In the past few days, Luo Lan had come to the camp of the orc captives for the third time, and he put down the body of an orc officer who had just lost his breath, and slowly retracted his gaze, faintly surprised in his heart. [Latest chapter reading.]

The battle with the orcs is imminent, he must understand the characteristics and details of the opponent's battle, although there are a large number of records depicting the orcs and humans fighting in books and historical materials, but most of them focus on the greatness of the resistance heroes, and depict those exaggerated stories in thick and colorful colors, although the barbarians do not seem to have this habit, but their records are mostly vague, and their eyes are extremely limited, often only describing the victory and defeat of the war and the date of the battle in flat sentences, and the value is even lower.

And what is especially important is that the orcs of more than ten years ago are obviously not the same as today.

The most intuitive concept is to get in touch with it.

There is never any mercy in the war, although the orcs who survived that night were only about a few hundred, and some were even seriously wounded, but the torture was still ruthless, and the ordinary soldiers knew only a little, and they did not understand the human language, so they focused on the officers and clergy, but the orcs who invaded Beiseleng this time were obviously a group of elites, not only physically strong, but especially powerful, the firmness of the will had penetrated into every nerve, and it seemed to be a luxury to find out even a little reliable and useful information from it。

So, Luo Lan could only take action in person.

The orc kingdom is a theocratic country, and the worship of its own gods is also extremely fanatical, even at the moment of dying, it is also firm and abnormal, which makes the absorbed memories only a few scattered fragments, however, some things, as long as a little clue is enough for Luo Lan.

He exited the tent and was soon found by a stable under the escort of several Templar swordsmen. There was an orc soldier captive locked here, the smell of sweat and filth could be smelled from a distance, and people passing by took a detour to avoid it, and several guards saw Luo Lan coming, and had to nod and come up with a bitter face.

At first glance, he looked like a werewolf from the highlands of Antarói, with a young and strong body. The bulging muscles were hidden under the fine gray-white hair, the slightly pointed ears turned vigilantly, and several chains were tied to the body, and the group of people who walked by did not say a word.

Luo Lan's gaze turned around on him and looked down condescendingly. "Which legion do you belong to?"

The werewolf looked at Luo Lan blankly, as if he didn't know what the latter was talking about.

"My lord, he doesn't seem to know human language. A swordsman interjected with a wry smile.

"No, he understands," Luo Lan's sharp gaze stabbed the werewolf's face, and said slowly, "Did you say?"

The werewolf's expression was even more puzzled.

"If you don't say it, then I'll say it," Luo Lan smiled faintly and said, "Your name is Ramdica, and you are a captain." You learned the human language before you came to Beiselen, and the members of your squad are descendants of warriors who died in the battle between humans and orcs more than ten years ago, and you have a younger sister at home, and her fiancé is your direct commander, right?"

Seeing that the werewolf's gaze gradually became suspicious, Luo Lan smiled and said, "You must be very curious about how I know, in fact, ......"

At this point, he deliberately shut his mouth, although the werewolf didn't move. But the ears were stiffly erect upward, and the muscles were tense.

Luo Lan sighed and said, "Actually, these are what your direct commander Atama told me. ”

There was a crisp collision of chains, and the werewolf suddenly jumped up with excitement and shouted, "You are talking nonsense! Atama will not betray!"

Luo Lan looked at the werewolf and smiled: "It's you, you really understand," he waved his hand to a middle-aged man in charge of torture, and said, "You must find a way to take out something useful." Don't get killed. ”

"Yes!" the middle-aged man smiled hideously, and the scar on his face was twisted a little.

Looking at the smile in Luo Lan's eyes, the werewolf seemed to feel deceived, and angrily grabbed the necklace and shook it desperately, as if he was about to break free immediately, his mouth was a snorting panting, and his eyes were bloodshot. But after a while. He suddenly calmed down, and the light of the fire reflected in his face. A hint of weirdness appeared, he looked at Luo Lan, and said, "You will definitely die under the hands of the great shaman! I believe, you will!" When the werewolf said this almost cursed sentence in an extremely affirmative tone, several guards looked timid, and twisted their bodies uneasily, and the middle-aged man next to him suddenly felt a burst of creepy, and after a while, he seemed to react, and shouted angrily: "Look at what, give him some hardship!"

The guards suddenly came to their senses, stepped forward and pressed the werewolf to the ground, and the whip in his hand was whipped down without a head or face, but the werewolf's head was always raised upward, and his eyes were fixed on Luo Lan's face, which was a wordless provocation and demonstration.

"Great shaman?" Luo Lan smiled faintly, took a step forward, lowered his figure, and said, "I'll wait." With that, he turned and left.

The werewolf trembled, he seemed to feel something, and his heart suddenly panicked, and roared at Luo Lan's back: "It is impossible for you to defeat our army......!

The terrible voice came from afar in the prisoner camp, and Luo Lan didn't turn his head back, originally he wanted to return to the city lord's mansion, but his expression moved, as if he noticed something, and turned around and walked towards the tent on the south side, compared to the blood and dirt in other places, this place was very clean and different, not only that, but also calm and a little strange.

Luo Lan looked around and said to the several Templar swordsmen behind him, "You stay here. ”

"Yes!"

Luo Lan carefully opened the tent, and suddenly, a strong smell of wine came to his nose, which was mixed with some extremely unpleasant smells, he glanced at it, and found that three or four orcs were hanging their heads, and several were lying on the ground, their clothes were thrown aside, and they seemed to be drunk.

Judging by the costumes, the captive tent was full of orc witch sacrifices.

The clergy have a very high status in the orc kingdom, and the low-level witch sacrifices are usually composed of some religious madmen, and there is almost no reason for the military affairs and other things. Luo Lan remembered that he himself had said in advance that he wanted to keep these people, because they had more uses, so it was not too difficult, and even tried to meet some of their special needs.

Luo Lan glanced at it a few more times, and just wanted to quit the camp. But the faint doubt in his heart always lingered, and after carefully examining it again, he finally fixed his eyes on an orc, and he took a few steps forward, and suddenly his face changed. On tiptoe, he retreated out of the camp tent like flying, and the divine aura on his body suddenly emerged, illuminating the entire camp as if it were day.

Two orc bodies burst silently before his eyes!

Corpse Explosion!

The green rotting flesh instantly corroded the tough leather tents around them into holes like rotten sores, but as soon as it splashed around Luo Lan, it was melted into a faint mist, and then rose upward.

Necromancer! Luo Lan just flashed this thought in his mind, and immediately noticed that two figures flew towards him, and in the blink of an eye, he came to him, he suddenly snorted coldly, and a brilliant glow bloomed in his hand. After a loud bang, the two bodies were shattered into the air before they could make a difference.

Luo Lan's mind was quickly calculating, he knew that this spellcaster must be nearby, but there was a clearing around it, except for the underground, there was no place to hide, no!

His eyes stared sharply at the tattered tent, almost as soon as his toes hit the ground. The figure suddenly turned into a phantom and rushed there.

"Boom!"

Another corpse burst open under the tent, and a gray figure actually came out of it, only for a moment, but suddenly disappeared out of thin air.

In the dark skylight, Luo Lan stood alone, he frowned and looked at the item in his hand and was silent, and he could vaguely distinguish that it was originally a broken skeleton emblem.

The Castle Lord's Mansion.

Athena, who was meditating, suddenly stood up and sighed, "Why are you here?"

A man in gray stepped out of the shadows. She lifted her hood to reveal the face of a young woman, only pale, and she snorted, "I want to ask, how did you end up here?" This woman is the necromancer who controlled the undead quark giant elephant to hit the city gate that day.

"You're here to assassinate him?" Athena looked at each other quietly. The moonlight shining through the window on her perfect cheeks looked dusty. The gray-clothed woman's body shook. Hatefully wiped the blood stains that spilled from his mouth, and said, "A mere papal bishop, do you think it will be put in the eyes of the senators?"

Athena looked at her and didn't say a word.

"Forget it," the woman in gray waved her hand and said, "Borrow your place to hide and leave, this favor is counted as what I owe you." ”

Athena shook her head and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, you can't go." ”

The gray-clothed woman's face changed, and she said, "You want to stop me?" She took a step back, but there was a stumble under her feet, and she hurriedly held on to the wall, her tone softened, and said: "Don't worry, I won't tell you about seeing you, I advise you to leave here as soon as possible, as soon as the orc army arrives, do you think you can really resist it with these armies in the city?"

Athena showed a determined look in her eyes and said, "You are wrong, I am not for myself, but I will not allow anyone to hurt him in secret." ”

The woman in gray seemed to be a little angry, but she thought about it for a while, and said dejectedly: "Don't worry, even if you assassinate me, I am not his opponent, and besides, I didn't want to take care of this matter in the first place, my agreement with the orcs has been completed, but the light dragon ...... Anyway, I've got to get to the bottom of it! I doubt it'......."

Athena sighed, and a green glow instantly appeared in her hand.

"Then you can't go. ”