The military camp of the Denglanders stretched for ten miles, and from the entire Denglan area south of the Granduin River on the map, it was only a small point and a circle of paintbrushes, but when you really got closer, you could find the atmosphere of slaughter. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The tent of the Denglanders was very simple, almost a wooden tent and a curtain, and the outermost ring of logs was supposed to be a fence.

Such a military camp has almost no defense, and there is no echo of the front and rear layout, and there are few sentry posts.

With such a military camp of 10,000 people, I am afraid that if only a thousand strange soldiers attack and kill at night, it will immediately be the result of a complete collapse.

Of course, with hundreds or thousands of biosatellites in the sky, there are probably no surprise soldiers who can surprise these Denglanders.

And having and not being are two different things after all, even the savages know how to set up camp, and they know how to pull the rotten cloth to cover their shame, and it is obvious that the army of these Denglanders is really aided.

There are many savages in Middle-earth, the main two are the Rune people in the eastern desert and the Denlanders in the western rotten steppes, both of which were crushed after the fall of the Morgoth tree.

The Rune people Ling Qi have seen it a long time ago, only slightly better than the primitive people who drink blood with mushroom hair, animal skin wrapping, stone axes to kill, of course, there are also iron tools, either robbed, or simple and shoddy, looking at its camping is not as strict as the Denglanders, and there are no cloth tents.

Cloth is no more perishable than iron, and savages may weave cloth as well, but there is always something different between the fabric and the product of the workshop, not a difference between worn-out or new, but quality, which can be seen at a glance.

Along the road, put down a few patrols of the Denglanders, easily dissolving them into the ground and turning them into flying ashes, Ling Qi didn't care about the little traces left behind, he came mainly to find those targets at the same level that deserved his attention, to find out the truth, so as not to make the enemy secret, but not really to spy on any military intelligence, not afraid of being discovered.

Not long after, Ling Qi, who was almost integrated with the night wind, passed through the outermost area of the Denglanders, the old, weak, sick and disabled, and entered the core warrior area.

The habits of these savages are quite different from those of civilized people, and if the general human group has a vulnerable group, the old and weak women and children must always be treated a little preferentially, at least when there is a choice, and when it is absolutely necessary, who will nakedly use those weak people as human shields, is it no different from beasts?

Ling Qi did not have any doubts about the traditions of the Denglander people, and the pressure of life was different. If you don't have enough food and clothing, you can't live and die, and you still think about what virtues, that's what you are sick about.

With a calm face, he walked behind an extremely tall Denlander soldier, a ragged nine-foot-tall sentry whose eyes sparkled but he didn't notice it.

The gap between legends and mortals is extremely huge, this sentry is not weak, but unfortunately he is only a warrior.

Of course, a sentinel has a warrior level, and I have to admit that after years of hard life, the most powerful people in the tribe who can often mix food and clothing are indeed much better developed than humans in the normal world.

These savage warriors are poorly equipped, but their breath is very strong, as long as they are "well-equipped" regular soldiers, at least they are cutting-edge masters, more than half of them are elites, and there are as many as one-tenth of the warriors!

If it weren't for the fact that the savage tribes often couldn't support many warriors, their equipment was too poor, and they were afraid that the population would increase several times, or they would be equipped with the average number of adventurers in the human world.

Easily wiped off the necks of the savage warriors who looked like leaders in several especially tall tents, Ling Qi Shiran came to the eastern part of the camp, and the stench in the air that was covered by the faint smell of rotting grass immediately became rich again!

The stench was more than the body odor of the savages, and it smelled more like that of evil and filthy orcs.

It wasn't the smell of not bathing all year round, but the smell of bodily fluids, which was actually easy to remove, and Ling Qi had several ways, but except for Kalimdor's orc slaves, the rest of the orcs obviously wouldn't care about these.

The two camps were almost half as thin as the west, and the tents were even more rudimentary, with many orcs lying naked on the ground.

These situations can't be seen outside the camp, but when they get closer, they are more obvious, and the orcs really deserve the word beast.

There was a rude and loud snoring sound from the tents that leaked on all sides, and some tall orcs did not rest late at night, but instead whispered and fought under the campfire, surrounded by onlookers.

Looking at the strength and number of those small orcs, I am afraid that they are not specifically responsible for patrolling the night, but they have long forgotten their duties.

Ling Qi squinted his eyes and crouched in a shadow, looking at the group of tall orcs by the campfire!

"Mighty orcs!"

Ling Qi found two extremely obvious marks on the orcs' sturdy body and their equipment banners!

Ordinary orcs are no more than five feet tall, like large horse monkeys, cruel by nature but weak in combat. Only the nobles and white orcs among the orcs have the size of not inferior to humans, or even taller. The famous orc generals in history are almost all strong men of the white orc clan.

These orcs in front of them are taller and taller than the white orcs, all of them have muscular hair and rough green skin, just looking at them reminds people of the words strength and toughness!

Ling Qi recognized this kind of orc, because Saruman had provided him with a lot of experimental products, research materials, and innovation and perfection in the past few months, and the white-robed wizard had set the name for his masterpiece decades ago, called "Strong Orc"!

If the strong orcs are already the eye-catching mark of this family, then the white palms on the banners erected one by one are naked declarations!

"Saruman?!"

Ling Qi's eyes couldn't help but flicker, as if there were countless thoughts crossing his mind at the same time!

He didn't rush to make up his mind, and in an instant he jumped out of the shadows and quickly went deep into the orc camp, only to gouge through the entire camp after a few minutes, and on the opposite side was the fence and the wilderness, and those orcs actually accounted for half of the total number of troops!

Ling Qi made a rough calculation in his heart, according to the number of tents, the size of the enemy army was far beyond expectations, at least twenty or thirty thousand!

Half of the 20,000 or 30,000 enemy troops are orcs?

This result frightened Ling Qi, originally he thought that this was all a wild mantley army, but he didn't expect that there would be something else!

20,000 strong orcs can beat 100,000 Denglanders without crow war pets into dogs!

The quality of the Denglanders is not bad, but the equipment is too rubbish, and the proportion of serious fighters is too small. And the strong orcs, each of them is the best warrior, at least with the strength of the new level. Their equipment seems to be even worse, a set of rough iron armor, bars with burrs, and even basic polishing, but when it comes to them, they are the most suitable and terrifying weapons!

Except for Saruman, no one knows the potential and endurance of this monster better than Ling Qi, and if it weren't for the power of the territory, they would definitely be able to throw the fire demon a few streets away!

It's a natural fighting class!

It's just that there are so many strong orcs! Saruman has only seven or eight thousand strong orcs hiding in Isengard!

Ling Qi has been studying for so long, with the assistance of territorial power, and with the help of PP boys to analyze, there are only two or three hundred strong orcs under his command.

At this point, no matter how unbelievable he was, Ling Qi had to admit that he was afraid that Saruman's role in this invasion of the Denglanders was not simple, because no one or force other than him could provide so many strong orcs and half-finished troops at once!

Far from making the situation clearer, this makes it more complicated!

If Saruman, who provided first-hand information, was a liar, what was an impostor disguised as King Elron? His claim that Saruman was behind the Denlanders seemed to have been confirmed, but what about his so-called trap? What was his, their purpose?

Ling Qi has always liked to live the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain, and there is every reason to believe that whether it is Saruman, the fake elf king, or even the people from Amen Continent, they are not good birds.

The Great Demon Baal has descended in the north, Badert's messenger is about to arrive again, and Hittis is unknown, judging from his former number one thug "Whereabouts unknown", I am afraid that it has also arrived. Compared with these two big birds, the other rotten birds are stupid birds, they have no absolute strength, and all intrigues and tricks are child's play!

Ling Qi looked back at the dense military camp, smiled coldly, jumped out of the fence and prepared to leave.

If he can really encounter some traps this time, and then break them in advance, he will still have the heart to do some more actions, such as destroying the main force of the enemy army during a fierce fight, such as going to the empty space in the south of the barracks, which is probably the place where the iron-billed crow is tamed, and unleashing a new combo - "Lava Hell"!

In this way, although it exposes its own strength, it can clean up some annoying insects and ants.

Now, it doesn't seem like there's any need to expose yourself in advance, but fortunately it won't change the outcome, just the difference between a few more people dying and a few people dying less.

What do they think he has to do? Karim's overwhelming army of five paths?The newly formed Sixth Army?An army of tens of thousands of slaves?Hundreds of trolls?Could it be that Gandalf didn't make his prowess public?

Some people, not crippled, they never know the gap.

From the moment Ling Qi put his main focus on the improvement of his strength and perception, he knew that he would never be able to become the kind of wise man who could strategize, and he should be calculated by others.

Sure enough, it was rare to want to play tricks, but I fell into the trap, and I couldn't even figure out the purpose of others.

Fortunately, giving up absolute superiority in intelligence in exchange for absolute suppression in strength, violence cannot solve everything, that is because the power used to rape others is not enough!

Landing on the ground, borrowing slightly on the ground, Ling Qi immediately flew out like an arrow.

Just when he decided to leave, go back to crush everything with grandeur, and finally have a real duel with Barr, his eyelids twitched, and he immediately noticed that five or six powerful and peerless breaths were gathering rapidly, and three of them were out of the barracks behind him!

"Trap?"

Ling Qi slowed down, deliberately stood in place and began to wait.

He licked his lips, not only not afraid, but also a little expectant.

Although he already has a different idea of breaking the game, it is not his style to put the meat delivered to his mouth and not eat it!

Faced with the warning of the fake elf king, he scoffed, not for the identity of the guy who was discovered in advance, but because he really didn't care.

Whether it's Saruman or Amenzhou, even if the two parties really join forces to trap him for some inexplicable reason, will he be afraid?

He's the king of the West! He's the true Lord of the Fire!

He is Ling Qi, the demon of demons who devours all things!

Lynch Nerieva Seindu?

Saketas Iloda Eritan!

He is the Devourer of Nothingness!