Somewhere in the forest, a hundred lion-eared orcs walked carefully.

They were dressed in tight-fitting cloth garments, with a tight belt around their waists, and two broken knives pinned around their waists, and the tight clothes lined the orcs' figures strongly.

"It's almost time to get to Tomorrow City, don't forget the mission of this trip, see how damaged the walls of Tomorrow City are, and it's best to go into their city to see the damage."

"It doesn't matter if you can't see it, we act when we see the opportunity, and the most important thing is to save our lives."

A hundred orcs crossed the canal and whispered to the King's mission - to scout for Tomorrow's City!

Yale held out a hand, and the lionmen behind him slowed their pace, looking nervously at each other, each tensing their muscles.

The captain sniffed, and with a keen sense of smell, he smelled the bones of the corpses, and pushed aside a patch of grass to see a few blood-colored broken bones.

Using broken bones as a radius, he found a fragment of the Lionheart's golden lion's white cloak, which was the Templars' mantle.

The temple cloak was so beautiful that Yale still remembers the first time he wore the white lion cloak, standing on the city wall, and the cloak was blowing outside the city.

"Be careful of the forest, their forest is full of dangers, I don't understand why those civilians managed to escape through the forest to Tomorrow City, where the Holy Horsemen are planted." Yale's face was gloomy and uncomfortable.

Someone was puzzled: "Under the impact of the beast tide, the fierce beasts of the forest should be taken away, what are you afraid of?" ”

"In our line of work, be careful."

The lion-eared orc blinked, with a faint golden glint in his eyes, and the Adam's apple around his neck was very large, making him one of the most powerful Templars in the Temple.

They were the intelligence soldiers of the Temple, wearing only cloth clothes and no heavy armor.

Because they knew that it was very dangerous to go to Tomorrow City to find out the news, and they had sent a hundred intelligence spies to find out the news, but none of them came back.

In the face of a high loss rate of nearly 100%, the Scout's defense is secondary, and escape is the first priority.

Wearing cloth clothes can reduce the lionman's escape weight to a very low level, and if necessary, he can abandon his clothes and pursue a zero-weight run.

"We are not allowed to die this time, even if we can't find out the news, as long as we return alive, the king will reward us for being the powerful warriors of the Lionheart Country."

Yale did not pick up fragments of his cloak or bury the earth for his former warriors, lest he leave footprints that could be traced by the enemy.

"Yes, but is the forest on the outskirts of Tomorrow City really that terrifying?" The Templar in his prime, looked suspicious.

"Shhh, there is only one lion man who has entered here and can go back alive, many awakened people have been planted, don't leave it to ......chance," he shook his head and continued to move forward.

The scouts behind him suddenly stopped talking, they had listened to the captain say countless times about the danger, and no matter how stupid they were, they knew the danger here.

They are all front-line personnel in the temple, and their combat power is extraordinary, and they often go to enemy towns to inquire about news, and go deep into various terrains to find out news, and they are very experienced and can flexibly deal with all troubles.

If it weren't for a royal order from Wangcheng to summon them back to the city, they would still be inquiring about the news in the Niutou Country and the Tiger Country.

The small city of tomorrow is a newly established big city, and these veterans don't believe that the city of tomorrow has so much energy, and no matter how difficult it is, they can't escape.

If you can't find out, they can escape, and there aren't many awakened people in this world who can outrun these scouting veterans.

Entering the outskirts of Tomorrow City, the orcs clearly felt that the forest was very quiet.

The rustling of leaves, the swaying of leaves in the forest, and the sound is very clear.

The chirping of insects is very small, which is not normal compared to the chirping of insects in a normal forest.

They seem to be very depressed, could it be that the beast tide has put too much pressure on them, and they haven't recovered yet?

Yale frowned, as the captain of the scout for this trip, he had the right to stop the scout and lead the team away.

However, retreating less than five minutes into the forest would have tarnished the sacred reputation of the Lionheart Temple.

The lion man gestured with his hand, and the other orcs pursed their mouths, staring at the captain's gesture and interpreting the sign language:

"Let's move on for a while, send a few men up the tree."

The lion man understands and makes a "yes" gesture.

The lion-man stumbled up the tree in two steps, and in a few seconds he climbed to the top and looked out at the end of the forest.

The end of the forest was still green, and the height of the ten-meter wall was not too high to be observed with the naked eye at this distant scale.

The lionmen in the treetops sign in sign language, deciphering the information of the orcs who climbed to the top of the tree, and then sign down in sign language: "Everything is normal ahead." ”

"Keep scouting." The captain also replied with sign language and communicated silently throughout the whole process.

These sign languages are the result of years of development in Lionheart's intelligence industry, and are more subtle than speaking.

They are all front-line elites, haunting small towns in other countries, speaking the lingua franca of Lionheart will reveal their existence, using sign language without this worry, and unintentional gestures in life are enough to cope with simple communication.

Silent communication was the main point of action this time, and they felt safe before entering the borders of Tomorrow City, but after crossing the river and seeing the remains of the Templars, they began to communicate in sign language, trying not to reveal their voices.

Yale squinted his eyes and walked forward in small steps, not daring to step too heavily on each leaf, and the cloth shoes on the soles of his feet also cushioned friction well and reduced sound.

Suddenly, Yale's lion's ears trembled, and a subtle sound of breaking the air was heard.

Flutter flutter.

It was the flapping of birds, and Yale jerked into the green bushes and fell to the ground.

In order to maximize the concealment of reconnaissance, he had already rolled a few laps of mud after crossing the river, staining his whole body with mud.

When he lay down like this, he really became dirt under the bushes.

The ears of the rest of the orcs were not ornamental, and in less than a second, they had found a place to hide.

"Goo!"

"Goo!"

Pigeons skimmed through the woods and dug into the canopy of a certain tree, seemingly noticing their presence.

The captain of Yale, who was lying on the ground, frowned, it stands to reason that the pigeon flying in the woods will be seen by the treetop scout first, why did the scout just now not have time to sign to inform them.