As for the steel sword on the back of the roast chicken, it is just a small table knife.

The more remote he went, Mo Tie knew that the underground camp was nearby. Due to air convection, the stench of orcs in the cave does not waft out, so even he needs to be clever enough to seduce those orcs to the surface in order to follow the vine.

Finding an open flat area, Mo Tie sat down and took out a bottle of ale wine and a slice of roast deer steak from his backpack.

Isolda returned, and the menu of the hotel was immediately enriched, and it was evident that this was indeed a capable woman.

The wind in the wilderness was whining, the weeds were swaying left and right, and the smell of a dark sewer wafted over, Mo Tie swallowed the deer steak in two or three bites, drank the malt wine, buckled his backpack, and put it aside.

Stood up and turned around, and took a look at a small group of sneaky orcs behind him.

Mo Tie picked up the steel sword, didn't say much, and rushed over skillfully.

The group of half-orcs was not tall, like an ordinary patrol team, with no combat effectiveness, and when they saw Mo Tie rushing over, they were a little panicked and wanted to retreat, but it was too late.

"Brush."

As the steel sword flew, the three orcs had been cut into several pieces, falling to the ground motionless like pieces of meat.

The dozens of half-orcs in the back couldn't run away at a glance, so they had to bite the bullet, anyway, they have always relied on the number of piles of heads.

Then you're welcome, Mo Tie kept killing in front. He was tall and strong, like an alloy drill inserted into tofu, stirring up okara and splashing everywhere.

With less than a hundred people, Mo Tie quickly got it done, leaving a scared thin orc to lead the way, and all the others were chopped into pieces.

Where did this come from?

Mo Tie pulled off a wooden board from the waist of the thin orc and asked solemnly.

"Shield...... Shield? I...... It's mine. ”

The thin half-orc didn't dare to look directly at Mo Tie, and replied tremblingly.

I know it's a shield, ask where did you come from?

"Hole...... Picked up in the hole. ”

Mo Tie touched his chin, the reason why he left this little man was because of this small wooden shield, if he remembered correctly, the signboard at the door of the Four Shields Hotel was also engraved with four small wooden shields, one of which was a little similar to the pattern of this piece.

Therefore, it is likely that the owner of this small wooden shield was Lawrence's murdered brother.

"Lead the way, to your cave."

The thin orc did not dare not listen, trembling his two thin legs, and led the way in front of him in fear.

After walking less than 500 meters, a hole covered by weeds was pulled out.

"That's it...... Here it is. The half-orc stretched out his hand and pointed to the entrance of the cave, looked at Mo Tie with aggrieved eyes, and said in a trembling voice.

"Go down." Mo Tie said.

The orc hesitated, and as soon as he went in, he followed him by an executioner, making it clear that he was a traitor, and he didn't know how to get killed when he turned around.

Mo Tie kicked him down and grinded something.

Jumping into the cave, the night vision ability was turned on, and the pupils instantly expanded to the maximum, and with the faint light of the fire in the cave, Mo Tie quickly adapted to the darkness underground.

Carrying the orc that had been kicked down earlier, Mo Tie walked in the direction it was pointing, and that direction was where the leader of the cave was located.

Of course, after not taking two steps, he was discovered.

"Wow wow...... Get him. The orc who found Mo Tie screamed, as excited as if he had seen food, and immediately called out for someone to come and catch him.

Completely ignored the little man in Mo Tie's hands.

It's not that Mo Tie doesn't want to sneak in, but he is carrying a small thing in his hand, and it will be exposed as if he makes a little noise, and it is better to just face it - he has been more accustomed to this set recently.

Carrying a small thing in his hand, the movements are not so smooth, but the half-orcs are too brittle, Mo Tie casually plays a few tricks of the Spring Water Sword Technique, and those guys are blind.

The head fell to the ground as neatly as rain.

After killing a few hundred meters, Mo Tie became impatient.

"How far is it?"

"It's quite far, several floors down there." The skinny orc told the truth, and he now understood that his life was probably still in the hands of this elf.

What a waste of time, Mo Tie frowned, he didn't want to get involved with these blockers.

"Pedal ......"

With a move, Mo Tie jumped directly off the frame of the suspension bridge and stepped over a large group of half-orcs, causing them to scream below.

This method is good, so Mo Tie jumped forward as fast as a monkey. The orcs at the landing point tried to set up their weapons and wait, but they were swept away by his steel sword first, and the severed limbs flew everywhere, and black blood was spilled everywhere.

The leader of the orcs in the cave had already been alarmed, and dragged his huge body out to check, he was taller than Mo Tie, maybe his nutrition was too good.

Mo Tie saw this big man from a distance, and knew that he was the head of the head as soon as he guessed, and he came straight here.

After three or two strokes, Mo Tie fell in front of the other party, the thin half-orc in his hand spit out white foam from the corner of his mouth, his eyes were dull, his face was remnant, and his soul was so turbulent that his soul was gone.

"Who are you? Genie? The leader asked in a deep voice, he was different from ordinary orcs, he had a slightly higher IQ and knew how to judge the situation a little.

Mo Tie threw down the thin orc in his hand, raised the small wooden shield, and said, "Let me ask, where do you usually put things like this?" ”

This attitude of answering the question made the leader very angry, pointed at Mo Tie with a big finger, and screamed twice, and a large group of orcs on the side screamed and was about to rush over.

Sure enough, it hurts.

Mo Tie sighed, his stomach faintly red, turned his head, and opened his mouth to the group of orcs.

A raging fire erupted from his mouth and rushed towards the orcs. The fire suddenly reached hundreds of meters, but not only did it not get smaller, but it continued to grow, completely filling the hole in that direction, and even the walls made of earth were burned crystal clear.

Mo Tie's mouth kept spewing flames, and he continued to spew flames until he finished his breath, then he stopped his mouth, and by the way, he burped and spewed out some hot gas with residual temperature.

After this mouthful, most of the orcs next to them turned into coke, or became fuel for the flames; There were also a number of strong orcs dancing wildly in the flames, but in a few moments they fell to the ground, burning quietly.

The half-orc leader on the opposite side was weak at his feet, and he sat directly on the ground, unable to speak, and cold sweat kept flowing.

What the is this, I've never heard of it at all!

All kinds of MMPs shouted in his heart, but the leader still couldn't believe that this fresh, delicious-looking elf dwarf in front of him could breathe fire, just like the dragon Smaug in the east.

"Can you talk properly?" Mo Tie touched his stomach and asked, his lower abdomen was warm and very comfortable.

The leader, like the skinny orc, trembled slightly.

"Good...... Yes, sir. ”

It's quite polite.

Mo Tie shook the small wooden shield and said, "I know this thing, a friend's." I want to ask you, where are all his other things? ”

It's over, the leader's face is pale, where can he find it? They eat everything, dwarves, humans, elves, sometimes in winter without food, and they will eat some skinny orcs, and after eating, they will throw the bones in the tunnel, who knows if they will have to find food wrappers now.

By the way, speaking of the skinny orc, the leader looked at the little guy Mo Tie had brought in.

Mo Tie saw the leader's eyes and added, "Yes, this thing was collected from him, you can communicate and help me find it." ”

The huge orcs and the tiny orcs looked at each other in despair.

"First ...... Chief, let's look for it first. There are a lot of human stuff hoarded in the cellar. The little man suggested.

Mo Tie didn't care about the rest of the matter, he sat on the leader's big chair and watched the orcs get busy.

Not to mention, the saber-toothed tiger skin under the butt is quite soft and comfortable.

It's very simple for orcs to dispose of garbage, dig a tunnel and stuff it in, and naturally there will be giant earthworms and other creatures to degrade naturally.

The small wooden shield held by the skinny orc was picked up in the captive human area, proving that Lawrence's younger brother was not killed directly, but was kept as food by the orcs for a period of time. The garbage tunnels in that area are shorter and have fewer things.

Based on this information, the leader directs all the orcs to work non-stop, clearing everything out and sorting it by type.

The leader's body is too big, otherwise he would have to show his courtesy in person.

After waiting for a long time, Mo Tie was hungry, so he casually sent a half-orc who looked cleaner to the ground to get his backpack.

Drinking mead and eating charcoal-grilled piranhas, this kind of small life of domination is also quite interesting, no wonder the Queen of Wolfheart always wants to become the supreme king.

There was no sunlight underground, and it was impossible to distinguish between day and night, and the orcs had to be asked to "work overtime".

After waiting for a long time, it was finally cleaned up.

Mo Tie walked over to check.

I also know how to clean it, it doesn't look stupid.

The weapons are a bunch and do not look; The shield is a pile, skipped; Clothes are a bunch...... It doesn't seem to be of much use.

"Look for something with words." Mo Tie re-ordered.

What he was looking for was something like a merchant's suicide note, and if he could find it, he would bring it back to Lawrence; If you can't find it, take this little wooden shield back.

Anyway, it's not for him to look for it himself, and he's not afraid of anything if he wastes some time.

I drank a few more bottles of wine, and the things with the words were all cleaned out.

Mo Tie began to pick and choose.

There are more than eighty copies of the suicide notes of the businessmen with names and surnames alone, and this group of orcs really eats a lot on weekdays; There are also those who write on clothes, using bloodstains, but unfortunately it is only halfway through the writing and it is gone, is it because the blood is dry?

There were also small cloth bags with a few wet pieces of paper, some novels, some poems. It's really amazing, in that environment, he can still continue to create, and he must be a bard who dares to dedicate himself to art.

Finally, Mo Tie took a few pieces of paper and pondered, there were several names on them, two of which he knew—Tarion and Lawrence.