A few miles away from Wanghuo City, on the protruding mountainside, here is the Chinese army camp of the half-orc army.

In the middle of the black camp, a black tent that was significantly larger and grander than the surrounding tents sat in the middle, illuminated by the light of the flickering torches around it, like a terrifying beast hidden in the darkness, ready to choose a human to love.

But in the tent, there was a warm light.

Several warriors in green robes, or heavy armor, were gathered together, and on a black fur chair covered with unknown magical beasts, Dewey, the Sage of the Mist, and Birrell the Full Moon Priest sat together, and they wore a red round table, spreading out a two-meter-long map, each marked by the location of Wanghuo City.

"Some of the assassins you sent to Birrell infiltrated Wanghuo City, and from the analysis of the situation, they did a good job. My 1,500 orc army is in a hurry to attack the city, I believe that at dawn, they will attack the city and the city of Wanghuo, and in less than a day they will take the castle of Hanmo, and I believe that they will be able to complete the task entrusted by the king beautifully. ”

The Sage of the Mist sat on a tall fur chair, his huge eyes sweeping every corner of the Flame City in front of him, making sure that there was no big problem, but when he swept over the Mage Tower, he couldn't help frowning.

His eyes were firmly fixed on the mark of the Mage Tower, and the Sage of the Mist suddenly thought of something, and looked at the full moon sacrifice in a daze, opened his mouth like a boundless black hole, and rows of jagged teeth and the tip of his green forked tongue were exposed, and said in Elven language:

"I seem to remember that two elven assassins under your command have infiltrated Wanghuo City, will it affect our plans? After all, you understand that the reason why we are so low-key, and even endure for so long to create a false impression on the side of the steel barrier, is because of the surprise in front of us, and I don't want to be disappointed on your side. ”

"How is it possible, they were influenced by the Council of Ordinary Elders to seize an enchanted item. And one came back and the other died, they didn't say anything about the plan at all, the other party thought at most that they were coming to grab something. The Full Moon Priest said quite confidently, and on the old face, a pair of green and gloomy eyes looked at the old orc in front of him dissatisfiedly.

He felt that the other party was too proud of the nearly 2,000 orc soldiers in his hands.

The mist sage nodded lightly, and asked with interest: "I don't know what that enchanted weapon is, it is impossible for ordinary enchanted weapons to affect your elven sacrifices, it is of good quality." ”

"You don't need to ask about these things, we still continue to wait for the results of the next battle report." The Full Moon Priest replied coldly.

Seeing that the other party was fruitless, the Mist Sage was no longer interested. He understood that the side of Wanghuo City really didn't know, otherwise when the troops were transferred in this month, there would be people from the steel barrier to garrison, but now no one is coming, so they still have hope of easily taking this place. As long as he persists in Wanghuo City for more than twelve days, Wang Concentrate will definitely be able to obtain a good territory with several half-orc tribes around him.

The perennial life of barren land has always trapped the strength of the orcs. They had to aspire to more fertile and delicious land, and those that humans could use to grow farmland.

Outside the barracks.

The fir groves on both sides flickered with firelight, and the braziers on the braziers crackled and burned.

Hundreds of humming orcs, with red eyes, continued to follow the troops in front of them and rushed in the direction of Wanghuo City, they knew that as long as Wanghuo City was captured, their good days would come.

…………

Slum.

"Smack!"

A pair of pitch-black leather boots streaked through the air and slammed a wooden door in front of him, and thick choking smoke dust rose on both sides, blurring Grant's vision. He frowned, walked down the room to the bedroom, and found that the floor was covered with strange bloodstains, and on the side of the gray bed, a middle-aged woman with long yellow hair was covered with scarlet liquid, which was flowing down the corner of the bed to the ground.

The smell of blood in the air, and the fluctuations caused by the slightest disturbance of elemental particles, made Grant feel bad.

He knew that many people in the slums had been attacked by the war elf assassins.

"It's going to speed up, Grandpa Vig isn't here." Grant secretly wondered that in the years when his parents died when he was a child, Grandpa Wig often gave himself bread to eat and occasionally brought some clothes.

For him, Grant has always kept it in his mind. After all, there weren't many people in his memory who could even be said to be in the single digits, and he still knew it well.

Knowing that the other party was not here, Grant quickly walked out the door.

"Let's go, go to the edge of my room." Grant ordered coldly, and while riding Heiru, Lilian communicated with Lilian to let her sense where the general location of the elf was, although it was not clear, but at least it could be vaguely known.

"Hulala~~"

Running on the side of the narrow road, trampling some shallow puddles. Grant asked with a nervous face, "Lillian, how's it going?" Can you clearly perceive his general position? ”

Grant knew very well that the elven assassin must not be in his room, otherwise Lillian would have informed herself.

With a fluctuation of twisted elements, Lillian soon said with certainty, "You said the assassin? He's five hundred meters to your left, maybe farther away, and I can't particularly perceive it. ”

"Yes." Gran nodded, urging Heiru to speed up, and he suddenly scribbled into a black streamer and disappeared into the corner.

Along the way, according to the information provided by Lillian, Grant also came to the center of the slum, and he found that some poor people began to appear on both sides, they ran to his side with wide eyes and panicked faces, everyone was panicked, and even the look of fear in their eyes complemented the non-gloomy atmosphere around them, perfect match.

"Roar~~"

Grant jumped down from Heiru and approached the nearest aunt next to him, and he noticed that the other party's appearance was somewhat familiar, but he was not sure of the other party's appearance and could not say his name.

"You're Grant? Why are you here, hurry up, there is a green-robed madman in front of you, he has killed a lot of people. The red-haired aunt obviously knew Grant, and she didn't pay attention to Heiru's huge body and the plesiowolf, but said in a panic, and even crawled away from the place and ran towards the outside of the slum.

"Come on, the target has been found."

Grant's eyes reflected a ghostly light, he held the hilt of the sword and rode on Heiru to continue to move forward, running continuously to the outside of Carl's room, hearing the piercing and crazy voice, the ancient elven language is full of its uniqueness, so Grant can clearly understand who it is, pick up the long sword and approach.

When he had just reached a few tens of meters, Grant felt the elf sword in his hand suddenly buzz and vibrate, and the row of elven words of the silver shining blade emitted a golden light.

"Huh?" Grant's expression was a little surprised, and he muttered to himself: "The elven sword is only a close person, and only people who are close to each other will carve each other's names on the blade, and then get close to each other, and then get close to each other, could it be that the person inside is the close person I killed, so he ran here." ”

Thinking of this possibility, Grant's heart sank and he thought of a way for a moment.

"Lost Gaze!" Grant chanted the incantation, and with the infusion of spiritual power, a thick mist wrapped around his entire head.