If you were to rank all the least popular creatures in the wasteland, orcs would definitely be in the top five, no matter what criteria you use. These sapient creatures, supposedly of beast blood, were brutal and never engaged in any production or herding - anyone outside their own tribe, even property of the same kind, was their target, and the fugitives from the civilized world figuratively nicknamed these creatures: locusts.

For the barbarians who are also the natives of the wasteland, these locusts are more hateful than the cold and the beasts, they are always circling around their camps like scavenging wild dogs, ready to plunder livestock and goods, there is no tribe that has not been attacked by these nasty bugs, even under the rule of Karan, the Chatula still die at least a hundred people every year because of the war with the orcs, and the hatred of the orcs has almost become the innate instinct of the Chatula. Because of this, when the news came out that the tribal elders had reappeared and were ready to permanently eliminate or expel the orcs who had endangered the territory of the Chatulas, the whole tribe was immediately in a boil, and every camp, every tribe was talking about it, and people were strongly urging their leaders to participate in the operation, and every day dozens or even hundreds of people would go to the camp where Norn lived to worship the elders or ask for refuge.

While Norn was busy meeting with his enthusiastic subjects and pacifying and subduing some of them with a certain amount of strength, the team had quietly embarked on a journey to search for the traces of the orcs according to the prior agreement.

"Why didn't he just go to the rulers of those tribes, declare his identity to them, and then take back his power from them?" Sitting on the flat back of the python that Merr had turned into, Nack asked puzzledly, "He is the spiritual leader of the Chatula, and, with your help, I believe that the deterrent power of a mage who can defeat Karan is enough to make those people obediently submit." ”

"That's where Norn is smart," Rhaegar patiently answered his partner's questions, knowing that this was what everyone but Heim thought: We are outsiders after all, and if he relies on our power to get back what belongs to him, there are only two endings: either he will be in charge of the tribe smoothly, but everyone will see him as a traitor to the tribe, a slave of the outsiders, and the Chatula people will really go divided, or another Karan will be ushered in, and all the power will fall into our hands, and he will only become a puppet at our mercy like his ancestors. ”

"So he came up with this idea," even the most disliked Tomahawk understood what Rhaegar meant, "and use our power to destroy those orcs in order to gain prestige and show off his strength." And we, as part of his power, are only present as allies, not as ambassadors behind the scenes, so that we can both deter those who oppose them and avoid both outcomes. The dwarf shook his head slightly, lamenting the complexity of the power struggle.

"Our guests are coming," said Heim, who had been silent, suddenly, "there were sixty of them, and there were no worms on the ground, but there were some other beasts, probably wolves, about twenty in number. ”

The elf looked up at the sky, and a sturdy eagle was hovering above him. The Clare Eagles are the overlords of the wasteland skies, their eyes able to see through thick fog for kilometers, their flight speed surpasses that of any bird in the region, their iron claws and pointed beaks can penetrate thick armor, and despite their small size, an adult eagle can even grab a calf. When Heim saw the captured, wild and untamable eagle in Norn's camp, he was immediately captivated by it, and at his request, the eagle was given to him as a symbol of alliance. To people's surprise, the elves' natural nature was quickly recognized by the Eagle, and under Rhaegar's auspices, a contract of equal partnership was forged between the two parties, giving the team another good helper to scout and fight.

"Their target is not us," with the power of the Pact, Haim can share everything he sees with the Eagle, "and the orcs are heading about three kilometers west of us, where there is a team that looks like a fugitive, and if nothing happens, they will meet in two minutes." ”

"What are we waiting for?" the warlike dwarf was already a little impatient, and he stood on Mer's back like a commander in command of thousands of horses, wielding his double-bladed greataxe, "Change direction, to the west!" he shouted loudly, but was then entangled in the tentacles that suddenly popped out of the back of the swamp monster, and he rose into the air.

"Damn it!" the sudden attack made the tomahawk immediately realize what he was doing, "Hurry up and let me down, or I'll give you a taste of the power of my axe!" The dwarf shouted in mid-air, his face paleing with his natural fear of the swamp monsters.

His wish was granted immediately, and Merr let go of his tentacles and threw his tomahawk high into the air, as he sprang forward, carrying the dwarf on his back before he could hit the ground, and then swept across the ground like the wind and ran westward.

The team arrived just in time, and when the orcs carrying the giant wolves came into their sight, these hideous, ugly-looking, foul-smelling creatures had just surrounded the fugitives, and the group of fugitives, who numbered less than ten people, looked at the terrible enemies around them with pale faces and drew their weapons in despair.

"Your opponent is here!" the tomahawk, startled and nearly spit out by Melne's galloping run, finally found a target to vent his anger. With the inertia of the swamp monster running forward, the dwarf's stout body soared into the air and landed like a stone projectile thrown by a trebuchet, slicing open the heads of an orc and a giant wolf as it landed.

"Remember our last bet?" Rhaegar surprisingly didn't use magic, his form following the dwarves and charging into the enemy group, "Those big bugs interrupted our fight, is anyone willing to start over?"

As he spoke, the geist's iron fist transformed into several phantoms, and the three oncoming orcs flew backwards at twice the speed of the original under the heavy blow of the mountain, and all the bones in their chests were shattered. Without waiting for the corpses of these orcs to hit the ground, Rhaegar raised his leg and kicked lightly, and a giant wolf that tried to sneak up left the ground with a scream, and soon caught up with his dead master, and the three of them and one wolf almost partially smashed to the ground one after another.

"I'll be happy to accompany you!" said Haim, standing high on Mel's high back, as long arrows rained down condescendingly on the orcs who had just reacted, and between him and Rhaegar the sub-giants roared like a lion breaking into a flock of sheep, turning the enemies who dared to face them into corpses.

As easy as it may seem, the lesson of the last time the worm was on the ground had everyone on their toes. They were well aware of Rhaeggar's thoughts, and the geist didn't give up using magic just for the sake of the game. According to the agreement between the team and Norn, they must find out where the orcs are hiding and then try to lure the orcs out of their lair, and there is no doubt that some of these orcs in front of them will carry them through this task, and the magic may end the battle more quickly, but it will also make the surviving orcs more vigilant, and they will most likely give up returning to their lair in order to avoid bringing the disaster to their companions - the orcs are not as stupid as some people think, and they are very united.

Rhaegar easily navigated the dense onslaught of the orcs, a kind of melee combat for a spiriter accustomed to the use of magic, his marvelous footwork nullified all attacks against him, and each of his counterstrikes, whether punches, elbows, or knees, would kill an opponent, and in just two minutes, nine orcs and two giant wolves had fallen to his side.

A tall orc shouted wildly, the mace in his hand slammed into Rhaeggar's back, even a wasteland bear could not save his life under such a blow, and in front of and on both sides of the geist, two orcs and a giant wolf had also launched a flanking attack, and attacks from different directions reached Rhaeggar's side almost at the same moment.

A two-handed greatsword reached from the side, holding the huge mace, and before the orc could make the next move, the force pushed him backwards, and then, like a viper preying on prey, burrowed through the gap created by his retreat, and stabbed his throat.

Rhaegar seemed to have eyes behind him, and as Willy helped him, his tall, burly body suddenly retreated, breaking out of the encirclement through the gap created by the female warrior, and then, the geist reached out and grabbed the neck of the giant wolf that was rushing towards him, throwing it at the enemy in front of him, and he used his other hand to unblock the warhammer attacking from the left, and at the same time flew up and kicked the opponent in the abdomen.

"Thank you. Rhaegar and Willy stood back-to-back in the middle of enemies ten times their size, completely oblivious to their opponents, and while thanking them, two more fell under his fists.

"I know," Willy struggled to fend off the two broadswords, then flicked her wrist and slashed the greatsword through the bodies of both opponents with ease, "You have a way to deal with those attacks, but as long as I'm by your side, no one can do anything to you from behind." ”

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