After killing the seven-headed orcs, although it took no more than a minute for Ota, the smell of blood was very pungent, so Ota immediately got busy. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

He took out a bag of lime from the backpack behind him and sprinkled it on the orc's wound, although the weather was cold, it was not to the extent that it was dripping and frozen, and blood was naturally even more impossible.

I saw that the wounds on the orc's body quickly dried up, condensing into a large mass of blood-colored solid like stones, and Orta sprinkled some more on the blood-stained ground, and the smell of blood in his nose immediately faded a lot.

In order to prevent other orcs from accidentally coming here to find them, Ota used a big sword to dig a deep pit on the spot, although the big sword is easy to pierce into the ground, but it is not very suitable for digging a pit, fortunately, there are iron gloves, after putting on a wild plan, so it took more than an hour for Orta to bury them, and no other orcs came here during this time, which may have something to do with the cold weather.

Orta cleared the floor again, sprinkled some potion to get rid of the last fishy smell, and finally could rest in peace.

Ota climbed to a tree, took out a few pieces of jerky from his backpack and chewed it, looking at the sky, it was dark and black, and he couldn't tell what time it was, although the wind was a little weaker, but the weather was getting colder and colder, it seemed that in a few days, the snow would be really cold after the arrival, and the winter had also started from the first heavy snowfall.

Ota remembered that there was still a pot of 'Courage Burning' in his backpack, which was the right time to ward off the cold on such a cold night, and he also liked 'Courage Burning' more and more, the feeling of being cold in the throat and hot in the stomach, as well as the pleasure of blood boiling, and the most memorable thing for him was the words of the sergeant when he drank this wine for the first time:

"Only the bravest warriors, the greatest warriors, are worthy of drinking such wine. ”

After resting for a while, Orta stood in the tree and looked into the distance, where it was dark and unsightly, but he knew that the direction was the village of Oka where he lived.

A few months ago, people were singing and laughing, but now, it is in ruins, and the culprits of all this are orcs.

"Since I'm here, you all have to die. ”

Orta said secretly, and then jumped to the ground, and then the figure fell low, and disappeared into the night after a few flashes.

The further you go, the denser the orcs become, some wandering around probably looking for food, some lying still and snoring, and they are very close to each other, as if they are warming each other.

Near the west side of the village, there used to be a stone wall more than two meters high, which was used to defend against orcs, but at this time, most of it had collapsed, and stones were scattered everywhere, only a small section of the stone wall was crumbling in the wind, leaking everywhere, and it looked like it was about to collapse at any time.

Just behind this stone wall, there was a person standing quietly at this time, it was Otta.

Ota looked at the village through the hole in the stone wall, which was still nearly a kilometer away from the blacksmith's shop, but the entire village was densely packed with nearly 10,000 orcs, and there was not much place to put their feet.

And the rest of the orcs are scattered everywhere, there are many outside the entrance of the village, but it is dark and far away can not be seen clearly, and the location of Ota, because there are broken stones everywhere, and the wind is also a little strong, there are not too many orcs, and the closest to him is also thirty meters away, and the two orcs are huddled together and are lying on the ground and falling asleep.

"What can I do, it's too dense to get close. Ota was a little worried.

After pondering for a moment to no avail, Ota looked around again, there was a house not far away, but the doors and windows were broken, and it was not clear how many orcs were hidden in it, and besides, as long as he went out from behind the wall, he believed that if he couldn't walk ten steps, he would be discovered by the orcs, after all, not every orc was sleeping, and there were dozens of them wandering around.

Ota shook his head, it didn't seem to work, he had to find another way.

Orta looked at the large trees that surrounded the village, and shook his head, each of them was too far apart, and the leaves had long since fallen out, and the lone one could not hide.

But the distance is too far and the orcs are too dense, and the light mask will break before they rush through, and even if they are lucky enough to rush in, they can kill the orc leader, but after that, there is no strength left to escape, and it is also a mortal situation.

How can you lure them away without being noticed, as long as you can get close to the well, at that time, you can use the mask to protect the body to kill the leader, and in the next escape, the mask is your biggest dependence, and you must not use it too soon.

Time passed imperceptibly, and although the sky was still dark and unchanged, some orcs had begun to turn over non-stop, as if they were about to wake up from their slumber.

"No, it's too late to act again, and it seems that you can only take a risk once. ”

I saw Ota press his two hands on the ground, and suddenly two faint white rays came out of his palms, sticking to the ground and facing the two orcs who were still sleeping thirty meters away.

This time the white light was much faster than the one outside the tavern, and in the blink of an eye, it was in front of the orc, and it swooped in.

With a "whew", the two orcs stood up at the same time, but strangely, their eyes did not open, but walked towards the wall where Ota was hiding.

At this time, Ota only felt that the cold on his body was very straight through the bone marrow, which was not caused by the weather, but when the white light in his body entered the orc's body, this cold and piercing feeling suddenly appeared, and it was drilled out of the bone marrow, this cold and piercing feeling was exactly the same as the evil cold feeling when absorbing the magic bead.

It seems that whether it is absorbing magic beads or manipulating orcs, it is a very sinister thing, if his spirit is slightly weak, it is easy to be assimilated by them, Ota thought to himself.

However, at this time, the arrow had to be fired, and Orta could only grit his teeth and continue to control the two orcs to approach. Ota carefully pasted it, for fear that there would be some accidents due to the excessive movement of the range, so as to wake them up, after all, Ota just simulated the appearance of the orc leader to give them instructions, so that they could walk like sleepwalking, this is not a very clever god control technique, and he will not do it at all.

The two orcs were almost close to Ota's face, and even their heavy snorts were already sprayed on Ota's face, and a fishy stench rushed straight to him, and Ota's almost suffocated unguarded.

Holding his breath and concentrating, Orta slowly put his two hands on their foreheads, and the white light on his hands flashed again, and two thicker white rays penetrated into it, and one of the orcs, whose eyelids jumped, immediately fell silent.

Orta closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then opened his eyes suddenly, stepped into the middle of the orcs and put his arms on their bodies, his legs gently retracted and his head lowered, and if he didn't look closely, he couldn't be spotted for a while.

I saw two orcs holding Ota very close, and at the same time they stretched out their limbs and walked towards the village. Thus, a strange pair appeared.

The two orcs with a very strange walking posture walked over in a 'figure eight' shape, the two heads were tightly pressed together, starting from the neck, and the two huge butts still wanted to lean hard together, but unfortunately it was very difficult.

Looking at the orcs lying on the ground densely, even if the cold air was coming out of his bones, his back was already soaked at this time, and controlling two of them at the same time was already too strong to sting in his mind, and it was even more difficult to control them to pay attention to their feet so as not to wake up one or two.

Moved forward cautiously, and after a long time, Ota no longer cared, because he simply had more than enough heart and not enough strength.

It's close, it's finally close, seven hundred meters... Five hundred meters... Three hundred meters...

When he was almost 100 meters away, Ota almost burst into tears, and even secretly swore that he would never take such an errand again in the future, which was simply "Lord Yama hanged himself, looking for death by himself!"

Whether Ota wanted to cry or swear, but he still had to walk, and when he was less than fifty meters, Ota suddenly found that there was no road ahead.

Because the orcs on the ground are too crowded, they can't find a place to stay, and at this time, the stinging pain in his mind is getting worse and worse, after all, this is the first time he has controlled the orcs, and it is still two-headed, so the consumption is extremely great, if it weren't for the limited wisdom of the orcs, it would be impossible for Orta to hold on until now.

What to do, what to do?

Ota really couldn't hold on to it, not to say how much white light was consumed in his body, but this torment was really exhausting, and his eyes were full of orcs, which was more exciting than dancing on the tip of a knife, and it was more thrilling.

The most important thing is that the evil and cold feeling in his body makes him unable to hold on, and Orta even feels that he is an orc, and his heart is full of endless killing intent, and only killing and drinking blood can restore the cold in his body to heat.

Ota understands that although absorbing the magic bead has greatly increased his strength, it has also affected his mental nature, and he will not know when he will be unable to suppress it and be assimilated.

Ota bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, and the smell of blood immediately filled his mouth, and under the severe pain, Ota roared in his heart: "It's just a few dozen meters away, Lao Tzu fights." ”