dozens of half-lives and elves whose relatives or friends were captured by the Cyclops.

When the steamship slowly approached the shore with white steam, Nytia and dozens of halflings and elves on the shore stood up.

Feng Yu stood at the bow of the first ship that was approaching the shore. When the ship approached the shore, he was the first to jump in. He used pliers and a hammer to nail the anchor in a few strokes, dragged the ship towards the shore, and then tied the rope.

"Be steady and step on the pedals to get off the boat. Try not to fall into the water. If your shoes are wet, it will be difficult to march. After getting off the boat, you must not stop and run to dry land to form a team.

Do you understand everything? "

"understand!"

"Get off the ship in order!"

After Feng Yu set up the gangplank, he waved his hand and the soldiers ran down the boat in an orderly manner along the gangplank.

After the soldiers got off the boat, Feng Yu led his men to move the two cannons under the boat.

Looking at Feng Yu who was busy running around after giving orders, and then looking at the elf warriors on the shore who were lined up in neat rows and carrying the miraculous elf rifles that were legendary in the Misty Moon Forest, Nitia was very curious.

Originally, she thought she could meet the Great Sage Anthony or the Mage Nicole, but she didn't expect that it was this alien human being who was giving orders on the fleet, which made Nitia very puzzled.

What exactly happened in the Cattail City camp? Why were the half-living people and elves abducted, and why was it this human from another continent who came forward to help?

She didn't know that Feng Yu had coaxed and deceived his way into this position in order to establish his image.

Feng Yu also saw the beautiful elf staring at him. On the way, he also heard Dick talk about the deeds of this elf magician.

But this was a battle for his character, and he had to win. He didn't have the time to care about the Undertaker or the Undertaker. He wasn't strong enough to fight the Cyclops tribe alone, so it was useless to say anything. Anyway, at this point, it was up to him to lead the warriors into battle.

Feng Yu could ignore Nitia, but Margery couldn't. He quickly took the few mages who came with him and went to pay their respects.

As Dick lifted the artillery carriage, he muttered to Feng Yu, "See? Margery is more docile in front of her than in front of his mentor, the Great Sage!"

Feng Yu focused on his work and ignored the gossipy dwarf.

After they transported all the supplies to the shore, Marshall ran to Feng Yu, saluted, and said loudly: "Report, the rifle team has been assembled, requesting instructions!"

Feng Yu stood at attention and saluted in return, then said to the soldiers, "Everyone, at ease!... I'll teach you one more lesson before you go to the battlefield. Reporting and saluting are only used during training. On the battlefield, you are not allowed to shout "report" or use the salute gesture.

Because doing so might expose the information about who is the officer in the team to enemy scouts who might be lying in ambush nearby, or snipers like the Demon Hunter team who specialize in killing high-value targets.

So, keep everything simple on the battlefield, understand?"

The soldiers lowered their voices and replied, "Understood."

"Herbert, arrange for the elven archers to scout the way. The team follows, keep the formation, do not march in unison, do not whisper to each other, and listen carefully to orders. Let's go!"

Nitia looked at Feng Yu at the front of the team and asked Margery, "Is this Darren Fengyu?"

Margery nodded and said, "Yes, he is Lord Darren."

"Why do the elf soldiers and dwarf warriors listen to him?"

"Because this team carrying elven rifles is employed by Lord Darren to protect the salt pans. The patrol team of our camp is the elven archers assigned by Herbert to explore the way."

"Why did the Great Sage Anthony arrange for this human to lead the rescue?"

"Um... this... you should go ask the teacher in person when you get back."

Nitia felt that there seemed to be many secrets worth exploring in the Cattail City Camp, especially this Darren.

The leader of the Cyclops tribe is a big guy who is three meters and five meters tall. At this moment, he is leading all the warriors in the tribe who can participate in the battle, walking at the front of the team with the spring steps of the overlord of the wilderness.

The Cyclops leader was holding a round wooden stick in his hand that was big enough to serve as a beam for a halfling's house. He held the thinner end and dragged the other end on the ground behind him, leaving a deep ditch.

It was in a very happy mood. The three one-eyed trolls of the tribe who went out hunting chased a group of wilderness beasts to the Lengshui River, and their tribe had a huge harvest.

The weapons in the migrating groups of halflings and elves were not even enough to tickle the thick-skinned and tough Cyclops. Moreover, they could not run fast with their families, so they naturally became the best prey for the Cyclops.

They were only dozens of warriors, but they surrounded more than two hundred halflings and elves. These tender creatures were like the most docile lambs.

He had already asked the fastest Cyclops in the tribe to go back and call for help. As long as the tribe came out in full force and let the old and young Cyclops escort the prey back to the tribe, he could take the rest of the Cyclops and go back to get some more, thus solving the food problem for the next six months and then creating new Cyclops with peace of mind.

And now, they have completed the handover, and the Cyclops leader is returning with nearly 150 strong Cyclops in the tribe, ready to make a fortune.

The leader of the Cyclops had already made a plan. He would not eat the short human creatures who did not resist too fiercely, but make them serve as slaves in the camp. He would pick two strong ones and use their thin arms, which would break at the slightest touch, to clean the dirt from the folds of their skin.

The nails of the Cyclops women were too sharp and their strength was too great. Every time they cleaned themselves, they would scratch the tender flesh in their folds and cause pain.

As the leader of a large tribe of Cyclops with ideals and ambitions, he absolutely could not tolerate his strong body being too dirty. His crimson-purple skin was the perfect show-off and the reason why those Cyclops women drooled.

For this purpose, he specifically instructed the Cyclops in the tribe that no one was allowed to touch the prey before he returned, and he must be the first to enjoy this feast.

Because he learned a new cooking method from this batch of prey, he had to show it in front of all the Cyclops to make them worship him as their leader even more.

(End of this chapter)