The wounded were initially treated, and their tents were arranged near the center of the camp, away from the outer passages and fires, to reduce possible disturbance at night.
Most of the soldiers had already laid down to rest, and the few sentry posts still on duty were scattered on the sentry towers around the camp. Occasionally, someone adjusted the position of the torch.
Redd walked through the camp without disturbing too many people. He followed a row of burning bonfires, bypassed the material storage area and the casualty camp, and went straight to his tent near the bottom of the hill.
When he reached the tent, he stopped and turned his head to glance in the direction where King Ghidorah was lying on the edge of the scorched area outside the camp.
King Ghidorah has adjusted its lying position, with its three heads facing three different directions, maintaining sufficient field of vision coverage, and has adjusted to a posture that can both rest and maintain alertness.
Redd confirmed that there was no ongoing danger around him, bent down and opened the tent door, walked in, sat down on the bed covered with thick felt cushions, then lay down, face up, and closed his eyes for a while.
The night after the thunderstorm was much quieter than before.
In the distance, there is still the continuous burning light of Fourteen Flames, which reflects the dark red afterglow at the bottom of the clouds, but the sound waves no longer involve the noise of war and retreat, leaving only the rumbling of the ground and the waves, each maintaining a fixed rhythm, taking turns in a leisurely manner.
King Ghidorah's breathing sounds from the outside came alternately in three different sets of rhythms. They were all low and continuous background sounds, sweeping over the edge of the tent one after another.
Penetrate into the interior of the tent along the gaps between the canvases, and swim back and forth on the inner surface of the fabric until it is completely absorbed by the surrounding environment.
Redd was lying on his back, still not sleepy.
The appearance of the Orcs confirmed his previous speculation that there might be other forces on this peninsula, but the other party could be accurately guided to this peninsula and arranged to appear as a negotiator after the Orc Legion was defeated.
It means that the channel has been running stably for a period of time, and the other party has continued to observe the situation of Valyrian Peninsula.
The network of mine tunnels under Fourteen Flames that has been mined for thousands of years constitutes an extremely large and complex underground space. As long as the guidance system serving as a beacon continues to operate below the ground,
Even if he clears the current Orc troops on the surface, the next group may emerge from the ground through a different exit and appear behind the camp.
He opened his eyes, and the dark red Fire Peak light reflected on the gray-white canvas surface on the top of the tent was slowly moving and changing.
He rearranged a series of information collected today and thought that when the knight eliminated by Gravity Beam was hit, he did not show any nervousness or panic about his own safety until the last moment.
This shows that he is either ready to accept this result, or he is convinced that the being who invited them over will not let them simply be blocked on the other side of the world.
Redd compared the size of the orcs' forces with the size of the mine entrance in his mind, and estimated the organizational time it would take for them to assemble and break out of the ground.
He lay there for a while, feeling that the re-accumulated fatigue was covering the tense vigilance before, so he closed his eyes again and allowed his breathing to return to a steady rhythm.
Fire Peak in the distance continued to spit out dark red light and ash, and the color at the bottom of the clouds maintained continuous brightness due to the continuous supply of heat.
After the fire in the camp burned out, the sentry on duty was adding new firewood. The fire occasionally jumped higher, causing the canvas near the tent to show clearer texture in a brief highlight, and then returned to a stable brightness.
King Ghidorah's head always maintained a loose closed posture in the night. Occasionally, one of the heads would be slightly raised to check if there was any abnormal movement nearby. After confirming that it was safe, it was slowly lowered.
The tent's canvas bulged and fell slightly as its breathing air passed over it, like a continuously vibrating surface being beaten evenly.
The morning light did not really penetrate the thick clouds above Valyrian Peninsula.
The sun has risen, but its light has been filtered by the persistent layer of volcanic ash and sulfur aerosol into a uniform, slightly dark gray-white color.
Like an old fabric that has been washed too many times, the original color has faded away, leaving only a vague, almost neutral background.
The fire in the camp had been refueled at Dawn. The flames appeared lighter in the morning light than at night, and the edges were no longer so sharp.
But it still maintained a stable burning state, reflecting a dry and warm color on the ground and the surface of the tent in the camp.
Redd When he walked out of the tent, the coolness of the night had not completely dissipated from the air, but he could already feel that the ground was slowly warming up.
The rock formations, which are continuously heated by geothermal and volcanic activity, are transferring heat upward, through the soil and sand, and seeping up from the soles of your feet.
He stood at the door of the tent for a moment, his eyes scanning the gradually awakening movements in the camp - some soldiers were sorting out the equipment from last night, and some were putting scattered materials back into place.
A few wisps of smoke had already risen from the kitchen area, and the sound of pots and pans clashing could be heard through the tent - and then he walked towards the area in the center of the camp that was used as a temporary command point, his boots making an even, solid sound when he stepped on the solid ground.
Douglas is already there, standing facing the direction of Redd, holding a piece of dry biscuit in his hand, sandwiching a piece of dried meat baked last night, chewing slowly.
He saw Redd approaching, put down the food, wiped his hands with a piece of cloth, stood up straight, and waited for instructions.
Redd When he walked to the main tent, he did not go in. Instead, he stood at the door, turned sideways, and looked at the rearranged open space in front of the camp.
"The main task today is to clean up the surface."
Redd said that the voice appeared clearer and more solid in the morning light than at night, as if he was exchanging information with someone who was making a routine report. There was no unnecessary emotion in his tone, "All living creatures on the surface will be cleared away."
Any living creature on this island is a moving source of curse. As long as there are still creatures active outside, the black mist will gather again at night.
I need this area to be cleared as completely as possible before nightfall."
He paused for a moment, letting Douglas confirm that the sentence had been completely received, and then continued, "Demon Dragon Corps serves as the main force, and King Ghidorah is responsible for aerial surveillance.
Demon Dragon is responsible for advancing, and King Ghidorah is responsible for intercepting everything that comes out of the ground - Sandworm, worms, orcs, as long as they emerge from below the surface, they will be killed."
His tone became a little heavier on the last few words, but still maintained a steady rhythm, as if he was assigning daily tasks, "King Ghidorah's position will remain high in the sky, overlooking a large enough range."
Once it discovers underground creatures breaking through the ground, it can complete the attack within a few breaths and will not let those things get close to the camp."