The roaring bonfires lit up the small camp with a crackling sound, and the sporadic sparks flew into the night sky like free elves.

The five mercenaries left behind sat around the campfire, several equally gloomy faces flickering in the flames, each holding the weapon in his hand, and the silent atmosphere seemed dull and depressing.

Heavy footsteps slowly approached, and five people like stakes jumped up at the same time, staring vigilantly into the darkness from which the sound came.

"Ahem"

With a slightly painful hoarse cough, a vague figure in a cloak slowly cleared in the darkness, the steel spear in his hand glowing faintly in the dim light.

"Damn Ollie, you're finally back, we're all scared to death!

In the darkness outside the campfire, only a vague outline could be seen, but the familiar spear was the first time for Grigor to recognize the person, this spear made of fine iron, but Ollie's main asset to show off on weekdays.

The visitor did not answer, but the cough became more painful and violent, and the shaky and weak figure staggered.

"Damn Ollie, what's going on?"

Grigor's face changed, and Ollie's appearance was obviously seriously injured, and he hurriedly ran forward to help.

Approaching unsuspectingly, Grigor reached out to support the powerless Ollie, and between the lightning and flint, Grigo's face suddenly changed, and Ollie's powerless and staggering body flew backwards with agility and jumped five meters, and the slightly delicate emaciated face leaked out from under the hood, and disappeared into the night in the blink of an eye.

"Damn it, Grigor" The few people who had already let their guard down suddenly became alert and hurried towards Grigor.

The blood hole in his chest the size of a baby's arm gurgled outward, and no matter how much Grigor pressed it, the blood still gushed outward like a fully open faucet.

A wry smile appeared on his pale face, and streams of blood gushed out of his mouth, and the four words "Beware of the monkey" muttered, and his head tilted and went limp.

"Grigor Grigor," Phil shouted like madness with red eyes, "Damn it, damn it, damn it, I'm going to slaughter it with my own hands!"

The anger of his companion's death in front of him instantly overwhelmed Old Gree's words, and Phil rushed into the darkness like crazy with a scimitar in his hand.

"Phil come back, Phil damn bastard bring me back" No matter how the remaining three mercenaries shouted, Phil, who was enraged, would pay attention, and the figure of the wild run soon disappeared into the night.

"Damn it"

An old mercenary scolded angrily, their task was to take care of the goods, several people had died, if the goods were lost, then the hounds were really finished.

But he couldn't watch his companions die, and wandering alone in the gravel wasteland at night was almost no different from sending him to death.

"Carl, you go get that bastard back, and if he won't come, knock him unconscious and bring him back!" the old mercenary roared angrily, making the final helpless decision.

"Yes!" a stocky warrior with a warhammer in his hand agreed, and hurried towards the roar of the night.

"Dangchang"

Shortly after he sat down, the crunch of chains clashing was very obvious in the silent camp, and the sound came from the tent where the Munk orcs were being held, and the remaining two old mercenaries changed color at the same time.

"Damn Monkey"

The old mercenary scolded in a low voice, and a wisp of hideousness crawled on his face, even if those monkeys were locked in heavy shackles, and the strength of the two guards was a little weak, but if those bastards dared to make trouble, he would never mind the harvest of this trip, which was less than a hundred and ten gold coins.

The angry two rushed into the tent at the same time, and before they could stand still, they felt a strong wind coming from the surface, and the blurred black shadow was like a hungry wolf pounced, and went straight to the door and crashed into it.

"Pong"

The sudden attack, although he hurriedly resisted, but a huge force came, the arm of the resistance was knocked into the door, a mercenary fell to the ground, blood and tears mixed down, and the eyes that were hit hard could not see anything for a while, but years of experience still made him instinctively dance the scimitar in front of him to resist the opponent's attack again.

"Damn" When the old mercenary saw this, he immediately shouted angrily, and the big sword in his hand was about to slash at Xia Zuo, but he obviously forgot that there was far more than Xia Zuo orcs in this tent.

The sound of iron chains, the body struggled off the ground, and the thick arms covered with black hair were clasped around the neck like a golden hoop made of steel.

With a few crisp clicks, the struggling body suddenly went limp, slipping out of the arms of the sneering orc.

Xia Zuo dodged the scimitar while stabbing with a spear, and after stabbing five blood holes in the mercenary's body one after another, the struggling body was silent.

Stepping forward with a calm expression, Xia Zuo snatched the scimitar from his hand and cautiously mended it on his neck.

"Boy, you are a real Campas warrior haha you saved us, from today on, you are my brother to Bigu!" killed another mercenary, the stout orc with a whip mark on his face, slapped Natsuzo's thin shoulder hard, and his high-pitched voice was like thunder.

The rest of the orcs in the tent immediately burst into laughter.

The world of orcs is very simple, when Xia Zuo killed Old Barr and escaped, they had already changed their opinion of him, and now the other party actually ventured back to save them, which made them already regard Xia Zuo as a brother and partner.

The brave Campas warrior never leaves his brothers and partners to run away on his own, and Xia Zuo proves himself to be a true Campas warrior with his actions.

"You're also a real Kampas warrior, you can't stay here for long, we have to leave quickly!" Xia Zuo rubbed his shoulder, and the slap just now made him feel like he had been hit by a hammer, which shows how terrifying the power of this orc is!

It's just that after Xia Zuo finished speaking, the orcs didn't move.

"My brother, we can't go with you!" Bigu shook his head, looking at Xia Zuo's puzzled expression, before pointing to the two corpses on the ground and said.

"These humans are weak, but among them there is a true warrior, a strong warrior, and only that person has the key to open the shackles, and with the shackles we will only slow down our journey, and we will not escape the pursuit of that warrior at all. ”

Bigu patted Natsuzo on the shoulder and said, when he mentioned Gray, his eyes were full of admiration.

"My brother, you are a high-level orc with great potential, you should continue to grow and become the glory of Kampas, instead of dying in this damn gravel wasteland!"

Obviously, despite seeing Xia Zuo's power, Bigu still thinks that if they meet Gray, they will definitely die.

"Impossible" Xia Zuo shook his head slightly, and in just three words, the attitude of the Munk orcs towards him immediately upgraded from partner to reverence.

Of course, Xia Zuo probably meant that he couldn't get out of this damn wasteland without the guidance of the Munch orcs, but obviously none of the orcs who looked at him with reverence thought so.

"Okay, if we don't die, then you are my brother to Bigu!" Xia Zuo's resolute attitude immediately caused Bigu to laugh loudly.

"And I'm Mantas"

"And I, Tara"

One by one, the orcs surrounded Xia Zuo, shouting their names loudly, no need to swear, the identity of the orcs is a strong oath, from today on, Xia Zuo is their brother who lives and dies together.

The footsteps came from afar, with a depressed whisper of scolding, and without Xia Zuo's words, the orcs who had lived in the gravel wasteland for many years quietly walked out of the tent in turn.

The battle ended quickly, or it couldn't be called a battle at all, even with heavy shackles, twelve Munk orcs were not something that a single human mercenary could resist.

"Don't kill him, bring him along, maybe it will be of some use!"

Just when Bigu's thick palm was about to twist the neck of the unconscious Phil, Xia Zuo's eyes suddenly lit up and he hurriedly shouted to stop, although a hostage may be unhindered, but at least it can be guarded a little.

Xia Zuo is a high-level orc, and high-level orcs are very smart, and Xia Zuo has just saved them, Bigu didn't ask the reason, so he stopped what he was doing, and instead picked up the unconscious Phil and carried it on his shoulder.

"Alright, guys, let's go home before those dastardly humans catch up," Xia Zuo shouted, and the Munk orcs, who were happily cleaning the battlefield, immediately roared in agreement.

The sky is white, the blazing bonfire has long been extinguished, under the charred black wood ash, there are still shallow sparks that have not been completely extinguished, the ground is completely stained red with blood, and the congealed blood is clearly engraved with messy beast footprints.

The crushed white bones were chewed, the scattered pieces of flesh were scattered all over the ground, the torn strips of cloth and hairs were sticky together, and there was an unpleasant stench, and a huge green-headed fly under black pressure chirped and flew happily.

Chasing in the direction of the Campas Empire, the four Gray who found that something was wrong and hurriedly turned back, after searching for a night to no avail, decided to return to the camp first to rest, and after returning, they were greeted by such a picture.

The four of them looked at the scene in front of them in disbelief, as if they had been struck by lightning, and instantly lost all consciousness.

"Pong"

With a muffled sound, Gray's figure suddenly became shorter, and his feet stepped into the hard ground in grief and anger.

"Find out those brutes" There was a layer of frost on his face, and Gray had walked not far from the camp and closed his eyes and fell asleep, recuperating for a night.

Old Gree didn't refute anymore, his already old face suddenly seemed to be more than ten years old, he knew that the hounds were finished, even if they caught up with those monkeys, killing them would not be able to stop the hounds from dissipating, maybe he should retire, sighed heavily, and began to investigate the traces on the ground.

At this time, I can't help but regret a little in my heart, maybe they shouldn't be greedy that day, let the little monkey destroy itself in the wasteland, and what was sent to the door was not God's gift but the gate of hell, but the ** of thousands of gold coins, which human can resist?

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