Honor Mage

A few miles away from Wanghuo City, on a protruding mountainside, this is the center camp of the half-orc army.

In the middle of the black camp, there is a black tent that is obviously bigger and more magnificent than the surrounding tents. Under the light of the flickering torches, it looks like a terrifying beast hidden in the darkness. , Then prepare to choose someone to love.

But inside the tent, it was warm and bright.

Several priests in green robes, or warriors in heavy armor were surrounding them. On a black fur chair covered with unknown monsters, Dewey, the sage of the mist, and Birel, the priest of the full moon, sat together. They looked at a two-meter-long map that was spread out on the red round table, and every place was marked with the location of Wanghuo City.

"Bilel, some of the assassins you sent sneaked into Wanghuo City. Judging from the situation, they did a good job. My army of [-] half-orcs is rushing to attack the city. I believe they will attack Wanghuo City at dawn. In the Fire City, Lianhanmo Castle will be captured in less than a day, and I believe that the task entrusted by the king will be beautifully completed."

The sage of the mist sat on a high plush leather chair, his huge eyes scanned every corner of the prosperous fire city in front of him, and he was sure that there was no big problem, but when he glanced at the mage tower, he couldn't help frowning.

With his eyes fixed on the mark of the mage tower, the sage of the mist suddenly thought of something, stared blankly at the full moon priest, opened his mouth like a boundless black hole, rows of jagged teeth and green forked tongue exposed He came out and said in Elf language:

"I seem to remember that two elven assassins under your command have infiltrated the city of Wanghuo, will it affect our plan? After all, you understand why we are so low-key, and even endured for so long to create a false impression on the side of the steel barrier, It's just for the surprise in front of me, I don't want you to be disappointed."

"How is it possible? They were sent out before because they were influenced by the general council of elders and wanted to snatch an enchanted item. And one came back and the other died. They didn't say anything about their plan at all. At most, the other party thought they were here to grab something." Yuan Priest Yue said confidently, and on his old face, a pair of green eyes looked dissatisfied at the old orc in front of him.

He felt that the other party was too proud to rely on nearly two thousand half-orc soldiers in his hands.

The mist sage nodded slightly, and asked with interest: "I don't know what that enchanted weapon is. It is impossible for ordinary enchanted weapons to affect your elf priests. It seems to be of good quality."

"You don't need to ask these things, we'll continue to wait for the results of the next battle report." Priest Yuanyue replied coldly.

Seeing that the other party was fruitless, the Mist Sage was also not interested.He understood that Wanghuo City did not know about it, otherwise, when the troops were transferred this month, people with steel barriers would come to garrison, but now it seems that no one came at all, so they still hope to capture here easily.As long as he persisted in Wanghuo City for more than [-] days, the several half-orc tribes around the king would surely be able to obtain a good territory.

Living in barren land all year round has kept the strength of the half-orcs in trouble.They had to yearn for more fertile and delicious land, and those humans could use to grow farmland.

outside the barracks.

The fir forests on both sides swayed with curling firelight, and flames were crackling on the braziers erected.

Hundreds of humming orcs, with red eyes, continued to follow the troops in front and rushed towards the direction of Wanghuo City. They knew that as long as Wanghuo City was captured, their good days would come.

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"Snapped!"

A pair of pitch-black leather boots flashed an afterimage in the air, kicked a wooden door in front of him suddenly, and thick sniffing smoke rose on both sides, blurring Grant's vision.He frowned, walked from the room to the bedroom, and found strange bloodstains all over the floor. On the side of the gray bed, a middle-aged woman with long yellow hair was covered with scarlet liquid, running down the side of the bed. The corner of the bed is draining to the ground.

The smell of blood in the air, as well as the fluctuations caused by the disorder of the elemental particles, put Grant in a bad mood.

He understood that many people in the slums might have been attacked by this war elf assassin.

"It seems that the speed is going to speed up. Grandpa Vig is not here." Grant thought to himself. In the years when his parents died when he was a child, Grandpa Vig often gave him bread to eat, and occasionally brought some clothes.

Grant always had him in mind.After all, there are not many people who have an impression in his memory, and it can even be said to be in single digits, but he is still very clear.

Knowing that the other party was not here, Grant quickly went to the door,

"Go, go to the edge of my room." Grant ordered coldly. At the same time, when he was riding Heilu, he communicated with Lilian to let her perceive the approximate location of the elf. Although it is not clear, at least it can vaguely know.

"Hula la~~"

Running along the narrow road, trampled some shallow puddles.Grant asked nervously: "Lilian, how is it? Can you clearly perceive his approximate position?"

Grant knew very well that the elf assassin was definitely not in his room, otherwise Lilian would have notified him long ago.

Following a burst of distorted elemental fluctuations, Lilian quickly said with certainty: "You mean the assassin? He's 500 meters to your left, maybe farther away, and I can't really feel it."

"En." Grant nodded, and after urging Heilu to speed up, he suddenly disappeared into the corner as a black streamer.

Along the way, according to the information provided by Lilian, Grant also came to the center of the slum area. He found that some poor people began to appear on both sides. They ran towards him with wide eyes and panicked faces. Everyone was panicked. Even the look of fear in the eyes and the originally not dark atmosphere around him complemented each other perfectly.

"Roar~~"

Grant jumped down from Helu and approached the nearest aunt. He took a few glances and found that the other person looked familiar, but he was not sure of the other person's appearance and could not name it.

"You are Grant? Why are you here? Go away. There is a green-robed lunatic in front of you. He has killed many people." The red-haired aunt obviously knew Grant. After he finished speaking, he crawled and rolled away from the place just now, and ran towards the outside of the slum.

"It seems that the target has been found."

There was a glint of light in Grant's eyes. After holding the hilt of the sword, he rode Hei Lu and continued to move forward. He ran to the outside of Carl's room without stopping. He heard the ear-piercing and crazy voice, and the ancient elf language was full of its uniqueness. Xing, so Grant could understand who it was very clearly, picked up the long sword and approached.

When he reached tens of meters, Grant felt the elven sword in his hand suddenly buzzing and vibrating, and the row of elven words on the shining silver blade emitted a golden light.

"Huh?" Grant looked a little surprised, and muttered to himself: "Only people who are close to the elf sword will engrave each other's names on the blade, and then there will be a reaction when they get close. Could it be that I killed it?" A close person, that's why he ran here."

Thinking of this possibility, Grant's heart sank, and he thought about a way.

"Desperate stare!" Grant recited the mantra, and with the infusion of spiritual power, a thick mist wrapped around his head.