Maran, the most prosperous city of mankind, although it has only a short history of more than 100 years, under the rapid development of human beings, Maran's cultural heritage and economic strength have long surpassed most races. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In the center of the city of Maran, there is a bronze tower that reaches to the sky, and the top of the bronze tower is not visible from the bottom of the tower.

This is the sacred place built by the first magicians for their descendants - the Maran Mage Tower.

Most of the mages reside in the tower and study their magic, and from time to time various natural elements leak out of the hollow windows on the tower's walls, exploding in the air like fireworks.

Within a hundred meters of the mage's tower was a simple white stone square, which no one except the magician and the members of the Maran royal family was allowed to enter, not even the nobles.

"Libdo" Raff walked to Libdo's side with two bottles of rum, since the three of them brought back Mskazin's Anti-Demon Eye and Rune Skin from the Earth Spider's Nest** last time, Libdo and Raff have been in charge of researching Mskazin's rune skin.

"Raff, don't give me a drink while I'm concentrating," Libdo glanced greedily at the rum in Raff's hand and involuntarily took off his glasses.

"Take a bite, old friend, you see you've been choking on fatigue these days," Raff shrugged.

Mskazin's rune skin has the ability to create an energy barrier, but the human mages have not been able to crack this ability yet, and Libdo has been busy for days without any success.

"Is Zon still in the tavern lately?" asked Librado, taking a sip of his rum, contented.

"I guess so, don't you know what that kid is interested in," Raff shook his head helplessly.

"Haha, as the youngest Seven Magi, it's normal for Zon to be welcomed by women, but Ahraff, you'd better call Reth for this job, his cracking ability is much better than mine" Libdo lifted the Mskazan skin stacked on the large wooden table in front of him, which had been unresponsive since it was pulled off Mskazin's body at that time.

"Res? He's a good helper, but he seems to have left Maran lately."

"It's a misfortune that this guy is going to explore somewhere this time this time," Libdo regretfully put his glasses back on.

"Listening to his apprentice say that he went to the Swamp of the Dead, Reth seems to have found traces of the swamp human roots on the side."

"Hehe, I think he asked him to go to the Deserted Plains to avoid Heger, the impact of this war is not small, Heger launched a war against the orcs for his son"

"Isn't this what Your Majesty wants to see" Raf pulled a chair and sat down: "The Maran royal family has always wanted orcs to become slaves of humans, so they have been put in the desolate plains to live for hundreds of years, otherwise the orcs would have been extinct in the original counterattack of humans, but Haigl adheres to a policy of slaughter, and he will not tolerate the coexistence of orcs and humans"

"Then why did Your Majesty still agree to his request for war?" asked Libdo, puzzled.

"Have you ever seen the resistance of the trapped beasts, when there is no way back, the guy standing on the cliff will burst out with the greatest strength, the orcs will not compromise with the humans, the three major oasis departments will not indulge Haigl in the deserted plains, when the time comes, if the army suffers heavy losses, naturally someone will stand up and evacuate, and when Haiger returns with the defeated army, His Majesty will personally take back his golden lion sword" Raff said.

"You mean...... This is His Majesty's plan, all in order to take the title of General of Haigl?" The Golden Lion has always been the status symbol of the First General of Maran, and whoever has the sword of the Golden Lion will have military power, and Libdo understood what Raf meant.

"Haigl has been in this position for too long, Maran doesn't need a first general with a huge influence, it's time for him to come down"

......

Xilan's 500-strong army finally found an untransferred orc tribe in the wasteland, and the orcs did not know that they had been surrounded by human armies, and they were eating their lunch in the tribe's station.

"Young Master Xilan, do you need to do anything?" asked Seinzema as he came to Xilan's side.

"Capture me alive, don't hurt an orc, bring me here"

"Yes!"

A large group of soldiers rushed into the orc tribe with iron shields, iron ropes, and shackles, and then a violent collision sound sounded from inside, in view of the order to capture Xi Lan alive, no musketeers participated in this operation, after a fierce fight, twenty-five orcs were tied up and sent to Xi Lan.

"Very good, long lost orc" Silan turned and dismounted, a well-crafted musket pinned to his waist, and a golden dagger given by Hager in his right hand.

Xilan walked slowly to the group of orcs, and without saying a word, he took out the musket on his waist.

"You" Xilan pointed his wound at a struggling orc, and pressed the board without saying a word.

"Smack!"

A puff of green smoke rose from the muzzle of the gun, and the orc fell to the ground in a daze, his eyes still glaring at Xilan's position before he died.

"I hate you!" Pulling out the golden short sword, Xilan threw the scabbard directly to the ground.

"Young Master Xilan, let's leave these bloody things to us" Seeing Xilan walking towards the orc next to him, as if he was going to stab him to death with a short sword, Sain hurriedly stepped forward to dissuade him.

But he didn't want to, Xi Lan glared at him with murderous intent and said angrily: "Get out, or I'll kill you."

Sein's heart trembled, and he hurriedly retreated to the side, Rao is a soldier like him who has participated in many wars was also frightened by Xi Lan's eyes, if he didn't let him, maybe Xi Lan's short sword would be inserted into his heart in the next second.

Xi Lan grabbed the neck of an orc with one hand and thrust it into his body frantically, and the fountain of blood flowed out of the blood hole stabbed by the short sword, and he couldn't stop it.

After stabbing Xi Lan dozens of times, he slashed the orc's throat, making a loud bubbling sound in his veins.

Xi Lan's body was splashed with blood, and his armor was immediately drenched with blood droplets.

Silan shook the blood off his hand and handed the dagger to Theon.

"These people, you kill them all for me, don't let them die too quickly, I want to let them die in pain" Xi Lan patted Sein's shoulder, and his blood-stained palm imprinted a clear bloody handprint on his clothes, Xi Lan immediately walked back to the army, and immediately someone brought him water and clean clothes.

There were painful howls and begging for mercy from the orcs, and under Xilan's orders, Seon did not dare to slack off, and used the most vicious torture methods, and each orc died in endless pain, which can be regarded as honoring Xilan's orders.

When the human army left, everything in the small tribe was ablaze, and the corpses of the twenty-five orcs were strung together on a sharp, thick stick, like a scarecrow, watching over their tribe consumed by the flames.

This hellish situation will not end there, and every orc tribe that Xilan discovers, all orcs who have not evacuated will eventually die at the hands of Xilan, wearing a wooden stick in a very miserable death. (To be continued.) )