Hengduan Mountains, Orc Valley.

The orc king, the high priest, and the five hundred orc warriors fought with the gargoyle knights of the undead.

This battle was really dark, and it lasted for more than three hours. The forest outside the Orc Valley was cleared of a clearing with a radius of nearly a kilometer by the criss-crossing magic and combat skills.

In the clearing, a large number of corpses of orc warriors were poured horizontally, scattered with fragments of broken skeletons, and the water in many potholes was red, the blood of orc warriors.

"Stop these skeletons, don't let them run!" The Orc King looked at the few gargoyle knights who were about to run and shouted.

By now, the orcs had suffered heavy damage, but there were not many gargoyle knights left, only a few of them left. The twelve undead no longer fell in love with the war, and fled in scattered ways to return to report the news.

That's what worries the Orc King!

"Crash!" There were orc warriors who operated powerful siege crossbow attacks, and three gargoyles were hit by arrows and fell from the sky with their knights, but eight gargoyle knights dodged the attack and flew out of the orc's sight.

"Damn it!" The Orc King slammed the tomahawk in his hand to the ground, looking annoyed.

"Your Majesty, the Great Sacrifice is no longer good!" Someone suddenly shouted.

"What!?" The orc king turned his head suddenly, looked at the source of the sound, and immediately saw the old high priest.

His face was covered in blood, his wrinkled face was ashen, his eyes were dull, and the biggest wound on his body was in his abdomen, and the dark magic had corrupted the flesh and blood on it, even rotting his intestines.

Seeing the orc king looking over, the high priest's face moved slightly. Seems to be laughing. He uttered the last words to the Orc King: "Your Majesty." The undead are strong and worried... They...... Report ......"

Before he finished speaking, the eyes of the great priest lost their sparkle and had returned to the arms of their ancestors.

The orc king's heart trembled, he turned his head to look around, and saw the miserable situation everywhere, knowing that this time his decision to fight the undead was wrong, he was too impulsive.

"Hey!" The Orc King stomped a golden skull at his feet. This is Alonso's head, and he is no match for the Orc King. After all, the power of the quasi-saint cannot be compared to the true martial saint.

But so what?

The Orc King Sorg's eyes were full of horror: "Undead, is it so powerful?" ”

No one answered him, and the great priest who used to be his brain trust had returned to the bosom of his ancestors.

Standing there for a full ten minutes, Sorg calmed down completely, he looked up at the surviving orc warriors, and said with difficulty: "Burn the bodies of our warriors, and don't let them become slaves to the master of death." ”

The orcs silently carried out the orders of the Orc King, as the flames rose into the air. Sorge gave the second order: "Order, continue the migration." We've got to get out of here as much as we can. ”

He understood the words of the High Priest. If a gargoyle knight has fled, and they have already made a grudge against the undead, then next time, there may be more undead coming.

The orcs could not afford such a loss.

"Your Majesty, we are not afraid of the undead!" A warrior shouted.

"I know your courage and strength. But we still have children, and we must live and shelter them to grow up! Sorg said bitterly.

With his understanding of the Lord of Death, the other party will definitely come to retaliate, and once the battle will be killed, death will increase the strength of the other party, and the other party will become stronger and stronger, while their strength will be continuously weakened, and in the end they will definitely be wiped out.

Therefore, it can only be relocated as much as possible.

Just now, he was so impulsive! Sorg regretted it, but it had already happened and there was no going back.

The orcs began to migrate almost immediately, totaling more than 50,000 people, including more than 40,000 orcs, more than 10,000 Terran women and half-orc descendants, and their plan was to keep moving deeper into the Hengduan Mountains.

Time passed in the blink of an eye, and at noon on the third day, the orcs began to assemble and prepare to go.

At this time, someone suddenly shouted: "Dragon, green dragon, there is a green dragon in the sky." ”

Sorg looked up, and sure enough, he saw a green dragon hovering in the sky, it wasn't Vianna a few days ago.

This time, the opponent flew very high, at least five hundred meters, so although he kept circling in the sky, Sorg could not do anything.

"It's not going to work like this, it looks like I'm going to have to train some flying mounts." Sorge made up his mind.

"Look, something is being thrown down." Someone shouted again.

Sorg looked over and soon saw that the remains of gargoyles and skeletons had been thrown down, and counted eight of them, which was the number of gargoyle knights who had fled that day.

A voice came down from the sky, it was Rollin: "Sorg, do you like the gift I gave?" ”

Sorg gritted his teeth and roared loudly, "You brought those undead? ”

"So what?"

yes, yes so what? He couldn't help the other party.

At this point, Sorg no longer had the strength to be angry, he took a deep breath, suppressed the frustration that welled up in his heart, and shouted, "What do you want? ”

"Not much. You must have seen the power of the undead, too. You're lucky this time, we've intercepted all the escaped gargoyle knights for you, so you won't need to worry about revenge from the undead for months. During this time, you are enough to lead your people to relocate. However, the patience of the undead is very high, you can hide for a while, but don't try to hide from them for the rest of your life, think about it, Sorg! ”

After saying this, the green dragon in the sky flapped its wings and flew towards the north.

Sorg fell silent again.

"Majesty?" After a long moment, an orc warrior spoke suspiciously.

"It's fine. Let's go, let's go. ”

At this moment, there are two words circling in the orc king's mind, 'terran' and 'undead', who is his most terrible enemy on these two sides?

After walking some way, Sorg's eyes suddenly fell on a human woman, this is a mother, her body is very weak, her height is less than the chest of an orc warrior, her weight is less than half that of an ordinary warrior, the road in the dense forest is very uneven, she walks a little staggering, but she always protects the child in her arms.

Look at the child again, the Terran has pink and smooth skin, but there is still some fluff on her face, and two small pointed fangs the size of a grain of rice, which means that she is of orc blood.

This is a little girl, even from the eyes of an orc, this is a cute little thing, and after looking at it for a while, Sorge found that the depression and irritability that filled his heart had disappeared by most of it, and had been replaced by two feelings: peace and responsibility.

Yes, the child, it was her child, but also the child of the orcs.

A hint of realization suddenly appeared in Sorge's heart: "After many years, the orc race will be integrated into more and more human bloodlines, and the hatred of the human race will eventually ease one day, because we are all living beings, and there is a gap in appearance, but there is no huge gap in essence." But those who are resurrected will only destroy them, and they are the mortal enemies of all living beings. ”

Looking at the orc clan behind him, Sorg finally sighed: "It seems that if there is a chance, you have to unite the human race." ”

He still hated Rollin because the other party cut off one of his arms, because the other party gave him a bitter taste of failure. But he also had to admit the wisdom and strength of that Terran warrior. If he cooperates with the Terrans against the undead, then the orcs still have a chance to live. If the orcs watched this catastrophe, then when the continent was completely destroyed by darkness, they orcs would not escape their fate.

He is a warrior, a warrior who regards glory as his life, but he is also the king of the orcs, and the future of the race is more important than the shame of personal defeat, and he must think about the future of his people.

…………….

"Where are we going next?" Vianna asked, "Back to your county?"

"No, I don't want to go back yet. We've only been out for less than 10 days. Rollin was now lying on Vianna's back, her head resting on her arm, her eyes squinting at the sky, and her face was at ease.

"Oh, where do you want to go?"

"Why don't we go to the Frost Lands and meet Edward, the commander of the Frost Crusade. Marquis of the Rhine, how's that? Rollin said.

Since I went out and went back after seeing the orcs, it would be a pity.

"Edward. Rhine, Thunder Sword Saint? What are you doing with him, that's from the Aoraki Kingdom, and you are the Count of the Duchy of Lehman. Just the two of us, if he were to turn against us, we wouldn't be able to run away. Vianna was taken aback.

The Frost Crusaders, the most elite army of the Aoraki Kingdom, and the most elite army on the Starlight Continent, are well-equipped and powerful, and the so-called orc army cannot be compared to it at all.

Perhaps the individual orcs are more brave than the Crusader warriors, but after forming an army, the Crusaders are an incomparably cohesive whole, and the increase in strength is far greater than that of 1+1 Cheng dù.

They go to the Land of Frost, if they make the Sword Saint unhappy, the other party will do it, even if Vianna and Rollin join forces, they can't escape the word 'death', there is no doubt about it.

"It's a bit dangerous. But the Sword Saint has been guarding the northern part of the Aoraki Kingdom for fifty years, and he guards the northern barrier of this continent. From this point of view, this man is a real hero. I think he can see through the big picture, and he can also see the horror of the undead. Find him and convince him, perhaps using his power to force King Aoraki to relax his pressure on Archduke Lehman. Rollin stated his purpose.

Of course, this is his wishful thinking, and they belong to the two kingdoms, maybe even if the Sword Saint doesn't want to do it, if someone among his subordinates incites emotions, he will force the Sword Saint to take action against Luo Lin for the sake of the overall situation.

Although Rollin should not be killed, the martial arts will definitely be abolished and then returned to the Grand Duke in exchange for a large amount of compensation.

Although the martial arts are not impossible to recover, it is really humiliating.

"It's all unknown, it's an adventure, and it's a gamble on the character of the Sword Saint. But now that the undead are in full swing, we have to take any chance. Rollin concluded: "It's worth the risk. ”

"That'...... Just go for it. Vianna turned around, and she was persuaded by Rollin. (To be continued......) R1292