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In an instant decision, Dai Lin swung the Tide Blade in his hand and slashed at the warlock. The sharp blade nearly cut through the space, causing a strange ripple - there was no water around, but the orc warlock magically heard the roar of the sea.

It's embarrassing.

Daelyn Prodmore is an out-and-out legendary powerhouse, this is his all-out sword, this poor warlock finds that he can't dodge this knife at all, and in desperation, he can only summon a hideous exoskeleton demon armor, hoping to buy himself some time.

Contrary to his wishes, the seemingly solid armor did not save the warlock, and he was cut in two.

Before Dai Lin could breathe a sigh of relief, a sharp cry echoed through the Grimbaatar fortress.

"Oh no! The master has been killed! ”

A flaming imp was shouting at his neck in a strange orc language.

And although Dai Lin didn't know what this little ghost was shouting, he could figure it out with his toes, what this guy said was definitely not a good thing!

Damn it!

Daelin held his left hand in a void, and a large hand made of seawater appeared out of thin air, grabbed the Flame Imp's throat, and sent it back into the Twisted Void.

Unfortunately, at this time, Grimbaatar's dragon-throated orcs had been alarmed, and a large number of orcs held torches and began to walk below.

When Dai Lin was still thinking about what to do, he was hit in the back of the head with a fist and fell unconscious.

……………………

When he woke up, Dahlin found himself buried in a pile of garbage. The rancid smell irritated Dalin's nose, and he felt a pain in his neck.

Not far away came the sound of orcs arguing, and although Dalin couldn't understand them, through the cracks in the garbage heap, he saw that the orc named Logosh was being whipped by the dragonthroat orc with a barbed leather whip.

The corpse of the warlock, severed by Dai Lin, was lying on the ground, burned beyond recognition by the lava. The dragonthroat orc pointed to the corpse on the ground as if to insult Nalogosh.

"What's going on?" Dai Lin was puzzled, "Could it be that this Logosh saved himself?" ”

As if tired of the fight, the orcs of the Dragonthroat Clan let go of Logosh, carried him to the side of the garbage heap, and then yawned and cursed and left. It seemed that they were sure that Logosh would not be able to escape, and this time they didn't even bother to lock the cage door at the door of the house, so they left here directly.

When the orcs finally walked away, Rogosh began to summon the power of the water elemental to heal himself, and then began to try to communicate with Darin.

Logosh didn't speak lingua franca, and Daelin didn't know orc, but the two could talk to each other wonderfully through the power of water.

A stream of water slowly flowed towards Dai Lin, and a small splash seemed to greet Dai Lin: "Hello, human. ”

Feeling the kindness of Logosh, Dalin replied to a stream of water and swirled in front of Logosh: "Hello, did you save me?" ”

As if to understand what Dahlin meant, Rogos grinned and smiled ugly—his teeth had been knocked out, and there were only gums left.

"Yes, I think I need to help my friend destroy this demon fortress." - The water turned into a ball of water and slammed into the wall and on the ground, and Dalin couldn't understand the exact words from the current, but he could understand the general meaning of the orcs.

Now Dai Lin was even more confused.

It seems that because Logosh, who was healing on the side, touched the wound, the water suddenly rippled, and then fell into calm again.

In Dai Lin's confusion, the calm water fell into an eerie stillness, as if to express his apology, and then the water turned into a bubble that enveloped Dai Lin, as if to explain that he wanted to protect Dai Lin.

Dalin nodded, and the current outlined a large skeleton, followed by an orc enslaving a dragon. Thanks to the blessing of the court education in the past, although Dai Lin is a rough man, he can still draw a few freehand paintings, manipulating the flow of water, Dai Lin expressed his own question - where is the orc with the demon soul?

Logosh pointed to his wound with difficulty, and motioned to wait. After a long time, after he had finally regained some of his spirits, Logosh controlled the flow of water and began to carefully build a model in the air.

Daerin squinted his eyes and observed the model himself, which seemed to be the situation of the entire fortress, and in each room there was a simple and understandable representation of the things or people in the room using a small water man.

When the water model was finally completed, Rogosh coughed and froze the model into ice. Then, he dipped the blood from the corner of his mouth to mark a room in the corner of the upper floor. Then Logosh thought about it again and drew a path with blood between the room he was in and the marked room. Dai Lin found that there were almost no dragon-throated orcs standing guard on this road.

Handing the model to Dai Lin, Logosh lay on the ground weakly, waving his hand to signal Dai Lin to hurry up, Dai Lin didn't care about anything else, holding the blood-stained ice sculpture and leaving the prison.

On the way, Dai Lin's heart was really a little messy.

Originally, in the admiral's opinion, orcs were bastards who didn't know what justice was, but this orc completely refreshed his impression.

Do you really want to say that the orcs of the Frostwolf Clan are different?

Dai Lin thought as he quickly hurried to the meeting place.

At this time, it was late at night, and after arriving at the meeting room, Dai Lin found that Zuifeng and the others were already waiting for him.

"Dalin, what's wrong with you? The orcs seem to have had a warlock killed, and they're all headed for where you're looking - are you alright? Seeing Dai Lin appear, Drunken Wind let out a sigh, "Huh? What do you have in your hand? ”

Dai Lin roughly recounted what had happened, and roughly recounted the shouts and curses of the Orcs of the Dragonthroat Clan.

After listening to it, it took a lot of effort to roughly translate it, it was indeed Logosh who took the blame for Dai Lin, and the insult of the Dragonthroat Orc said that he didn't know what to do, if it weren't for the fact that this Logosh held an important secret of the Dragonthroat Clan, he would have been killed.

"In other words, this orc is basically credible?"

Drunken Wind nodded.

Dalin raised the ice sculpture in his hand: "This is the terrain of the Grimbaatar Fortress he gave me, and it seems that this blood-marked place is where that Necruz is located." ”

Seeing the mark of blood, Onexia thought carefully: "No wonder we can't find any trace of Nex Cruise, he hid himself in an inner room, and then disguised the outer door as a wall!" I've seen there, there's no door, just a wall! ”