Luo Lin was very surprised by the identity of the visitor.

He immediately closed the door and lowered his voice: "Solger, you came to the wrong place. Fire Lion City is not a tourist destination."

Although the other party was wearing a cloak, his walking posture and the vacancy on his left arm all showed his identity, and these details could not escape Rollin's eyes.

Solger laughed and said, "It's right. I'm here to find you."

Luo Lin frowned and his hand instinctively rested on the hilt of the sword. His mind was thinking quickly, and suddenly he lit up, thinking of a possibility: "Has the undead attacked you?"

"Talking to smart people is worry-free. You guessed that a large number of undead have entered the Hengduan Mountains, and they are looking for us everywhere." The orc king's tone was solemn.

The two sides have not really fought, but the Hengduan Mountains are just that big. The undead have flying troops and the number is endless. It is only a matter of time to find the orcs' hiding place, and it will not be too long.

As the king, the orc king thought about it, and in a painful torture, he had to let go of all his hatred and dignity and decided to ask the human race for help.

But who should I look for?

A name came out naturally, Luo Lin. The only person he knew had the knowledge and vision, and had the energy to help, and was trustworthy.

The former opponent may now be the last hope of the orcs.

So Solger risked his life and sneaked into the Fire Lion City.

By this time, Luo Lin had already understood the key point of the problem. He relaxed and walked to the table. He picked up the silver wine pot, poured half a cup of green ice wine into the crystal cup, and swayed slightly, and whirlpools of continuous stirring appeared in the wine.

With a wave of his hand, he threw the wine glass in his hand towards the Orc King. Because of the stability effect of the vortex, the wine did not sway at all.

Solge took it and looked at the liquid like jade in the cup, with a complicated expression: "Your martial arts have improved again."

"Indeed." Rollin poured half a cup for himself, took a sip, and then smiled and said, "Don't worry. There is no poison in the wine."

Solger then felt relieved, took a sip, and then praised sincerely: "No, it's just a little bit lighter."

Then he raised his neck and drank the wine in one gulp. Then he gently placed the wine glass on the flower table on the side.

"There are benefits of lightness. Many things, if they are too thick, they will be overwhelmed." Luo Lin sat on the chair, swaying the crystal wine glass in his hand slightly, and said the main topic: "Tell me what you plan."

"I want to take my people over the Davik Fortress and retreat to the north." Solge's voice was very low. He knew that this method was easy to say, a matter of opening his mouth. But in fact, it was extremely difficult to do it. Whether it could be successful or not, and whether the Count of this human race would even agree to help. He had no idea.

Luo Lin was silent and gently shook his wine glass. In the pure green wine, bubble columns appeared in the shape of tornadoes.

Solge didn't say anything, he waited patiently for Rollin's reply. The room was quiet and there was no sound at all. Just when Solge thought Rollin was about to refuse, the other party finally spoke.

"So. How should your people break through the blockade of the undead army?" Luo Lin asked, the orcs retreated to the north. Of course, they wanted to fight against the undead together. This is a big force. If they can succeed, it would be a good thing, but the difficulties are unimaginable.

Especially as far as he knows, the current orc army is no longer purely an orc army, and it also brings various human women and babies. This is a huge drag. You will definitely encounter an undead army intercepting it on the way. How many orcs can there be left after fighting all the way?

Solger suddenly felt much more relaxed. The other party asked this, probably because he had agreed with his idea at first. He continued: "I have a plan. If you can accept it, we can safely go north."

"Tell me?" Luo Lin said.

"If Davik Fortress can send troops, the undead's attention will be attracted. During this period, we will go north at the maximum speed. As long as we get to the north and get a piece of land, our tribe is willing to send 30,000 soldiers to fight against the undead in the south."

This plan sounds very beautiful, but the variables are very large. Luo Lin listened quietly, stretched out his fingers and tapped the tabletop, and then said the biggest difficulty: "Our clan does not trust you, we are even the enemy. It is unrealistic to let our clan soldiers fight for the enemy, or even leave the fortress. It is even more childish to provide the enemy with land for recuperation and allow them to strengthen their strength behind them. And the 30,000 warriors you promised, how do we trust you, and how do you believe that you will not fight back at the critical moment of the war? You must know that you once served as a dark demon! "

Trust is the biggest problem of the two tribes. If you want to solve this problem, it cannot be done at once or at once, nor can anyone do it. Even if the Red Moon Sword Saint comes alive, it will be useless.

Solge was a little angry when he heard this: "You know very well that we are just a deal with Ulosis! Only fools will stand with the group of skeleton scum!"

"Yes, I know very well." Rollin took a sip of the wine and said unsalt and unspicable: "But I am the only one who knows it, it's useless."

He knew that in this extraordinary period, orcs were available, and 30,000 orc warriors were also a huge force, but other lords did not think so. The Battle of Vendome has only been less than two years.

Solger calmed down and said his original intention: "This is why I came to you, and I hope you can get your help."

"My influence is not as great as you think." Luo Lin shook his head. He was named the Count with his martial arts. He was not an old noble in the Principality and had no family background. Although he seemed quite glamorous on the surface, his influence on other lords was very limited.

He also knew that the nobles who had a family for hundreds of years secretly called him nouveau riche and respected him explicitly, but this was just a means of self-protection. After returning to their own territory, they would not care about the Maple Leaf Earl.

Perhaps it will be only enough to have enough influence after he becomes a legendary powerhouse, and then after decades and establishes enough prestige.

At this time, he wanted to propose helping the orcs go north. Most nobles would object, and even laugh at him in public. The great master looked at the overall situation and might see the power of orcs, but he had to worry about the views of all lords. Compared with the power provided by orcs, these lords were obviously more important.

Therefore, the Grand Duke will eventually compromise with the lords.

This kind of thing is not difficult to guess, it is easy to imagine. Not only him, but the Orc King probably also understood in his heart that the reason why he came to him was that he was so angry that he was seeking medical treatment.

"You have to understand. If our clan is defeated by the undead, there will be more than 40,000 warriors, which is even more unfavorable to you!" At this time, Solge's tone was almost begging, and his dignified orc king almost completely abandoned his dignity in front of his former opponents.

Luo Lin's expression was still faint: "Because of this reason, I am still chatting with you. Be patient, the orc king, I didn't say I won't help, but my power is limited, and I'm afraid I won't meet your expectations."

Hope suddenly arose in Solger's heart: "What are you going to do?"

"I will secretly send a group of ships south to go around the southernmost cape of the South China Sea. The people who pick you up north. There is a sapphire archipelago near Fix Island in the north, with more than a dozen islands, each of which is more than ten kilometers in a radius. If you want, I can transport you there." Rollin put down his wine glass, dipped his fingers in the wine, and drew a road map on the table: "Three trips back and forth, it will take three months. I can provide you with food, some basic medicines, and the others. You can solve it yourself, there are wood on the island and fish in the sea. Of course, you have some trouble. These islands are currently occupied by a fishman tribe, with a number of about five thousand, and you have to solve it yourself."

Solger looked at the sapphire islands outlined with stark wine on the table and fell into deep thought.

The orcs have fallen into a desperate situation. Luolin now provides a way out, but it is not very beautiful. Especially on this deserted island, it is equivalent to being imprisoned, and he has to clear out the fishmen. When all the fishmen are killed, the island will be safe. Who knows whether the other party will turn against others?

At that time, the other party will not say that there is a powerful navy. Just cutting off food, they will have to starve to death, and the rest will barely survive. Once the other party's soldiers arrive on the island, they will easily kill them.

This is equivalent to giving the initiative completely to the human race, which is very, very dangerous. If the orc is accidentally exterminated.

Rollin saw Solger's doubts, licked his nails, and smiled faintly: "Look, we don't trust you, and you don't trust me. But I want to tell you that there is no free lunch in the world, and no one must be responsible for your orcs. I have only one way out. Whether you can walk or not is your own business."

Perhaps it was woken up by Rollin's words, or perhaps there was no way out. In the end, Solger chose to compromise: "I agreed."

"Very wise." Rollin laughed.

"The last question." Solgow.

"you say."

"When will we leave that damn desert island?"

"When most of our human race are eager to get reinforcements." Luo Lin smiled.

"That's when?" Solger looked at Rollin, and saw his eyes deep and his face showed a hint of heavy weight, and was shocked: "Do you think Davik Fortress will be broken?"

Rollin nodded and admitted: "The fortress cannot be kept. Failure will disintegrate self-confidence and arrogance caused by self-confidence. At that time, many people will die and shed a lot of blood, but this is inevitable. I can't do anything about it."

"I understand. My last request is the fleet that goes south, I hope you can supervise the army in person!"

"This is natural. If you don't say it, I will do it."

Because of the Battle of Vendome, the Navy of Fix Island was extremely hated by orcs. If Rollin did not suppress it himself, then hatred would break out and something terrible would happen.

Then all his plans were completely destroyed by hatred, so he had to go in person.

The two sides agreed on some details, and Solge left.

Before leaving, Solge looked at Rollin deeply. He saw the burning ambition in this human warrior.

Deep fear arose in his heart. (To be continued)
Chapter completed!