Gartha and Galvin would always say things that little Fryman didn't understand, and the brown-haired boy learned to keep himself deaf. Compared to those, it is more important to learn the basic circles and master these circles.

Gently dragging the leaves from the shack exit in, little Fryman cautiously leaned out to look around. He also wondered that he would be so cautious, as if he had some kind of mortal enemy around him. You must know that Granny Garza stayed in this forest, and the beasts around her had already run out, and if it weren't for that, she wouldn't have slept so peacefully last night.

But this body and that inexplicable caution fit together in this way, so that little Fryman looked out in the shadow of the leaves.

Everything seemed normal, and there was nothing wrong with the trees twenty feet away. Little Fryman felt his strange relief again, and then slowly crawled out of the shack. However, the body did not immediately rush down the tree, on the contrary, the brown-haired boy allowed himself to climb a distance, and in the process, he always observed the situation around him.

The process of Xiangshang crawling made little Fryman move his hands and feet, and his shoulders and knees were not as numb as they were just now, and it was only then that he realized that he would do this. Xiangshang climbing trees can make the body stretch quickly and no longer numb, and it will also be farther away from the ground, so that it can hide more safely in the surrounding leaves, so as to better hide itself.

Yes, yes, but little Fryman just didn't understand where this caution came from and why.

This body is fully moving. You can go to the ground at any time. But little Fryman stayed in the tree. Like a gecko, he looked motionless under the tree.

After a while, just when little Fryman felt a little bored and wanted to go down, a rustling sound suddenly came from not far away, which made him stop suddenly.

At that moment, the brown-haired boy's mind kept rethinking, and finally found the reason why this body was so cautious before the voice became louder.

Kill that grouse yesterday evening. And while he was cleaning the gutts of the grouse by the stream, he seemed to have seen something in the stream. It's like metal, and it's forged metal, like an arrow.

So is this body ready? Little Fryman thought so, his eyes fixed on the tree, and then when the target appeared, little Fryman involuntarily took a breath of cold air.

Hell, that's an orc!

Little Fryman immediately came to a conclusion, but the same conclusion made his mind seem to split into two, and one surprised that the orc actually appeared. The other brain was surprised that it was actually an orc.

How could it not be an orc? Little Fryman retorted to himself in his mind. Of course, this rebuttal is a bit boring. He was more concerned about how an orc could have managed to get here.

It's a little further from Württemberg, a little further from Strasbourg and further south from the Kingdom of Burgundy. Regardless of the location, they all belong to the heart of Europe, are humans, dwarves (again a new surprise comes to mind), gnomes (there are actually gnomes?). ), the habitat of giants. And the orcs, it is said that they are still in the far east.

To reach the Black Forest, the orcs had to make a long journey through the Kingdom of Hungary and the Duchy of Bavaria. Little Fryman couldn't figure out what an orc would have to do when he had traveled thousands of miles to get here.

Not an orc!

Soon, the sound of rustling increased, and in the blink of an eye, seven or eight green-skinned guys appeared one after another from the forest not far away. They were all about the same-looking, stout in stature, with a comical pigtail on their heads and their fangs turned out. On this slightly chilly morning, the orcs were still naked.

Even underneath it, they were wearing a pair of pants that could see their calves, and frankly, these pants didn't fit them, especially since these guys had equally thick lower limbs, and casual walking could make the fabric of those linen pants crumble.

As for the feet of these guys, they are wearing thick leather boots. But in this way, these leather boots seem to make them move more quietly, not just from the cold.

Looking at the tattered linen pants and the blood stains on the pants, little Fryman's heart twitched. The orcs didn't have time to make such pants themselves, which meant that they must have bloodied some human village to have such loot. Based on the rumored orcs, the human village is estimated to have been reduced to ashes.

Before the brown-haired boy could continue to think about it, the orc who came out first had already spoken to his companions behind him. It has a strange voice, can't understand the specific meaning, and seems to be explaining something to its companions. However, such a voice quickly turned into a roar-like sound, and no one knew that this guy would suddenly get angry. Its companions, however, didn't think it was a strange thing, and they seemed to be so familiar with the current orc that they didn't even talk back.

However, the orc walking in front of the team made a low purring sound, and this orc actually had a half-body armor that didn't fit well, and it looked more like the leader of the entire team.

With the orc leader's low snoring, the orc, who was still roaring, immediately closed his mouth, but his expression still looked a little unwilling.

There were 9 orcs in total, and little Fryman narrowed his pupils slightly. If it was before, when he saw these orcs, he must have fled as far as he could, not to mention 9, even 1 would be a very terrifying existence for him.

Just look at the bulging muscles on the orcs' arms, and look at their faintly reflective skin like grease, and you'll know that most of the rumors are true. An orc's liliang is comparable to two adult humans, and their skin, which is deliberately coated with various oils, can effectively deflect the arrows fired at them at a certain distance. If they charge in groups, an army of ordinary farmers will be vulnerable unless they are regular swordsmen.

However, now that little Fryman is no longer afraid of these orcs, the once very powerful guy can be restrained in front of the First Ring Mage. At the very least, who is the prey and who is the hunter can change at any time.

Just wanting to kill all these people without any damage himself, the brown-haired boy felt that he needed to be serious. Of course, if it was a three-ring mage, it was estimated that there would be no need for such a calculation. Rushing directly into the crowd of orcs to have a few three-ring spells, this is what the mage likes to do the most.

The orcs began to slowly gather under the fir tree where little Fryman was staying, and the pieces of wood that had been cut by little Fryman raised their vigilance. Their leader picked up a few of the pieces, examined the fracture, and said something to the easily agitated orc.

The orc who had the head immediately responded, and the two orcs exchanged a few words before looking around. In the process, they looked up several times at the place where little Fryman was staying. Fortunately, the brown-haired boy had climbed quite high just now, and more leaves and trunks prevented the two orcs from seeing little Fryman.

However, the previous shack was discovered by the orc leader, who looked at the shack carefully and whispered something again. Several orcs jerked out of the way, then slammed into the trunk of the tree under the surprised gaze of little Fryman. It was a sudden, ferocious impact, and although the fir may have been hundreds of years old and so thick that it would take a dozen adults to close it, it still shook violently under such an impact.

If it weren't for the premonition and clinging to the branches around him, little Fryman was afraid that he would fall off the tree in such an impact. As for the shack that was built in the branches, it was faintly deformed in this shaking, and the small branches and leaves that were attached to it fell like rain.

The impact continued many times, and when little Fryman felt that he might not be able to hold on, the orc leader finally let out a low roar, and the orcs stopped, looking up at the shack one by one. If I wasn't mistaken, the leaves had fallen pretty much the same, so you could see the bottom of the shack from under the tree, and you could be sure that there were no humans inside.

Orcs can't climb trees!

Little Fryman immediately came to this conclusion, at least not the orcs.

The leader of the orcs whispered something more, and the orcs began to gradually separate, as if searching in all directions. After a while, little Fryman was empty, and it looked like the orcs were far away.

If you get off the tree at this time, you will probably be able to leave through the gap between these orcs. It is said that these orcs are all very stupid, and it is not difficult to fool them.

Little Fryman believed in the rumor that the orcs were physically strong, and had experienced it firsthand. As for the stupidity of the orcs, he didn't believe it at all. Can a stupid orc go that far to the Black Forest?

Sure enough, little Fryman's persistence paid off, and after a short time, the orc leader reappeared in Little Fryman's field of vision with the verbose orc. They were ready for an ambush, but did not wait for their prey.

It should be said that little Fleman finally waited for his prey, and there were only 2 orcs in front of him, instead of 9 orcs now.

When the two orcs walked back to the tree one after the other, the sky suddenly rained leaves again, and behind these fallen leaves, the brown-haired boy suddenly rushed out, and beside him, three halos were as bright as the sun. (To be continued......)