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With a miserable scream, the aisle that Chenyang walked through was already covered with the corpses of orcs and blood.

The blood followed the tiny grooves on both sides to the bottom of the walkway, a large gate made of steel and hardwood planks.

This kind of exclusive door and room, which is extremely rare in the territory of the orcs, stores very important things inside. For example, they store precious food, jewelry, and some special items, or traps.

These places are alluring to any adventurer.

Every year, there are at least a thousand adventurers who break into the orc lair and go deep into the burrows in search of these steel gates.

At least fifty percent of them died under the orcs' razor-sharp teeth and their weapons, which became the decorative skeleton of the walkways and platforms.

Of the remaining fifty percent, forty percent fell in front of the open steel door and the trap room that the orcs had deliberately camouflaged.

The last few people don't mean that they can bring out a lot of wealth, they are just lucky enough to escape from the orc lair alive.

There are very few people who can actually get their hands on the treasures of the orcs.

Now, it's time for Chenyang to be an adventurer.

Walking in front of the steel gate, Chenyang didn't need the skilled lockpicking skills of the group of adventurers, and cut the door lock made of steel with a single sword.

Chenyang pressed the door with both hands, and slowly exerted force, and the door weighing hundreds of pounds was in Chenyang's hands, making a long moan like an old man, revealing the room inside.

If it is a trap room, then the moment you open the door, there will basically be a bow and crossbow mechanism prepared by the orcs, or a fire mechanism, or even a bomb.

However, Chenyang's luck is good, this room is not a trap room, of course, it is not a room where treasures are stored, but a room for plane merchants that Chenyang hasn't seen for a while.

Inside the room, gold coins as high as mountains were piled up, shining brighter than the stars and moons in the sky.

Inside this mountain of gold coins, a half-orc in a gray robe was half-seated and half-lying, leaning on a chaise longue, revealing a pleasant expression.

It wasn't until he heard the sound of the door being pushed open that he took out his somewhat tattered little wooden stool again, revealing a smiling expression: "Welcome, I didn't expect anyone to find here, you must be an excellent adventurer, I have many adventurers' equipment and items in my hands, all of which are excellent adventure equipment."

When the orc saw the morning sun, he spoke standard Earth language with a smile on his face. I feel like a service worker who has worked for more than ten years for Chenyang, and that kind of smiling expression is deeply rooted in their true heritage.

As he spoke, the orc reached into the pile of gold coins with both hands and laboriously dug out an object from it.

It was an ordinary wooden box, with iron nails on it that hadn't even been nailed down, and there were already some signs of loosening.

The orc struggled to open the box and pulled out shiny equipment or items from it: "This is the Explorer's Turban, the Golden Glove, the Compass That Never Gets Lost, and the Good Luck Potion......"

The orc stood in front of Chenyang and talked about his equipment, how good it was and how useful it could be in the hands of an adventurer.

The morning sun swept over those equipment, most of which were the best of the best, and had very good abilities.

Each piece of equipment is worth buying for adventurers. However, there is a very serious problem, Chenyang is not an adventurer.

When the orc heard this, the smile on his face suddenly froze, and his already dark green face seemed to turn black and white in an instant, revealing a desolate feeling, and he could only change direction and tell some other advantages of these equipment.

Since they were still in danger in Thorin, it was impossible for Chenyang to stay here for long, and listen to the orc continue to talk about the advantages of these equipment.

In the end, I spent ten space crystals to buy a dragon scale arrow called the withered fang, which is said to be made of shadow dragon scales, and the body of the arrow contains a huge amount of shadow spiritual power, which can cause considerable damage to most creatures.

After purchasing the Withered Fangs, Morning Sun turned and left the room, using the tentacles of thorns and black mist, like Spider-Man flying through the lair, looking for the whereabouts of Zolin as much as possible.

Unfortunately, not a single dwarf was seen.

The only thing I saw was because I was lucky, and I happened to be on the edge of the platform and dodged Baggins, who fell.

When I saw him, he was holding the short sword in his hand, and he was constantly wandering and testing with the orcs on the other side, trying to find an opportunity to escape.

If it weren't for Chenyang's timely arrival, it is estimated that Baggins would have been able to test the orc for a year.

Dealing with the orc, Sunrise tries to ask Baggins about Thoreen's whereabouts.

Unfortunately, Baggins was also just awake and didn't have any useful information, so Chenyang could only send him to the plane merchant's room to ensure his safety as much as possible.

There were no dwarves nearby, and there was no clue from Baggins, indicating that Thoreen had been taken to the heart of the lair, and that it was too dangerous to bring Baggins with him, and it would affect his movements.

With Baggins in place, Sunrise turned and followed the route he had taken, speeding towards the center of the lair.

As they progressed deeper, the center of the orc lair was no longer connected by a platform and a walkway, but more flat ground for people to walk on.

These flat fields may have been considered good terrain when they first entered the lair in the morning sun.

But now it has greatly restricted Chenyang's movements, forcing him to abandon his flying method and switch to walking, taking out the group of orcs who are in the way on one hand, and looking for a possible place for them to be in Thorin on the other.

Swinging the blade again and again, Chenyang faced the half-orcs who rushed over countless times in front of him, and he still slashed sharply and quickly, without the slightest fatigue.

This group of orcs planned to use their numerical superiority to forcibly pile up Chenyang.

But for Chenyang, who has Maiya's talent, unless the other party can seriously injure him with one blow or kill him in seconds, it is almost impossible to die with his eternal sufficient physical strength and spiritual power to accelerate recovery.

Killing this group of orcs is just a little more effort.

With hundreds of thousands of knife swings, Chenyang could no longer remember how many orcs he had killed, but judging from the orcs' constantly retreating movements and wincing gazes, they were already afraid, afraid of this demon that had killed their countless companions.

In front of a castle-like dome, Sunrise finally found the group of dwarven teammates hanging in the air, locked in large iron cages that looked like birds in cages, for people to play with or store for food.

And the man who stored the food was sitting in the very center of the lair, sitting on a throne of death piled up with bones.

It is the king of this group of orcs.