Arcane Linguist

Chapter 320 Deni Orc
The front line of Blackstone Castle, near the battlefield.

The slightly chilly breeze blew away the remaining gunpowder smoke, and the young grass buds nodded from time to time, as if they were satisfied with the slightly earthy fresh air.

Suddenly, a foot stepped on a young leaf and walked across this slightly muddy field.

Immediately after, several people walked past one after another, heading towards the camp.

This is a team of adventurers.

They were recent members of the mercenary group and had just returned from a reconnaissance mission.

Except for the teammate who was on guard and remained silent, everyone else was discussing in low voices the enemies they had seen before.

"...I'm really lucky this time, I was able to directly observe the situation in the castle!"

"Those purple-skinned orcs who are training should be the Denis from another world."

"Who else can there be besides them? That famous fighting race..."

"I heard that the leader and the others suffered a big loss at the hands of that group of orcs. I just saw it and it turned out to be extraordinary."

The captain of this team said solemnly: "The Deni clan, commonly known as the purple-skinned orcs, are the indigenous residents of the world of Dranir.

It is said that thousands of years ago, they were invaded by the Abyss and fought to pieces.

The two surviving tribes, the Black Blood and Black Fire tribes, fled with their tribesmen and became a wandering race that made a living by accepting employment and fighting everywhere.

It is said that after the Deni orcs turn five years old, they will be thrown into the endless wilderness forest, where they will fight against wild beasts, hunger and cold, and survive for a year before being brought back to the tribe for training.

They are born warriors, and when they reach adulthood, they basically have second-level strength or above.

However, under the system where all the people are soldiers, the best they can do is to be incorporated into the militia to guard the mines and take care of women and children.

Only when you reach level three or above can you be selected into the 'Black Blood' and 'Black Fire' and go out to fight with the legion.

They were employed in different planes and worlds, and acquired many spells and combat skills. High-level elders combined the strengths of hundreds of schools and adapted their bloodlines to create a suitable training method.

Therefore, the warriors of the Deni clan who have undergone complete training have at least one of the powerful specialties of weapon specialization, combat reflexes, steel body, and desire to kill.

What we just saw were three hundred-man teams that were employed by the Scroll Association for a long time and were affiliated with the 'Black Fire'. All of them were orc warriors like that. "

"Then, who are those people who are sparring with them?"

"Yes, I saw that those orcs were able to perform fighting skills. They seemed much more powerful, and their skin color was more purple."

“They should be the bodyguards of Kunistin, the elites of the Deni orcs who have fought in many battles!

It is rumored that their ancestors were affected by the power of the abyss and were able to awaken a special talent called mad fighting spirit.

Some scholars believe that this is the manifestation of the abyss changing that race at the bloodline level, giving them a special physique similar to that of the wrathful demon.

That physique is related to anger and can double the strength of the Deni Orc.

It is rumored that there are children of this clan who, in extreme anger, tore apart a demonic tiger and defeated a fourth-level or above demonic beast with a first-level body. One can imagine how powerful such a talented person will be when he reaches adulthood! "

"hiss……"

The crowd gasped.

The third level and the fourth level are already the watershed between the middle and lower levels, and are also an almost insurmountable level gap in many big worlds.

Many wild mages and adventurers have never thought about defeating a powerful fourth-level enemy.

This is what children do when they are extremely angry.

He is simply a super orc berserker.

"Don't be surprised, don't be afraid.

After all, the universe is so vast and full of wonders, and there are so many races that are born to be powerful.

Moreover, we humans have high growth potential and strong organizational capabilities.

Relying on the reproduction of the ethnic group and the occurrence of mutations, top experts can always be born.

There are also various arcana and martial arts inheritances...

In the end, it is us who are worthy of occupying more territory and resources, while they can only continue to wander and work for others. "

The captain was obviously a knowledgeable old adventurer, and he came to a lofty conclusion.

This temporarily dispelled everyone's awe of the Deni orcs and restored their confidence.

That is.

Even if their strong men dare to defeat demons, so what?
We human beings are not bad either!

Just at this moment, a giant dragon flew across the sky.

She has a slender figure, and her green scales are like new leaves, sprouting with fresh vitality under the sunlight.

Someone squinted and looked up, and couldn't help but mutter: "Tell me, Mr. Roland, do you dare to..."

Benedict!
The captain's face was filled with frost, and he couldn't help but give the foul-mouthed boy a shudder.

"Keep your voice down, dragons have very sensitive hearing!"

They all already knew that it was Ms. Green Dragon Trina.

At the beginning, her appearance caused great panic.

As the news spread that she had accepted Lord Roland's employment and came to put pressure on the enemy, morale quickly recovered.

The appearance of Trina completely dispelled the fear of powerful enemies among the grassroots soldiers and gave them peace of mind.

But the green dragon is still an evil creature after all, and if she provokes her, she doesn’t even know how to write the word “death”.

As an experienced adventurer, you have to be careful.

What the captain didn't know was that Trina was completely unaware of their small presence.

She stared straight ahead, where a ball of indigo light passed by and quickly fell into the castle.

That was someone using the "flying technique" to rush there.

While Trina was wondering, she suddenly heard the sound of a war horn inside, and then an angry purple-skinned orc flew up with several personal guards and came towards her to kill her.

Trina was very wary and threw a few spells from a distance. She fought and ran, staying away from the castle first.

The adventurers on the ground looked at this change and couldn't help but be stunned: "Why...how did they come out?"

"No, that one just now seemed to be Quinistine!"

"He actually went to war with his personal guards!"

……

"What? Quinistine took action personally?
Hurry, gather urgently and prepare to fight! "

In the mercenary group camp, Jonis heard the urgent report from his men and quickly passed on the message.

At this time, he had learned from the intelligence behind him that Kunisteen was a high-level mage with a talented bloodline. In a sense, he was comparable to a high-level Warcraft.

Coupled with the experience gained from hundreds of battles, the actual combat ability is very powerful.

"If such a guy goes off directly, it will be a massacre!"

Rabiot rushed over, listened to Jonis's soliloquy, and couldn't help but said: "Ms. Trina should be able to restrain him."

Jonis glanced at him and shook his head: “That’s hard to say.

The upper limit of the dragon is definitely much higher than that of the Deni orcs, but Ms. Trina has just come of age, so she may not be his match.

What's more, Kunnisdine's personal guards will definitely not stand idly by. "Rabio was solemn after hearing this: "Those guys are indeed much stronger than ordinary Deni orcs! "

Not long after, all the mercenary masters arrived.

Among the newly recruited people, there are many masters of the third and fourth levels. Most of them joined because of the high salary and the secret of martial arts.

Seeing this, Sergeant Reiner stabilized his position.

……

"What's going on? Are those guys going to escalate the war?"

In the mage tower, Lei and Roland were talking about the school. Suddenly they heard a report and couldn't help but have some doubts.

In a battlefield where empire-level forces are entangled, everyone will maintain basic restraint and try to avoid escalation of the war.

If these unspoken rules are violated, it can easily lead to vicious consequences.

For example, the sea elves of Automedia assassinated King Arkham XIV and Prince Silaire, and ended up paying the price with their own lives.

Roland and the others had never felt that Quinistine and the others were really difficult to deal with, so they became anxious and directly dispatched Atrein's regular army to kill them, and even invited Archmage Bolas to kill them!

Is it really possible to resist the Black Fire Legion?
But the imperial giant may also get stuck in a quagmire and find it difficult to extricate itself.

Losing troops and generals, or causing other irreversible consequences, even Roland and others would have to follow Gallo's footsteps and ruin their political future.

Therefore, it is inconvenient for them to mobilize regular troops without authorization before obtaining formal authorization from the committee. They can only fight proxy wars with the help of Jonis and others.

“I have an ominous premonition that although the Deni orcs are powerful, they can easily produce brainless top brass.

After all, their power comes from 'anger'.

And 'anger' will affect IQ! "

"You mean, they seem to be lawful, but they actually belong to the chaotic camp?"

"Isn't that right? The abyss is the ultimate in chaos!
Their bloodline has been affected by too much abyss power. "

Two high-level mages from Atrein, traditionally highly intelligent people, discussed it for more than an hour, but they couldn't figure out what was going on in Quinistine's mind.

In the end, it can only be attributed to the fact that the Chaos camp truly lived up to its reputation.

That is an existence that even the wisdom of gods cannot understand, because wisdom itself means a high-level order, which is too far away from chaos.

"Forget it, the war has already started on the front line, there is no need to worry so much, just be prepared for bad things!"

Roland shook his head and said with a little helplessness.

No matter what, the war is still about money.

The kingdom's finances may be in trouble again.

If this continues, it will become a non-performing asset, and even the development of the school will be implicated.

……

"Is this the front line?"

The next morning, at dawn, a team transporting new soldiers and baggage arrived at the camp where the Jonis Mercenary Group was stationed.

Wei An and Pamir were among them and saw a group of people collecting the bodies.

The scattered blood flowed with the rain, and the air smelled of mud, along with the smell of earth and the unique odor of some orc warriors.

Wei An and Pamir were unprepared. They were still eating their breakfast while walking, and couldn't help but feel a little nauseous.

"Vian, Pamir!"

Suddenly, the officer leading them called their names from the front.

"To!"

The two of them quickly swallowed the dry food and walked over.

"Hurry and tidy up, the general wants to see you."

The commander of the new barracks ordered.

The ordinary soldiers around him couldn't help showing envious expressions.

But it seems that it also feels natural.

Some recruits from other places couldn't help but ask: "Who are those two boys, and how come they can meet the general as soon as they arrive?"

"That's right, judging by their clothes, aren't they the same recruits as us?"

"What a joke. I am a scholar with level [-] in Seris and an apprentice at Jados Pharmacy. Will I be used as cannon fodder like you?"

"Don't underestimate those two boys, they might become your commander later!"

The recruits from other places suddenly took a breath of cold air.

What they didn't know was that the two of them had also entered the magic warrior training class held by the Mage Tower and studied for half a year.

During this time, I met many adventurers from Atrein.

As the two youngest students in the same period, they naturally attracted much attention.

Pamir, in particular, showed amazing talent. He was far ahead in the same period. He cultivated his own fighting spirit in a record-breaking three days and successfully transferred to a level 1 warrior.

Almost everyone believes that this young man has a bright future and is most likely the embryo of the legendary indigenous strongman who can stand on top of the world and reach the limits of his time.

Even if the influence of the other world is excluded, he can still advance to the third level by relying on his own efforts.

In the current environment, there are various resources from Atrein that can be used. It may be possible to easily break the local restrictions of Reiner's world and reach or even surpass the realm of adventurers from other worlds such as Jonis.

Soon after, the two teenagers who had met the general and received their new missions were taken to the camp next door by an officer, where the Jonis Mercenary Group and other mercenaries from another world were located.

Their new identities are translators and communications soldiers, responsible for the liaison between the kingdom's army and the Jonis mercenary group.

Unlike educated teenagers like them, there are a large number of illiterate officers in the kingdom's army, as well as older generation officers who do not understand the Seris language.

Without good communication, Jonis and others would have no way to cooperate with friendly forces.

"Thank God, you are finally here. I heard before that you two boys came to join the army. I never thought that Mr. Jiatos would be willing to let you two darlings go!"

As soon as they entered the camp, a burst of hearty laughter came from inside, and it was actually Jonis, the regiment leader, who personally received him.

"Captain Jonis!"

The two saluted quickly.

Jonis, who had just experienced a fierce battle yesterday, looked a little tired, and the casualties in the regiment also made him quite worried, but he still showed an extremely high spirit and friendly attitude, and nodded with a smile.

In the end, after just a few words of greeting, they started to catch the strong man: "Now that you are here, let's work hard.

Please translate these documents into Seris for me first, and then help treat the wounded soldiers in the regiment...

You should be able to use magic props, right?The wild mage here doesn’t know how to use the healing props of the Siris magic card. He wasted one or two on me several times after casting the spell. I don’t know if it was intentional or not. It’s simply unreasonable!
If you know how to use it, teach them quickly, so you can save money and treat a few more wounded soldiers.

Those orcs are simply crazy, and I’m afraid there will be several tough battles to be fought next..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the horn sounded outside.

The enemy's attack began again.

Jonis covered his forehead, took his personal entourage, turned around and left.

(End of this chapter)