Chapter 13 This is a model of pretending to be forced to pit yourself
In the Brilliant Continent, even the most obscure traveler will know that when a red-eyed orc yells at you the phrase "die for victory," it means one thing: either the orc will die, or all the non-homogeneous orcs around the orc will die. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ο½ο½ο½ο½ο½ο½ γ ο½ο½ο½ο½
As a war cry that can represent the blood of almost all orc tribes, this sentence brings a sense of heaviness to the human world that is far beyond words: in the years of that race war, the orc warriors of countless tribes shouted this war cry, opened the mad bloodline that may only be once in a lifetime, fearlessly rushed into the battlefield filled with blood and gunsmoke, and then tore all the enemies in front of them like a meat grinder. Perhaps, it has long ceased to be a simple slogan, but a nightmare that has penetrated deep into the marrow, a nightmare that has brought endless fear to humans or elves, and has been passed down from generation to generation.
Therefore, after the roar from the slave trading market, there was a sudden silence in the bustling underground streets, and then a great panic erupted.
"Orcs, it's orcs!"
"The orc slaves are going to rebel!
In an instant, the people in the streets turned into scattered sand, and even if there were no half-furious orcs in their sight, most of them rushed away in terror. The crowd pushed, squeezed, and trampled, and the air was filled with unprecedented depression and anxiety, Su Wen raised his head and stared at the gate of the slave trading market, only to see countless brightly dressed men or women rushing out of the street, even if he couldn't see what was happening behind them, but only through the louder and louder slashing and roaring, he could easily guess the tragic situation inside.
"Gentlemen, kill your orc slaves with the Magic Pact, they will rebel!"
At that moment, a man of the guard, whose face was covered in blood, squeezed through the rushing crowd and stood in the street shouting, holding a long sword stained red with blood in his hand.
Then, Su Wen saw many people who had just woken up from a dream and began to recite silently. After only a few seconds, several orc slaves who were standing in a daze on the street suddenly spurted black and red blood from their mouths and noses, and then fell to the ground weakly - all of them were unarmed and wearing ragged sackcloth shirts, but they were simply ended by the swordsman's reminder.
Su Wen's eyes widened.
Everything was so unreal, so sudden!
'Do you want to escape?'
Although the pretender robe on his body exuded a powerful aura, Su Wen was not much stronger than ordinary humans in essence, plus Su Wen did not have the consciousness to stand up for humans, so it only took him half a second to get an answer to this question.
Escape, of course, and the faster you run, the better!
However......
"Why should we be afraid, there is a great magician here!"
Just as Su Wen was about to sneak away from the scene quietly and quickly leave this land of right and wrong, I don't know which pedestrian shouted loudly behind him. In the next moment, all the eyes on the street were focused on Su Wen's body - this mysterious person hidden in a gray robe was exuding a powerful elemental power, which would only make people feel intimidated if it was placed in normal times, but at this critical time, it seemed to have an endless sense of security!
'I* your uncle!'
Su Wen almost scolded.
He couldn't have imagined that the pretender robe, which was usually used as a powerful protection by himself, would actually drag himself back at such a time!
Su Wen had to give up the idea of sneaking away for the time being, he took the shortest time to assess the current situation, and then came to a very bad conclusion - judging from the increasing slashing and slashing sounds, the situation in the slave trading market is probably not optimistic, and it cannot be suppressed at all, and what does this mean? This shows that there is no guard force in the trading market that can suppress the orcs!
Maybe it won't be long before those mad orcs will rush out of the steel gate in front of them!
Su Wen didn't think that those orcs would simply walk away after rushing out of the gate - there was no reason why they couldn't feel the elemental coercion on their bodies, and then eliminate their biggest threat.
And what's worse is that when they found that there happened to be a "great magician" standing at the gate of the slave trading market by chance, almost all the people who remained on the street calmed down as if they had taken a reassuring pill, and even many of them had given up their original plans to escape, but stayed to prepare for the play...... Even the swordsman, whose face was covered in blood, rushed towards him with joy on his face.
"Grand Magician Tasuri, what a coincidence that you're here!"
In the distance, the swordsman shouted, and most of the tension and fear that had just spread across his face disappeared, and more of it was the joy of being saved. And, judging from the content of his shouting, it is clear that he is no stranger to this great magician who appears in the underworld every month.
"Suddenly the orcs went berserk, and when they saw them, they cut them down. It just so happens that the senior executives of the exchange are out of the house today, and no one here can stop them! If you hadn't happened to be passing by here, I don't know how many more people would have died today!"
Looking at the swordsman in front of him who was full of eagerness and excitement, Su Wen really wanted to find a wall to kill him. In the face of this situation, it is simply against all human beings to run away, and although he seems to be extremely powerful on the surface, if someone really dares to stop him, it will be over - not to mention others, even the guard in front of him, who can be seen at a glance as a mid-level knight, can easily leave himself behind.
'Why are you so unlucky, it must be the ghost of the system again!'
Su Wen scolded secretly.
And just as he hesitated to force his way away, the slashing and roaring finally subsided, and the slave market seemed to be calm again. But Su Wen knew very well in his heart that this was probably not because the group of orcs had ended their madness, but because it was ...... The entire slave market may have been killed.
The people at the gate of the slave market had long since run out, and there was an eerie silence inside the wide, heavy steel gates. However, Suven's surroundings were not alone: a large crowd of people were full of worry and panic, and they were far away at both ends of the street, waiting for the "Tasuri Grand Magician" near the gate to deal with the next situation - in their opinion, the guards of Tridis City would arrive in a few minutes, and with a powerful high-level magician in front of them, no matter how terrifying those mad orcs were, it would be impossible to delay them for even a few minutes.
They were relieved, but Su Wen wanted to vomit blood in his heart......
Finally, in the silence of slaughter, Su Wen smelled the smell of blood that became clearer and clearer. At the same time, he vaguely saw a figure more than two meters far away on the stone path behind the gate, slowly walking in the direction of the gate - and behind it, there were dozens of large and strong figures, Su Wen did not think that they would be human at all.
Seeing that the orcs were about to rush to the gate of the slave market, and the great magician who was regarded as the savior in front of him was silent from beginning to end, and did not even move his body, the joy on the swordsman's face finally turned into a faint anxiety. I saw that he suddenly knelt on the ground, and gave Su Wen the standard knightly salute on the Brilliant Continent, and then raised his head and shouted loudly and powerfully.
"Lord Tasuri, those orcs are coming out, please hurry up and stop them, or they will definitely kill more people!"
At this time, there was no need for anyone to remind him, and Su Wen already understood that he had no way out.
What's more, he may not really have the ability to stop the beast crowd in front of him.
"The system of the cheating father, I hope what you give me will not be a fake, otherwise Lao Tzu will not play!"
Su Wen cursed silently in his heart, then put his hand into his arms, and silently took out the strange metal box that he had drawn in the sewer.
"The original kinetic pistol of the Tianhaiyue M-01 model. β
Just by seeing the appearance of this strange box, Su Wen can instantly call out its name, and the reason why he hasn't paid attention to it since he got it is precisely because of this inexplicable sense of familiarity. Su Wen knew that this must be closely related to his pre-crossing self, but he didn't expect the pit daddy system to be kind enough to tell him the answer, so he could only hold back his curiosity about the memory that was almost completely forgotten by him for the time being......
Until now.
Su Wen vaguely felt that he might not have really forgotten, and that memory might just be hidden by some kind of power, because when he saw this familiar weapon, he instantly remembered everything about it.
As the original kinetic pistol of Tianhaiyue Company, this high-tech content can be said to be the most backward melee individual weapon in the same type of gun family, and the power of a single shot is the largest. Because it takes 12. The only change made to the 7mm standard mechanical rifle bullet is to remove the gunpowder from the bullet and add a kinetic energy excitation module, but because this change does not conform to the concept of fast and accurate kinetic firearms, all kinetic pistols after it have changed the bullet to a dedicated kinetic miniature bullet......
Well, Su Wen himself felt that this memory was full of disobedience in a place like the Brilliant Continent, which was full of magic and vindictiveness, but he actually just wanted to explain that although the pistol in his hand was very small, it was amazingly powerful. This was evident from the fact that the defensive barrier set up by the death mage was breached in an instant, and not only that, but when the magical barrier was breached, the kinetic energy of the bullet continuing to fly shattered half of his body, and knocked him far away, and finally crashed into the railing of the sewer, which also illustrated its terrifying power.
Holding this kinetic pistol nicknamed "Cannon Fodder Special Type 1", the tension in Su Wen's heart gradually disappeared, he nodded lightly to the swordsman who looked at him, and then greeted the group of figures nearly a hundred meters away, and slowly walked towards the gate of the slave trading market like the entrance to hell.
......
The smell of blood is getting stronger.
Su Wen frowned, the thick smell of blood made him feel uncomfortable, but at the same time he unconsciously wanted to take a big breath - this contradictory feeling made him feel uneasy.
The beast crowd in front of him could finally see clearly, and through the fresh blood stains on their bodies, Su Wen knew that it was the source of the smell of blood.
Fifty meters away, the orc leader stopped and looked at Su Wen.
'Madness, madness indeed!'
After seeing their eyes clearly, Su Wen immediately knew that this group of orcs was still in a state of madness, but the reason why they did not rush out towards him like wild beasts was probably because the leader of the orcs suppressed them.
That's right, only this orc leader, who is not outstanding in appearance and size, although his eyes are also full of blood-like scarlet, but his pupils are as clear as red crystals, and there is no sign of losing his mind. He stopped, and so did the bewildered and furious group of orc slaves behind him, as well as a disciplined army......
Therefore, Su Wen vaguely felt that things might not be so simple?
"Human, you're powerful......"
The orcs at the head finally spoke, using the somewhat lame continental lingua franca.
"But you can't stop us from passing through here, because we have hostages on our hands. β
It was only then that Su Wen finally discovered that in the center of the orc crowd, a fat middle-aged man was being sandwiched between two orc slaves. The man's luxurious clothes had long been torn, and there was a lot of blood on them, and his eyes were tightly closed, and his whole body was shaking violently. At this time, as if hearing the word "hostage" in the mouth of the orc leader, the man's eyes suddenly widened with fear, and then looked at the gray-robed man standing in the distance with a gaze full of anticipation.
"Save ...... Help me...... Gross!"
As soon as the fat man opened his mouth hoarsely, his fat belly was punched twice by the orc slave next to him, and he screamed and spit out two mouthfuls of sour water, and his face was full of pain.
"Hostages?"
Seeing the scene in front of him, Su Wen suddenly laughed.
"It's my business. β
The latter was stunned for half a second, as if trying to understand the meaning of Su Wen's words, and then finally realized that the gray-robed man in front of him was not joking - the person who was taken hostage by them was Henry Bacon, the largest shareholder of the underground chamber of commerce, and it was not an exaggeration to say that he was one of the most powerful people in Tridis City, but now it seemed that the other party didn't care about his life or death at all!
When it realized this, it roared!
It was the battle cry before the charge, the roar that all orc warriors would let out when faced with death and despair.
βloktarog......β
At this moment, as if suddenly entering some kind of wonderful state, Su Wen skillfully lifted the pistol, loaded it, and then pulled the trigger on the head of the orc leader. With the dull and loud sound of gunfire, the angry battle cry was only half shouted before it came to an abrupt end, and half of the orc leader's skull was effortlessly lifted, and the momentum of the charge turned backwards......
With the red and white things flying all over the sky, its dark green body, which was more than two meters high, fell heavily on the stone slab on the ground, and there was no more sound.