In an unknown hill in the gray plain, the scorching wind and sand are firmly blocked by the tall poplar trees that are rare in this place, and it is cool inside, but when the breeze blows, the faint smell of blood makes this rare coolness stained with a trace of indescribable slaughter, this is the smell of the end of life, the scythe-wielding god of death quietly floats in the sky, patiently waiting for the next confused soul, killing, and being killed, this is the final question and answer that runs through the main body of life, but no one can easily give an answer. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Demon Hand Rattle, you lowly traitor, how dare you speak to me like that! The wrath from the Nine Towers will consume everything from you! Kneel now, you fool! My upcoming reinforcements may spare your life!"

It was obvious that Rattle's frivolous tone had angered the old mage who seemed to be in a high position, and the old man's voice was full of anger, but it was still difficult to hide a trace of weakness in it, and this answer also made Rattle and the three of them stunned, and then they clutched their stomachs and laughed.

"I didn't expect that Master El I would actually play such a little trick! Return reinforcements! Hahahaha, I'm so scared! Master, please spare me!"

Rattle imitated Al's tone and laughed and begged for mercy, but then his fierce face changed, walked forward quickly, and kicked on the front of the carriage, the strength of this semi-barbarian was so great that this sleep almost kicked the railing of the carriage, but the violent vibration also made several magisters who were hurrying up time to try to expel the toxins from their bodies stumble, and the old Al fell directly out of the carriage, but before he could land, the collar of the luxurious robe was firmly grabbed by Rattle, and he actually lifted the old man in mid-air。

Looking at Al's old face that was still trying to save the last of his face, but could not hide the panic in his eyes, Rattle grinned, revealing Sensen's white teeth, and put his fierce bald head close to Al's face, whispering in his ear,

"Old thing, do you really think that the name of the Nine Towers can scare me? Do you really think you still have reinforcements? Hehe, who do you think summoned the demons of Sam City?"

Rattle's words made Old El's pupils constrict, he raised his finger in disbelief, and pointed at Rattle for a long time but couldn't say a word, who would have thought that a mere magic master, who couldn't even get into his eyes, really dared to defy the world's condemnation, and finally summoned a demon to destroy Sam City?

However, thinking of some of the filth between him and Rattle back then, Old El's eyes immediately became horrified again, how should this barbarian "mongrel" who was not treated well in the Nine Towers Council deal with the enemy who had almost ruined his life? Old El's body began to tremble.

"Hey, hey, where did you go back in the day when you almost killed me for a Hydra heart core? Lord El, do you know how much I've missed you for so many years since I was transferred from the Demon Hunting Department to the Mage Inquisition? Do you know how long I, the "bastard" in your mouth, have been thinking about this day?"

Looking at the "intimate" exchange between Rattle and the old mage, Eliven shrugged his shoulders, this is Rattle's private matter, and it is inconvenient for him to ask, but it seems that there is indeed a big grudge between these two people, and it is no wonder that when he won over Rattle, this guy had little resistance, it seems that he has long held a grudge against the Nine Towers Council, and his appearance just gave him a reason to defect, which can be regarded as a coincidence.

He no longer paid attention to the Ratel who dragged El into the woods on the side, and instead began to gather the horses that were running around because of the battle, while Roman coughed twice, swooped into the carriage, and knocked out several unlucky magisters at once, but they were still sane, and they did not use mana to try to kill back, which gave them a chance to live, and Eliven clearly remembered the tragic fate of Morris who tried to use spells to detoxify after being poisoned.

However, just after Elivan gathered the four war horses, he heard Roman's irrepressible exclamation, and he immediately jumped onto the carriage, and his left hand had gathered a small condensed fireball, which could call the enemy in the face at the first time.

But when Elivan ran into the carriage, he saw Roman sitting on the ground, and the little ghost Prius curiously tried to approach the black thing, seeing this scene, the young man was a little unhappy, he glared at Roman, this guy is good at everything, and the battle is ruthless enough, but it is easy to make some moths in normal times,

"What the hell is your name?"

Roman rubbed his cheeks a little embarrassed, but he quickly became energetic, and pointed to the black figure who had been sitting at the back of the carriage and whispered,

"That guy... Hey, he's not human!"

"What?"

Elivan's hairs immediately stood on end, not a human, could it be a ghost? You must know that there are ghosts and zombies in this world, but at this time, a slightly clear voice helped him answer his doubts.

"There's something wrong with your friend's description, I'm not human, I'm a..."

Seeing the black shadow leaning forward into the light, and then uncovering the black hood he had been wearing on his head, the brown skin and slightly hideous fangs, and the figure that was obviously much taller than a normal human, and the strange tattoos on his skin with unknown meanings, Eliven reacted immediately.

"Orcs!"

After being called out of his identity, the orc simply stopped hiding himself and took off the hood entirely, and Elivan saw his whole picture clearly, just like the orcs of those tribes in his memory, the only difference was that this guy didn't look as tall as the legend, nor did he have that robust, except for the obvious orc face and skin color, this guy looked like a tall and thin human.

Looking at Elivan's inquiring gaze, the orc smiled wryly,

"Yes, but you're a little wrong, I'm a Borag, and I'm half human in my body. ”

"Borag, orcs, hehe. ”

When Roman heard the orc's words, he immediately showed a malicious smile, and Elivan turned his head to look at him, and the guy immediately stopped smiling, but the mockery on his face never disappeared.

"Borag" is an orc word meaning "a guy with impure blood", or "mongrel", but humans will translate Borag as "half-orc", and in some underdeveloped regions, it also refers to a disparaging term for orcs, or simply a curse.

But Eleven, who is from another world, is very disdainful of the popular "bloodline theory" in this world, so when he sees a real half-orc, he doesn't have the hostile feeling in his heart, in fact, Eleven's resentment towards some humans is far greater than that of unmasked orcs.

"I don't judge people by blood, orcs, we can't choose our race, but we can choose what kind of people we become! Now tell me your name, hehe, a guy who can speak the lingua franca so fluently, is certainly not a nobody. Right?"

Hearing Elivan's words, a touch suddenly flashed in the orc's somewhat dim eyes, he raised his head and carefully looked at the young man in front of him with blue Yang eyes, he could feel that the young man in front of him was wrapped in flames that were hotter than magma and flames under the calm appearance of flowing water, that feeling was very familiar to him, it was called revenge, and when Eliven saw his eyes, he couldn't help but be stunned, in his memory, the orc who also had blue eyes was not a good character, it was a real big man。

After a long time, the orc opened his mouth,

"My name is Andrei, Andre Theseus!"

"Theseus, this surname is rare in the Wastestone Plateau! If I'm right..."

Elevenn muttered to himself, he suddenly stretched out his hand and flicked the sleeve on the left arm of the orc in front of him upward, and sure enough, a white blue wolf emblem was engraved on the orc's arm, but this emblem had three more terrifying scratches than he remembered, almost deep to the bone, Elevenn was stunned for a moment.

And the orc also sighed and whispered,

"Yes, you guessed it, I do come from the Blue Wolf Clan, and the other half of my blood comes from the Wolf of Souls, Rontan-Theseus. ”

Elivan and Roman suddenly gasped, the ghost wolf Longtan, the famous soul shaman of the Wastestone Plateau, one of the eight leaders of tens of millions of orcs, this guy in front of him actually has such a prominent background? But why did this guy who was equivalent to a young patriarch appear here? And with a group of battle mages, shouldn't they be mortal enemies who share the sky?

Suddenly, a thought crossed Elivan's mind, and he suddenly thought of the three scratches on Andrei's arm, and immediately jumped up as if he had been electrocuted, almost hitting his head,

"You... You've been expelled?"

Andrei glanced at Elivan unexpectedly, then nodded, and said with some desolation,

"They need a swapper with enough weight, and I happen to be the only one selected....a Borageh. ”

"Swap?

Roman interjected and asked, then Andre thought about it, raised his finger and said,

"I'll tell you the secret, but you have to promise me one condition!"

"Hmph, do you think you're still qualified to negotiate terms with us?"

Roman glanced at Andre with disdain, and a shadow suddenly popped out in his hand, probably inspired by Elivan, this dark image was extremely burning flames, but Elivan only glanced at him, and the shadow flames condensed by this guy were only in vain, and could only be used to scare outsiders, and they didn't have much lethality at all.

"Roman, have you gone out and seen Rattle!"

Elevenn threw a word to Roman, who was feeling good about himself, and then ignored him, and since the three of them had been the leader of Eleven's leadership during this period of time, Roman subconsciously shrugged his shoulders, put away the shadow flame indifferently, turned around and jumped out of the carriage.

Andre watched as Senior Mage Roman was so obedient to a young man who seemed to be at the most intermediate, and the strange light in his lowered eyes became brighter and brighter.

And after driving away Roman, Elavin sat down opposite Andre for a long time, he threw out two cigarettes in his hand, threw one to Andre, took one in his mouth, snapped his fingers, and a flash of fire appeared on the tips of his fingers, lighting it for himself and Andrew, but it was obvious that the orcs were in contact with these human enjoyment for the first time, and some clumsily learned from Eleven's mouthpiece to take the cigarette holder in his mouth, and then lit it and took a sharp puff, and was immediately choked to tears, but this guy's adaptability was very good, and only a few minutes later, he began to enjoy this unique experience like Eleven。

After smoking a cigarette, Andrei threw the cigarette butt out the window, then grinned and grinned,

"This thing will corrode your mind, and if you want to continue on the path of mage, it's better to try to touch it as little as possible. ”

Elivan glanced at him and replied disdainfully,

"It seems to you that it is corrosion, to me it is more like a trial, if you can't control your desires, even if you don't touch this thing, you will still be ruined by something else, on the contrary, you can control your desires, who else can beat you?"

"Fallacious reasoning!"

Andrei pouted disdainfully, but he was also smart and quickly changed the subject,

"Are the three of you a group? Looks like you're the leader?"

Elevenn smiled and shook his head,

"The big man is the nominal leader, his strength is the strongest, Roman is the younger brother, his strength is still stronger than mine, as for why they all listen to me, hehe, it's a secret. ”

"Can I join, then?"

Andrei looked at Elavin expectantly, and the latter frowned deeply,

"Why? I don't actually reject orcs, but there is a reason for everything, why do you want to join us, not to mention that you should have heard from the conversation between the big man and the old mage just now, we have done a big bad thing, and it won't be long before the entire human world will start to spit on us, are you sure you want to join us at this time? join the camp of a human traitor as an enemy of humanity? It is very likely that we will be killed by the strong men who raided us tomorrow, and even you will have to die!"

Faced with Elivan's question, Andrei tilted his head and asked him a question,

"Have you ever hunted?"

"What?"

"I mean, have you ever seen a prey that has been hunted down by a vicious hunter? Have you ever seen a prey that calmly lays a trap to kill a hunter between life and death? I don't see the slightest panic in your eyes, and most importantly, you always seem to think that you are not going to be the prey in this game, and if you have this confidence, then why can't I finish this game with you? Of course, if I'm lucky enough to be alive at the end of the game, then I'd love to see you join me in the hunting game I wanted to play, for the sake of my poor mother. ”

Elevenn smiled, he looked at Andrei for a long time, the feeling of being an avenger was easy to recognize, that kind of thinking, that way of speaking, and the same crazy dreams, daring to make a move against an opponent who could not be matched at all, he smiled, and then stretched out his hand,

"Elivan, Eliven Mogedding, the last descendant of the Mogedin family, welcome you to the old K-regiment, of course, a period of study is inevitable. ”

Andrei smiled too, this smile was quite wild in the style of an orc, and he reached out and shook it with Eleven,

"Andrey, Andre Lusenke, I will no longer use the last name that has brought me endless humiliation, and one day, I will completely destroy Hughes, at all costs!

"Now, then, tell me everything you know. ”

Elivin sat back in the carriage and asked for a long time, while Andrei took out a scroll written in the skin of an unrecognizable animal from his bosom and threw it to Eleven,

"Seven years ago, there was a mysterious wizard on the Barren Stone Plateau, he kept circulating between the various tribes, and spent two years forming a mysterious alliance, in the past five years, the eight major clans have received countless food, weapons and armor from him, you may not know, the "big tribe" decades ago has been re-established in the depths of the Barren Stone Plateau, and the second real "big chief" in history is about to appear, guess what is the first thing he wants to do?"

Elivan said without thinking,

"Needless to say, it must be the disgrace of sending troops to occupy the Dragon Canyon, Yixue was defeated by the Northern Coalition back then! And if you do what you say, then this time the tribe will attack, the situation will be far more dangerous than the one a few decades ago, maybe even the northern fortress will be breached!"

After saying that, he seemed to understand something that was originally vague, and after thinking for a moment with his eyes closed, Elivin came to an even more terrible conclusion,

"You just said the exchanger, so if we're not mistaken... That mysterious wizard is from the Nine Towers, right?"

Andrei smiled,

"You're smart, my friend, but they're not the Nine Towers now, and they've gathered a lot of human scum and orc powerhouses with their tenets of 'power reign', and I even once saw the Naga and the Dark Elves in their guild house, an absolutely crazy organization, but sadly, it's already rooted in the orc society, its name is "Rogsarus", which in human language means "Alliance of the Mighty" or more explicit "Council of Destruction" As for the mysterious wizard, though he is very well hidden, once I accidentally passed by the great tent of Rontan, and heard a name from it, which may be familiar to you, Saruman!"

Hearing this name, a strange smile immediately appeared on Eleven's face, and he smiled and nodded,

"That's right, I'm familiar, indeed!"

But just when the two of them wanted to continue talking, Roman's screams suddenly came from afar,

"Come on, fools! Uncle Roman's life is here, come and take it!"

The two screams were followed by a violent shaking of the ground, and Eliven and Andrei glanced at each other, both seeing the worry in each other's eyes,

"Cavalry! How can there be cavalry in this hellish place on the Gray Plains?"

Eliven gritted his teeth and cursed, this sudden appearance of cavalry was not in his plan at all, to be precise, in the extremely low-armed gray plains and surrounding kingdoms, there were no cavalry troops at all, but the next somewhat familiar horn sound exposed the heels of these suddenly appeared knights.

"Hussar Knights!! how did they end up here!"

This time it was Andre who exclaimed, as the son of an orc chieftain, although his status in the tribe was inferior to that of ordinary warriors, but he still knew some common sense things, in the northern part of the entire continent, only the hussar knights would use this kind of dragon horn, it is said that this is exactly the time they got the spoils after killing the big chief, the hussar knights regarded it as the supreme glory, and the orcs regarded it as an eternal shame, since then, in the northern battlefield, as long as the dragon horn sounds, there will be a tragic battle born.

André thought that he would never hear the dragon's horn again in his life, but fate always made people like this, and in another place nearly thousands of miles away from his hometown, he encountered a natural enemy.

"Too much deception!"

Elivan didn't care about any hussar knights, although on his way to Sam City, he also had a relationship with those legendary knights yodel, and his impression was not bad at the time, but at this moment, on the escape road of the three people who went through thousands of dangers, they finally saw hope, but they were stopped by this group of knights who didn't know what to say, even if Eliven was tolerant, he couldn't bear such a result at all, not to mention, the boy was not a tolerant person in the first place.

"Andre, you stay here! Don't be found out by them! A bunch of dogs, dare to bully our old K regiment!"

After speaking, he jumped on a war horse, clamped his legs, the war horse let out a long neigh, turned around and ran in the direction of Rattle and Roman, while Andre stayed in place and looked at it in a daze, even though he had lived in the orc tribe for more than twenty years, this was the first time he had seen a guy who dared to charge the hussar knights, although his original intentions were not just, and their style of action was not bright, but what did it matter!

Andrei smiled, and was about to turn back into the carriage, when he saw a somewhat rickety old knight riding on a thin horse not far away, looking at him coldly.

"Orcs!

The next moment, the old knight was like lightning, followed by a long roar of sword light.