Hengduan Mountains, Orc Valley.⊥,

The orc king, the great priest, fought with the undead gargoyle knights with the five hundred orc warriors.

This battle was really dark and the earth was dark, and it took more than three hours to fight. The forest outside the Orc Valley was cut off by the crisscrossing magic and combat skills.

In the open space, a large number of orc warriors' corpses were scattered with fragments of broken skeletons. The water in many potholes turned red, and it was the blood of orc warriors.

"Stop these skeletons and don't let them run away!" The orc king shouted loudly as he saw the gargoyle knights actually running.

Until now, the orcs were seriously damaged, but there were not many gargoyles left, only twelve of them left. These twelve undeads no longer love to fight, and fled in dispersion, and wanted to go back to report the news.

This is what the orc king is worried about!

"Chongbangbang!" Some orc warriors operated powerful siege crossbow attacks. Three gargoyles were caught in arrows and fell from the sky with their knights. However, eight gargoyles knights dodged the attack and flew out of the orc's sight.

"Damn it!" The orc king hit the battle axe in his hand to the ground with annoyed look on his face.

"Your Majesty, the great priest is no longer available!" someone suddenly shouted.

"What!?" The orc king suddenly turned around and looked at the source of the sound, and immediately saw the old high priest.

His face was covered in blood, his wrinkled face was gray, his eyes were dull, and the biggest wound on his body was on his abdomen. The magic of darkness corroded the flesh and blood on it, and even his intestines were rotten.

Seeing the Orc King look over, the Great Priest's face moved slightly. He seemed to be smiling. He said the last sentence to the Orc King: "Your Majesty. The undead is powerful, worried... they...repay..."

Before he finished speaking, the high priest lost his light in his eyes and had returned to his ancestors' arms.

The orc king's heart trembled. He turned around and saw the miserable situation everywhere. He knew that his decision to fight the undead was wrong this time. He was too impulsive.

"Hi!" The Orc King stomped a golden skull at his feet. This was Alonso's head, he was not an opponent of the Orc King. The power of the quasi-saint cannot be compared with the true Martial Saint.

But so what?

The orc king Solge's eyes were filled with horror: "Is the undead so powerful?"

No one answered him, the high priest who used to act as his think tank had returned to the arms of his ancestors.

Just standing there, silent for a full ten minutes, Solge completely calmed down. He looked up at the surviving orc warriors and said with difficulty: "Burn our warriors' bodies with fire, don't let them become slaves of the Lord of Death."

The orcs silently carried out the Orc King's orders. When the flames soared into the air, Solge issued a second order: "Command, continue to move. We must leave here as soon as possible."

He understood the words of the High Priest. Some gargoyles knights escaped, and they had already formed enemies with the undead, so next time, more undead might come.

Orcs cannot withstand such losses.

"Your Majesty, we are not afraid of the undead!" a warrior whispered.

"I know your courage and strength. But we still have children, we must live and protect them from growing up!" Solge said in pain.

With his understanding of the Lord of Death, the other party will definitely take revenge. Once the battle is fought, death will increase the opponent's strength. The opponent will fight stronger and stronger, but their power is continuously weakened and will definitely be exterminated in the end.

Therefore, we can only move as soon as possible.

Just now, he was so impulsive! Solger regretted it, but it had happened and could not go back.

The orcs began to migrate almost immediately, with a total population of more than 50,000, including more than 40,000 orcs, more than 10,000 human women and semi-orc descendants. Their plan was to keep moving deep into the Hengduan Mountains.

Time passed by, and at noon on the third day, the orcs began to gather and prepare to set off.

At this time, someone suddenly shouted: "Dragon, green dragon, there is a green dragon in the sky."

Solger looked up and saw a green dragon hovering above the sky, but it was Viana a few days ago.

This time, the other party flew very high, at least five hundred meters, so although he kept hovering in the sky, Solge was powerless.

"It won't work like this. It seems that I have to train some flying mounts." Solger made up his mind.

"Look, something has been thrown down." Someone shouted again.

Solge looked over and soon found that what was thrown down were the remains of gargoyles and skeletons. He counted the numbers and eight of them, which were the number of gargoyles knights who escaped that day.

A voice came down from the sky, and it was Rolling: "Solger, do you like the gift I gave?"

Solge gritted his teeth and shouted loudly: "Did you bring those undead?"

“So what?”

Yes, so what? He can't do anything to the other party.

At this point, Solger no longer had the strength to get angry. He took a deep breath, suppressed the depressed thought that surged in his heart, and shouted: "What do you want?"

"It's not like that. I guess you have also seen the power of the undead. This time you are lucky, we have intercepted all the escaped gargoyle knights for you, so you don't need to worry about the revenge of the undead for a few months. During this period, you have enough to lead your tribe members to relocate. However, the undead has a lot of patience. You can hide for a while, but don't want to hide for them for the rest of your life. Think about it carefully, Solge!"

After saying this, the green dragon in the sky flapped its wings and flew towards the north.

Solger fell into silence again.

"Your Majesty?" After a long time, an orc warrior spoke in confusion.

"It's okay. Let's go."

At this moment, there were two words in the orc king's mind circling with "human race" and "undead". Who is his most terrifying enemy on these two sides?

After walking some road, Solger's eyes suddenly fell on a human woman. She was a mother. Her body was very weak, less than the chest of an orc warrior, and her weight was less than half of an ordinary warrior. The middle of the forest was uneven. She walked a little staggering, but she always protected the child in her arms.

Look at the child again, the human race has pink and smooth skin, but there are some fluff on his face and two pointed fangs as big as rice grains, which means her orc bloodline.

This is a little girl. Even from the eyes of an orc, she is also a cute little thing. After looking at it for a while, Solger found that the depressedness in her heart was filled with, and her irritability had been eliminated for half of it, and was replaced by the two emotions of calmness and responsibility.

Yes, the child is her child, but also the orcs.

A trace of enlightenment suddenly appeared in Solge's heart: "In many years, the orcs will integrate into more and more human bloodlines, and the human hatred will eventually ease one day, because we are all living beings, with some gaps in appearance, but there is no huge gap in essence. But those resurrected dead will only destroy everything, they are the mortal enemies of all living beings who will never die."

Looking at the orcs behind him, Solge finally sighed: "It seems that if you have the chance, you have to unite with the human race."

He still hated Luo Lin because the other party cut one of his arms, because the other party let him taste the bitter taste of failure. But he had to admit the wisdom and strength of the human warrior. If he cooperated with the human race to fight against the undead, then the orcs still have a glimmer of life. If the orcs watch the disaster, then when the continent is completely destroyed by darkness, their orcs will not escape the bad luck.

He is a warrior, a martial saint who regards glory as life, but he is also the king of orcs. Compared with personal failure and shame, the future of the race is more important, and he must consider the future of his tribe.

…………………

"Where are we going next?" Viana asked: "Are you going back to your Earl's Corps?"

"No, I don't want to go back for the time being. We've only been out for less than ten days." Rollin is now lying on Viana's back, with his arms pillowing on his head, squinted his eyes and looking at the sky with a comfortable face.

"Oh, then where do you want to go?"

"How about we go to the Frost Land and meet the Marquis of Edward Rhine, the commander of the Frost Crusade?" Rollin said.

Since I came out and went back after seeing the orc, it would be a pity.

"Edward Rhine, Thunder Sword Saint? Why do you see him? He is a man from the Kingdom of Aulakhi. You are the earl of the Principality of Lehman. Just the two of us are here. If he wants to turn against us, we will not be able to run away." Viana was shocked.

The Frost Crusade, the most elite army in the Kingdom of Aolaki, is also the most elite army on the Starlight Continent. It is well-equipped and powerful in force. The so-called orc army cannot be compared with it.

Perhaps the orcs are braver than those of the Crusaders, but after forming an army, the Crusaders are an extremely concentrated whole, with their strength increasing far greater than 11.

If they go to the Frost Land, if the Knife Saint is unhappy, the other party will take action. Even if Viana and Rollin join forces, they will not be able to escape the word "death". There is no doubt about this.

"It's indeed a bit dangerous. But the Saint Saint has been guarding the north of the Aolaki Kingdom for fifty years. He guarded the northern barrier of this continent. From this point of view, this man is a real hero. I think he can see through the overall situation and see the terror of the undead. Find him and convince him, perhaps using his power to force King Aolaki to relax the pressure on Grand Duke Lehman." Rollin said his purpose.

Of course, this is his wishful guess, and they belong to two countries. Perhaps even if the Saint Saint does not want to take action, if anyone instigates his subordinates will force the Saint Saint to take action against Luo Lin for the sake of the overall situation.

Although Luo Lin should not be killed, his martial arts will definitely be abolished and then sent back to the Grand Duke in exchange for huge compensation.

Although martial arts are not impossible to recover, it is really embarrassing.

"Everything is unknown, this is an adventure, and it is betting on the character of the Knife Saint. But now the undead is powerful, we have to seize any opportunity." Rollin said at the end: "It's worth the risk."

"Then... go." Viana turned her direction, and she was persuaded by Rollin. (To be continued...)u

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