Start as Inherited Baroness

A few days later, on this evening, Simon's team was setting up camp and cooking, placing some carriages outside and making simple fences.

Several caravan leaders brought some delicious food and went to pay a visit.

Although they were all medium and small caravans, Simon did not look down on them, and ate and talked with them as usual.

Before eating, he naturally had to cast a spell to detect poison to determine whether it was safe.

What these medium and small caravan leaders said was not a highlight for Simon now.

Many of the information he had already learned, but there were always some interesting things he didn't know, but they were useless and he just took it as a joke.

"Baron, we found traces of jackals in the forest in the east, and there are quite a few of them.

But they seem to be investigating and there is no sign of launching an attack."

When Simon and his friends were eating, Ai Lei suddenly came to report.

"Really? Be alert.

Let's stop here today. Be careful when you go back."

Simon nodded, threw the clean lamb chops on the ground, stood up and smiled.

"Yes, Lord Baron, we will go back first. I wish you a wonderful night..."

The caravan leaders got up and left after saluting.

"Where are the jackals? Show me." Simon said casually.

"Yes, sir, they are here...

Look, they are right there. There are hundreds of them." Airey took him to a high ground and looked east.

Simon saw them soon. There were indeed many.

When they came, they were not harassed by this group of jackals. They might have migrated here in the past few days.

It was almost dark today, so it was not easy to send people to the forest to wipe them out. Simon planned to stay still in the face of all changes.

If the jackals attacked the camp at night, it would be more advantageous for the defenders.

Not long after, the last ember of the sun disappeared in the sky, and the earth suddenly became dark.

"The Guards, the East Guards and the Thorn Mercenaries will rest first, and let the Porcupine Mercenaries guard the first half of the night.

Let the Thorn Mercenaries come in the second half of the night." Simon ordered.

"Yes!" Ai Lei responded and went to give orders.

Simon glanced at the camp, then looked up at the brilliant stars in the sky, and his mind was filled with imagination.

He found a comfortable position, lying on the grass nest, admiring the bright night sky. Is this world also made up of countless stars?

Simon was bored and began to think about some philosophical questions that were too long-term...

"Ah! Help!!!"

At this time, a scream suddenly came from a little distance, followed by the sound of shouting and weapons colliding.

It seemed that someone had a fight.

Simon immediately sat up from the grass nest, and the guards such as Mai Lan who were guarding not far away also immediately went to watch.

"Sir, a caravan camped to our north was attacked."

Mai Lan quickly figured out the situation and reported.

"Are they the orcs?" Simon frowned.

"I can't see clearly, but I can tell from the roar."

"These guys are quite capable of causing trouble. I hope the bigwigs can organize a few large-scale cleanups.

Otherwise, the trade route in the West Seti is too dangerous." Simon muttered in his heart, not wanting to help.

Although the scale of these caravans is not large, the weakest one has dozens of armored guards.

Simon doesn't need to worry about it at all.

"Let the Thorn Mercenary Group and the Porcupine Mercenary Group keep watch together.

If orcs attack our camp and they can't deal with them, let the East Guard go out." Simon ordered.

"Yes!" Mai Lan immediately went to convey it to various places.

After more than half an hour, seven or eight caravan guards ran over from the outskirts of the camp.

"Baron, help me! There are orcs!"

As soon as the man finished speaking, he was caught up by something and chopped on the back, and rolled to the ground immediately.

However, he was wearing a heavy armor, so it was not fatal. He just lay on the ground, turned over and looked behind him, and screamed in horror: "Orcs!!!"

The next moment, more than a dozen arrows shot over, forcing the things in the shadows back...

"Sir, the leader of the Black Marlin Caravan fled to us. He said they were attacked by orcs."

The news from the outskirts of the camp soon reached Mai Lan, and he quickly reported to Simon.

"Orcs!? No way, haven't they been driven to the north of the Wind Pass?"

Simon was a little surprised.

The orcs are the main race of orcs. Normal adults have the strength of medium or high-level warriors.

In addition, they also have a certain level of civilization and know how to smelt iron ore and forge weapons and armor.

Although the quality of ironware is not as good as that made by humans, it is barely enough. It is still powerful when made into blunt tools.

In addition, there are also extraordinary powers among the strong orcs. The counterpart of the mage is the priest, and the counterpart of the warrior and the knight is the skull crusher.

They only have two career paths, namely the priest and the skull crusher.

The former will use some relatively ancient magic, which is a bit similar to the witch. The spells are usually evil and cruel.

And they cast spells on a large scale, often requiring blood sacrifices, and are in a relatively primitive state.

The latter is the force of the strong orcs. The high-level skull crusher is no less powerful than the human golden knight.

Even if they fight alone, they can often win, but the increase in lifespan is very limited.

Even the top-level Uruk-Occult Skullcrushers can only live for about a hundred years at most.

Let's get back to the point.

"This... I don't know the actual situation yet, but the caravan leader is still alive and has brought him here."

Mai Lan said, making way, and several guards dragged a wounded man wearing heavy armor over.

"Baron! Woohoo! Thank you for saving me..." The man's voice was full of energy, and it seemed that he was not injured.

"Hamo, what happened?" Simon asked curiously.

"Baron! We were attacked by gnolls and Uruk-Occulters. Only a few people in the entire caravan escaped here and survived..."

"Are you sure it was Uruk-Occulters?" Simon asked seriously.

"Absolutely, their shoulders are as broad as brown bears, and their arms are as thick as my thighs!

The two fangs on their faces are protruding, like an undead evil ghost! It must be two meters tall...

There are more than a dozen strong orcs like this!" Hamer, the leader of the caravan, described excitedly.

"How many gnolls are there?" Simon was not scared and was still calm.

Because even if there are strong orcs, there won't be many. At most, they are small groups of soldiers who walk in the wild and cross mountains and ridges to infiltrate.

"There are at least hundreds of gnolls, all of them holding decent weapons.

They were originally vassals of the strong orcs, and now they are probably integrated."

The leader of the caravan recalled for a moment and said so.