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Chapter 6 All the Way North

Chapter 6 Heading North

There are some things that you won’t know until you try them. After the team set off, Ictor realized just how low the rat people’s organization was.

A group of rats that seemed to be well-equipped could only guard the convoy crookedly. Noisy conversations and complaints were inevitable during the journey.

"Master! Master! We really can't walk! We are all hungry! We are hungry!"

A scrawny slave rat prays for one more bite of food from its master.

"Are you hungry so soon? You slaves! Do you think I didn't see the meal you had in the morning? That's almost enough food for 100 people for one meal!"

Ictor scolded sternly. In fact, he knew the setting very well in his previous life. The bodies of the rat people have been plagued by black hunger for a long time. Their metabolism is too fast and they easily feel hungry, so they are extremely dependent on food.

Especially these slave rats who have never eaten real food. Compared to humans, these rat people may need to eat 4-5 meals a day to be satisfied. If they continue to eat like this, the convoy will be short of food before it reaches the territory!

Moreover, the society of the rat people themselves is very neurotic. Each of their rats is a collection of the dark side of human beings. The normal way of treating humans is of no use to the rat people. The slave rats will regard him as a psychopath.

Facing this kind of creature, what you have to do is to remain fierce and suppressed, so that the rats under your command will not make some big news when you are not prepared.

The forces of order that survived finally established a defense line that stretched across the continent, and all countries organized forces to defend together, and this was how they blocked their advance.

Ictor estimated that the frontline territory deployed by the empire was only enough to defend the supply line, and the vast wilderness surrounding the territory was the territory of monsters.

"Master Iket! There are too many green gadgets! The caravan guards can't handle them!"

And considering the protection of Ictor's summons, Baron Orwell did not arrange enough guards for the caravan.

Aris shouted, he really didn't expect these little things to spread to such a place.

He said this, but in fact, Ictor was already thinking about how to properly manage the Skaven under his command. The Skaven race really lacked obedience in their bones.

And since the establishment of the Grand Front, civilizations on the continent have rarely explored northward.

The large front line sounds very reliable, but after all, it is composed of countless fortresses, the defense range is too wide, and it lacks long-range weapons such as artillery.

Sure enough, the convoy was attacked on the fourth day of departure.

Seeing the mice being beaten by goblins even smaller than them, Ictor fell into deep thought.

Aris replied that the empire's long-term war needs have created many business opportunities. The General Logistics Office alone will definitely not be able to meet all the needs of the frontline territories, which gives many people opportunities.

Invasive species, undead, orcs, corruption, and other threats are too numerous to count.

They had just walked out of Didu!

In the past, the world did not have the concept of a "big front line" until a mage accidentally exposed the world coordinates, which attracted countless foreign races to try to invade the world.

"Master Ictor, the way you get along with your summons is really special."

Not every plane is full of hope. This fertile continent is the dawn in the darkness. Foreign races rush down from the north like natural disasters, driving many races living there to the south.

There are only eight guards in the entire caravan. Although they are well-equipped and can kill goblins quite easily, it is nonsense to ask them to actually protect the entire caravan.

Aris had a headache when he said this. Although the frontline trade routes were full of opportunities, for the Shaplao family's chamber of commerce, the risk of destruction far outweighed the opportunities.

After finally getting these annoying mice to move, Iket felt tired.

Although the academy trained him as a specialized "border guard mage", the front line was always a long way away, and Iket had no chance to go there.

"Listen up, you slaves! I said we're going to march twenty miles, so we can't miss a step! If we haven't finished walking by noon, our lunch will be cut in half! The same goes for dinner! If you want to have a good meal, just keep going!"

"Half lunch! no! no! On our way. yes! yes! Master, please, please don't worry!"

"By the way Aris, have you ever been to the front line?"

"Master Yket, I have been to the territory behind the front line, but I don't know the real front line."

"No way, who asked me to be their summoner!"

Aris on the side was very surprised when he saw this scene.

"I probably understand."

"But it doesn't matter, I just want to know a little about the environment of the territory."

"Looks like we have to take action!"

Ordinary caravan members lacked combat power and could only wave their swords to try to drive them away, but they were destined to be in vain.

"Ha, there's nothing strange about this. It can only be said that everyone's summons are different, but I am always willing to communicate with them in a gentle way."

Sure enough, rats are rats. Once they fall into panic, the rat people who put survival first will abandon their armor without hesitation.

"Okay, young master, let me just say this. The situation in the frontline territories is basically the same as other territories in the empire. It's just that each lord has to undertake more military tasks. However, the population there is always sparser than within the empire, and some are weaker.

The territory even consists of only the lord and a few of his servants.”

While some goblins were holding back the guards, other goblins were frantically trying to snatch the supplies.

"You are truly a noble nobleman, Master Iket. I can feel your love for summoned objects from every line of your words."

"The frontline territory is surrounded by endless goblins and gnolls. Some territories are also affected by orcs and undead creatures. Although our caravan has been to the frontline several times, the danger is too great."

A group of poorly dressed goblins blocked the way of the convoy, and stones thrown from both sides of the bushes plunged the entire team into chaos.

After all, when there are more people, they need to eat. This is also to provide more food for the initial development of Iket.

Rather than saying it is a line of defense, it is better to say it is a group of fortresses connected by many points.

Since it is full of monsters, fighting is inevitable.

Without enough strength, let alone carrying out trade on the front line, it is not easy to come out alive.

Riding a horse on a dirt road in the countryside, Ictor couldn't help but ask.

To be honest, I haven't done anything myself along the way, and Ictor's hands are quite itchy. This is the perfect time to stretch his muscles.

Picking up the staff with his right hand, he quickly constructed a spell model in his mind, and a hot fireball began to form at the tip of the staff.

Finally, a magic spell must be added to enhance the magic activity.

"I'm going to cum!"

Magic is released! The target is Shushu!
Chapter completed!
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