I'm not that kind of orc

"Hello!" I turned back to the queen, only to find that her breathing became obviously shorter and more rapid--the higher the altitude, the thinner the air, which made the burden of her flight heavier. few.

The dragon is the overlord of the sky, but even if it is as strong as her, as a creature, it still needs to breathe.Normally, this restriction might not be a big deal, but since the battle of defending the city, she has been driving this towering body to fight with the entire air strike force without stopping, before releasing the crimson domain to fight the lord-level monster with all her strength. The mist demon in her body greatly consumed her strength.

Under such a premise, the increased breathing burden has an even greater impact on her who is nearly exhausted but still flying at full strength than me, an orc.

Correspondingly, Azak, the corpse dragon under him, and the undead creatures he transformed don't even need to breathe, and don't have to worry about the extreme cold at high altitude. To escape under the pursuit of the enemy, it is possible to even turn around and fight back.

It turns out that, taking advantage of the fact that the most threatening queen has consumed a lot of physical strength, using the advantage of the undead to preserve her combat power and safely withdraw from the battlefield, is this the purpose of converting the remaining troops into undead creatures?

"No more deep pursuit!" Roland's reminder flowed into my mind, and she also noticed the situation.

"You can't continue to rise, you will die if you continue like this." I quickly patted the queen on the back and said to her.

Being wounded and chasing a prey that may fight to the death at any time is definitely not what a wise hunter should do. In the current situation, he can only give up rationally.

"Huh? Are you... looking down on me? Ha, ha... this assassin is right in front of you, how can... let him go here?" She replied intermittently.

Damn, you are gasping for breath and trying to be brave!

"Stop making trouble! In your state, if you force yourself to chase, not only will you not be able to avenge yourself, but you will be bitten back." I yelled at her.

"You bastard, you really dare to give me... arrogance! I am the queen!" It seemed that because she was about to be unable to catch up with the corpse dragon, her mood became extremely anxious, and her stubborn temper followed.

"Hey! You don't appreciate others worrying about you, do you? Believe it or not, I will climb up your neck and hit your head to knock you out!" I didn't back down at all, and then softened my tone a little , facing the stubborn dragon with a carrot in one hand and a big stick in the other, "You have fought enough today, don't push yourself anymore. Don't worry, even if he escapes today, I will search the entire field of giant beasts and kill him." Find it again!"

"You, you're not teasing me, are you?"

"I swear! If I break my promise, I will be at your disposal!"

It is my responsibility to liberate Azak's soul, and I am naturally obliged.

"This is...you said..."

The queen herself seemed to be unable to hold on any longer, she stopped flapping her wings, relaxed her body, stretched her wings to allow her body to slowly descend, while panting heavily.

Although a little reconciled, we can only watch the corpse dragon and the remaining undead giants fly to the sky, getting farther and farther away from us.

At this moment, we are quite far away from the ground, and there is only cold wind whistling around, but soon, distant cheers float up faintly from below.

"It's over. After Azak left, those Lichs fell. The behemoth army lost control and attacked and trampled each other in the valley. The orc cavalry solved them easily." On the airship The Roland of Roland communicated the situation on the ground to us through the familiar.

The outcome of this battle, which lasted for several days, was finally decided, and we succeeded in holding the strategically important Wallis Valley.

But I didn't feel relieved, but I shifted my eyes to the tomahawk that I just picked up in my hand.

What message did Azak want to convey to me when he threw this tomahawk to me?

Even if it is the ancestor, I will beat you (4)

"Igna!!!"

The cavalry of the Shouya clan walked into the city, and the leader, Lerogard, jumped off the wolf and rushed straight to Igna who was directing the aftermath.

Even Igna, who had always been calm and calm, was taken aback by his anxious look.

The distance between the residence of the Shouya clan and this valley is not very close compared to other clans, but the reinforcements of the Shouya clan were the first to arrive at the scene ahead of schedule.He should have learned the news that Igna was injured in the enemy's raid through the Eagle Book, so he personally led the reinforcements to fight here day and night.

"Are you injured!? Let me see!" He first raised Igna's burnt arm, his eyes widened immediately, then he squatted down again, and saw her stretching from under the animal skin skirt again. to the scar on the calf.

Just as he gasped, and stretched out his hand worriedly towards Igna's animal skin skirt, Igna finally reacted, raised her leg and hit him on the forehead with a knee.

"It's been done a long time ago! Where are you going to look in the crowd!?" Igna pressed her skirt, glared at him and scolded him severely, with a very rare expression of embarrassment on her face.

"Hiss..." Relogard covered his forehead as if in pain, raised his face with a hiss, then turned his gaze to Tilawa who was standing next to Igna to help, his eyes flashed fiercely, "Lontava's daughter! Tell me who hurt her, I'm going to chop that guy into meat paste and feed it to the wolf!"

"Master Chief, please calm down..." Tilawa took a step back in shock from his face.

Igna slapped Leilogard's head again sternly: "Don't scare her!"

I withdrew my gaze from there, and walked into the city with heavy steps step by step. The airship had already landed on the open space ahead.

Soldiers who were not injured ran past me and ran out of the city. The corpses of giant beasts that were slaughtered and the captured siege equipment filled the valley. Before celebrating the victory, there is still a lot of aftermath work to be done. deal with.

Beside the airship, I saw the person I was looking for - Roland was beside the airship directing the mages to go outside the city, and Feilan was standing beside her with arms folded.

When Roland saw me walking by, he first raised his eyebrows meaningfully, and then said, "It's still winter, otherwise there will be a plague if so many corpses are piled up in the valley if they are not burned in time."

"Eh? Do you want to burn it?" I froze for a moment.

"What else can you do if you don't burn it?"

"I think drying that much meat can be enough for several months' rations."

"You really dare to put anything in your mouth. Stupid, those giant beasts have been polluted by the fog demon, and they will be poisoned if eaten." Roland smiled wryly and shook his head, "Even if they are not polluted, it is difficult to protect the enemy. No weird tricks have been done to control them."

"Okay." I scratched my head.

"Wait a minute!" At this moment, Feilan interjected as if she could finally bear it no longer.With a slightly displeased expression, she raised her finger to my shoulder, "What's the matter with this guy?"

A dragon queen's head was resting on my shoulder, her eyes were closed, and she was breathing deeply.

She was sleeping peacefully on my back, the reason why she had to walk so hard to enter the city was because I was carrying her on my back.

When the Dragon Clan transforms into a human form, it seems that for the convenience of movement, it will use magic power to reduce some of its own weight, so as to avoid the embarrassing incident of stepping on the floor with human-sized feet and creating a pothole.

But even so, this slender-looking female dragon still exploded.

"She was so tired that she couldn't stand firmly when she came down, so I had to carry her on my back, but she fell asleep directly." I replied honestly.

Her exhaustion in the battle was more severe than I imagined. She tried her best to fly high into the sky to chase the corpse dragon, which almost exhausted her remaining physical strength. She clamored for me to serve her.

She has contributed a lot to this battle, no matter how much she has to carry her back to such a small matter, it should be done.

Feilan put her hands behind her back, hesitated for a moment, then blushed and muttered coyly: "Then... I'm tired too."

"Oh, then go and rest quickly." I replied casually.

As a result, the girl immediately widened her eyes and stepped on me: "Go to hell, idiot!"

... Isn't this very spiritual?

Then she stared angrily at the queen for a while, then suddenly thought of something, her face changed, and she suddenly showed her trademark malicious smile: "Is she really asleep this time?"

"What the hell are you planning?" I looked helplessly at this girl who had no idea what kind of death thoughts were coming up.

"Hmph, there are a lot of things I can do while she's asleep." Fei Lan smiled, and raised her hand towards my shoulder, as if she wanted to prove that the Queen was really asleep and was about to poke her. look at her face.

As a result, I heard a "click" in my ear, and Feilan's eyes widened suddenly, and she withdrew her hand as if she was shocked.

"This guy... is pretending to be asleep! She wanted to bite me just now! The mouth full of fangs is scarier than that girl's mouth!" Feilan pointed at the queen and accused angrily, "What are you still standing there for? Throw this bastard down!"

The queen laughed twice, rubbed her chin on my shoulder, and replied leisurely: "I like biting people in my dreams."

"Just don't bite my neck on a whim." I sighed.

I said you two actually have a very good relationship, every time you meet you are so lively...

I turned my gaze to the ground and started a conversation with Roland: "Then these are those Lich."

"That's right." Roland nodded.

Several elf corpses recovered from outside the city were neatly arranged on the ground—the corpses of elf sinners who manipulated giant beasts. All of them were haggard, with tattoos representing sinners printed on their faces.

Then, each corpse bore a distinct sword wound on its neck.

"The magic power and traces of necromancy still remain on the corpses, obviously they were all killed by the magic sword." Roland said lightly, "the moment they died, they were transformed into puppet corpses."

"Doing this will make them stronger?"

"No, it's weakening instead." Roland shook his head, "It's totally different from transforming into a lich. The puppet corpse is a mage who was forcibly transformed into an undead by external force without voluntary sacrifice. The soul left behind is Those who are incomplete can only be regarded as middle-level undead. Although they retain part of their spellcasting ability in life, they do not have their own will, and can only mechanically execute the orders of the caster. Generally speaking, their combat ability is far inferior to that of life. .”

Even if it is the ancestor, I will beat you (5)

"Isn't it pointless to turn these guys into zombies?" After listening to Roland's explanation, I couldn't help being a little speechless.

In the end, Roland shook his head again: "That's not necessarily true. In a sense, the middle and low-level undead without independent will are the most loyal, and they will never defy the will of the caster. I just asked The subordinates used demons to search the corpses piled up in the valley and the camp outside. Except for the escaped Azak, the only managers of this army were these sinners. These sinners should be in charge of managing the giant beasts. The magic tools they carry have corresponding traces of spells. After Azak kills them and turns them into his own puppet corpse witch, this army is completely under his control."

"He is the commander-in-chief of this army, right? Is it necessary to do this?"

"If he intends to capture Wallis Valley with all his heart, there is really no need to do so. But Bullock, don't you think it's strange that Azak led the siege this time?" Roland asked seriously.

I was silent.

Roland hit on the question that I have been concerned about.

The detailed tactics, as well as the adaptability on the battlefield are all remarkable, but they only made low-level mistakes on the most critical fighter plane-the siege battle commanded by Azak has a big problem. contradiction.

Moreover, at the end he gave me a battle ax with soul fragments attached.

"It seems that it is necessary to investigate carefully." Roland said quietly, stretched out his hand and aimed at one of the corpses and began to cast a spell.

The body that had been so cold immediately twitched twice, and then suddenly opened its eyes, with a cold blue light in them.

"What are you doing?" I couldn't help being stunned by this weird picture.

"Use spiritual magic to extract his memory before death, give me your hand, and I can share the extracted memory with you." Roland held out his other hand to me expressionlessly.

I hesitated for a moment, and reached out to hold Roland's slender fingers.

For a moment, my vision flickered, and then I felt a huge flood of fear forcefully poured into my mind. At the same time, the picture in front of me changed:

The lights flickered in the dim tent, and the tall orc in his vision, wearing a coat of arms, approached slowly with a broad sword glowing with cold light.

It was Azak, with the corpses of several elves laying at his feet, and the wound on his neck was bleeding profusely.

"Stop! You lunatic!" The owner of the vision sat on the ground, desperately moved back, and waved desperately in fear.

Then, the field of vision turned to an ethereal figure in the corner of the tent.

"Old, teacher! Help me! Stop him!" the owner of the vision shouted in despair.

His plea for help was useless at all, Azak strode forward bluntly, raised his sword and dropped it, accompanied by the sound of the blade cutting through the flesh, his vision suddenly turned and became blurred at the same time.

When the consciousness faded away, there was a voice of dialogue drifting over.

"Is it really meaningful to turn my lovely students into your puppets?" asked the vague figure.

"The difference in individual combat power is of little significance in a battle. An army can only exert its maximum combat effectiveness under the command of a unified will. Only in this way can the demons they summon be deployed by me. This siege battle It's hard to fight, even if one of your people doesn't listen to my command, it will lead to failure, I don't intend to take this risk, for victory, this is a necessary sacrifice." Azak responded in a cold voice.

After a short silence, the figure sneered: "Okay, let me trust you once, don't let me down."

Then the figure disappeared like a puff of swaying smoke.

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