Chapter 191 Cleaning up the tribe
The maximum capacity of Fortress No. 3 is only about 30,000 people, but the army Roland brought with him is 50,000.

Therefore, after careful consideration, Roland transferred an auxiliary corps to Fortress No. 3 to garrison Fortress No. 3, while the remaining corps each established several barracks outside the city to accommodate the soldiers.

Afterwards, Roland settled down in Fortress No. 3.

Although Roland learned about the situation of the nearby greenskin tribe from the two guard officers, he was not in a hurry to wipe out these greenskin tribes. Instead, he focused on various preparations before the war.

The first issue to be affected is naturally the food issue.

Although Roland and Hela brought a large amount of food in their space bracelets, plus the food originally stored in Fortress No. 3, Roland did not have to worry about the army's food problem for at least the first three months. However, it was not Roland's habit to sit and wait for the food to run out.

Therefore, on the second day after entering the city, Roland sent people to arrange the tools for making meals, preparing to use local materials and the forest near Fortress No. 3 to produce food cakes to alleviate food consumption.

After all, there are not many idle people in Fortress No. 3, and the militiamen who can be mobilized for food production are limited. Therefore, relying solely on meal-making techniques will definitely not solve the food problem. Food still needs to be transported from the rear, but some output is better than nothing.

Moreover, if arrangements are made in advance, if food is insufficient, the legion soldiers can be mobilized to urgently produce a batch of food for emergency use.

In addition to food, Roland also sent out reconnaissance teams in all directions, asking them to conduct detailed investigations on the surrounding greenskin tribes based on the intelligence provided by the two officers.

Therefore, Roland lay quietly in Fortress No. 3 for ten days, dealing with trivial matters while preparing for war.

Roland did not move again until he had completed all the pre-war preparations and collected and drawn the information on the map.

In order to wipe out as many greenskin tribes as possible, Roland and Hela each led three legions to clear out and hunt down all the greenskin tribes nearby.

On the wall of Fortress No. 3, Sherik and Lugo watched the army split into two sides and left their sight in a mighty manner.

Lugo sighed as he watched the figure disappearing before his eyes.

"You've only been here a few days, you haven't rested for long, why are you in such a hurry to wipe out the greenskins?"

On the side, Sherik shrugged and spoke casually.

"After all, there are only some greenskin tribes here. Do you think they can't beat a group of greenskin tribes?"

"Too."

Lugo nodded and responded.

Afterwards, when he caught a glimpse of several legion soldiers patrolling by, he immediately pulled Sherik beside him, and the two of them shut up and pretended to patrol.

Although according to their experience, if the greenskins were to attack the city, the noise would be very loud and could be spotted from a long distance, so there was no need for such a careful patrol.

However, this group of legionnaires who were stationed on the city wall by Roland and took on some responsibilities thought so, and each of them was very dedicated and conscientious.

Although Roland had no requirements for these guards who did not belong to him, as long as they were on the city wall, seeing how dedicated these legion soldiers were, they felt embarrassed to slack off and would also patrol a little.

After the patrolling legionnaires passed by and disappeared from their sight, Sherik and Lugo returned to their original state.

Sherik looked at the direction where the legionnaires left and couldn't help but sigh.

"These soldiers are really dedicated to their duties, and their strength is also very good. I don't know how they were trained." "Who knows, maybe it's the effect of some witchcraft?"

Lugo shrugged and said.

"No matter what, this must be his secret. Remember not to ask around. Don't die in the hands of the greenskins instead of in battle. Instead, die in the hands of his own people because of this kind of thing."

Sherik rolled his eyes and replied unhappily.

"Of course I know, do you think I'm an idiot?"

Inside the forest, in a small tribal camp, green-skinned orcs of all sizes were beating each other, and all kinds of mess were thrown around the camp.

Broken bones left over from eating, various kinds of fur, various broken tools, various kinds of filth made of unknown ingredients, and colorful sewage floating on top of the filth.
At the outermost edge of the tribe, a strong green-skinned orc stood up slowly after defecating. He casually grabbed a small green-skinned orc passing by him.

Ignoring the little green skin's squeaking and screaming, he wiped the little green skin's back, then threw the little green skin covered in filth away with a look of disgust.

The little greenskin drew a graceful arc and smashed directly into a group of greenskins, splashing all kinds of foul-smelling things. The greenskins around ran away in disgust.

The dirty little green guy let out a series of wail. He climbed up, looked left and right, and quickly found a nearby sewage pit and dived straight into it.

After washing roughly in the disgusting sewage, and feeling that he had washed off everything on his body, the little green guy, whose skin had changed color, climbed out of the puddle with a happy look on his face, and ran excitedly to the nearest of his kind and joined in.

Just when the greenskin tribe was living in peace, outside the tribal camp, after confirming from the sentinels that all the greenskins who had gone hunting had returned, Roland gave the order to attack.

On all sides of the greenskin tribal camp, the legion soldiers who surrounded the entire camp began to tighten the encirclement.

Just like the greenskin coalition that besieged Fortress No. 3 before, this greenskin tribe was also completely defenseless. It was not until the legion soldiers reached them that they reacted and began to resist in a chaotic manner.

The result of clearing out the greenskin tribe was naturally no surprise. The legion soldiers easily slaughtered the entire greenskin tribe.

In less than ten minutes, except for the only greenskin priest whom Roland asked not to kill, all the rest, whether they were tall and strong greenskin soldiers or newborn, young and ignorant greenskins, were ruthlessly killed by them.

Finally, this greenskin priest, whose limbs were chopped off, ears were pierced, eyes were gouged out, tongue was pulled out, and all mobility was disabled, was brought to Roland by a first-level knight.

Looking at the greenskin priest twisting his body in pain, Roland stretched out his hand and quickly cast a prepared fourth-level spell on it.

Fourth-level spell—time and space blockade.

As the spell took effect, time stopped flowing on the struggling greenskin priest and his body was fixed.

A living green specimen appeared in Roland's hand.

Then, Roland took out the box he had prepared in advance.

The First Order knight who was holding it stuffed the greenskin priest into the box, and after closing the box, he carried everything away along with the entire box.

(End of this chapter)