It was already hazy and dark, but it was brightly lit somewhere in the basin of the Black Sund. A night crow with a dull color that blends well into the night sky tending to its ugly feathers while looking at the brightly lit area ahead with its small eyes to see if there is anything to do with it.

And there, a group of orcs is stopping.

"You say, this pile of ash in front of you is Spears?"

Elba Ironhoof's voice was still full of majesty, and although the gaze that looked at the trainee shaman Tudik Ironhoof was still calm, for some reason, it made the trainee shaman feel a sense of fear.

So although he was usually humble when facing Elba, now, he was more cautious, and said softly, pretending to be sad, "Yes, my lord, he is indeed a spear, burned to ashes by an enemy of unknown origin!"

"Those damned humans, how could they be so ruthless, killing was not enough, they actually burned him, they were simply desecrating the corpses of heroic warriors!"

He uttered the last sentence in a gritted tone, as if it were his own relative who had died, but in fact, Tudyk was not related to the gray Spears at his feet, and there had even been some skirmishes, and he wished he had died sooner.

Elba didn't know what Tudyk really thought in his heart, seeing Tudyk so sad, his oppressive eyes couldn't help but retract a little, his high head lowered slightly to look at the thin Tudike, and said in a low tone: "This is not a blasphemy, in fact, I should also thank those enemies, cremation is the most honorable burial method for the Ironhoof warriors, they know the orc tradition very well." ”

"They had a lot of fun killing Spear but burying him properly. ”

Glancing at the dust under his feet, Elba's expression was slightly sad, but fleeting, and then his expression moved and became quite flat, but the words in his mouth made Tudyk shudder.

"For that, I would love to meet them and thank them. ”

Hearing this, Tudyk knew that the seemingly peaceful orc leader in front of him must have been filled with anger in his heart, and he would definitely not give up.

Maus is Elba Ironhoof's nephew, usually very favored, and even he doesn't follow the tradition of the Ironhoof tribe to ride wolves, Tudyk knows very well that Elba will be furious after his nephew's death, but he can't understand why the leader of Ironhoof in front of him seems to be so much more thoughtful than before?

When he encountered this situation before, he probably went crazy with anger a long time ago, but now he can still do it and keep calm......

"The Chief, it's getting more and more unpredictable. Sighing inwardly, Tudyk didn't disobey Elba, and he didn't even need Elba to say anything, he began to look at the surrounding battle arena.

Beneath his feet was a patch of bright red dragonroar grass, on which there were no other people's marks except for the marks left by Maus, and Tudyk observed for a moment to make sure that no one else had really been there and was not disguised, and then looked at the wide and turbulent Black Sonder in front of him.

Because the darkness in the sky was approaching, making the long river seem more turbulent, the rumbling sound of the water was full of unique majesty, and although Tudyk was still only a trainee, he did not lack the formal shaman's reverence for nature, so he respectfully performed a shamanic ritual at Hei Songde.

Then, a slightly transparent green flashed through his eyes, and for a moment, Tudyk seemed to have discovered something, and turned to look at Elba Ironhoof.

"Lord Chief, the enemy is the Maus attacking from the river. ”

The boat drifted along the turbulent river, and in the sky, almost corroded vultures as if they had found prey were constantly flying around, and no matter how much Andrei on board threatened, he was indifferent and refused to fly away.

Throwing a few stones hard, but the vulture easily dodged it, and then a terrible cry like mockery came from above, and Andre couldn't help but scold when he saw this: "These damn cheap birds, if Lao Tzu didn't want to save some effort, he would have killed them all a long time ago!"

The Amis father and son kept the river under the boat stable, while nibbling on the hard black bread, and only glanced at Andre's appearance at this time, and then ignored it.

In the same way, Andrew, who was his own brother, ignored his brother, who was fond of talking to himself, bent down to the river, scooped up a handful of water with his hand, washed his face, then took a few more sips, and finally exhaled and looked at the stern of the boat.

The young nobleman was sitting there with a solemn expression, not knowing what he was doing.

"Is he cultivating?"

Andrew has some guesses, but not for sure.

He didn't know anything about mages, but in fact, he had only made friends a few times, and he didn't know much about mages' cultivation methods and other things, so he naturally didn't know what Allen's current state was.

Andrew didn't delve much into it, it came from the side effects of the blood of the Apocalypse Knight, he had a natural contempt for all non-knightly abilities, although in a rational state he clearly knew that mages were not useless, and even the methods were mysterious and difficult to entangle, but unconsciously, he always looked down on this profession.

This is not a subjective contempt, but an instinct that stems from blood, even though Andrew has only a weakened version of his bloodline.

It was the same at this time, although Alan had shown some interesting abilities, he didn't think much of it, and turned his head with little interest to look at the hazy horizon in the distance.

At this time, the sky was completely dark, the sky was covered with dark clouds, the silver light of the moon could not be illuminated, not to mention the stars, hazy and lightless, and the sky and earth were dark.

There was a faint glow of fire on the boat, shining on the inside of the boat and the water around it, so he could see some of the surroundings, but in the distance it was pitch black, and he couldn't see anything at all, but Andrew still looked solemn.

Because of the darkness, his eyes couldn't see anything in the distance, and because of the roaring sound of the river, he couldn't hear anything other than the water, but it still didn't stop Andrew from spotting the enemy.

The Knights of the Apocalypse are not the kind of knights who cultivate themselves step by step, their power comes from the ancient mysterious bloodline, and their methods are inhuman, and they are not at all imaginable to mortals.

As a blood knight who inherits the power of the Apocalypse Knight, Andrew's methods are also not limited to what he shows, in fact, the golden flame attack he shows is only the most basic attack method.

There are means of attack, and naturally there are other abilities, and the perception of danger is one of the abilities that Andrew inherited from Tyrann.

He could vaguely sense the existence of killing intent towards himself within a certain distance of Fang Yuan, and now, he sensed that this existence was approaching!

It's a pity that his ability inheritance is not sound, and he can't perceive the specific amount of killing intent and the degree of danger.

It can't be used on the magical beasts with strange magic cores, otherwise you don't need to bring any lime powder when you go out of the city.

However, although he couldn't perceive the specific situation of killing intent, Andrew thought of their previous behavior, and it was still very easy to guess what this killing intent was emanating.

Orcs.

did not live up to the "expectations" of everyone on the ship, and the worried orcs finally caught up.