The orc was beaten down again, and Wu Yan tiredly put down the broken knife, pulled a clump of bloody grass from the ground, put it in his mouth and chewed it. As far as the eye could see, the steep ridge was littered with corpses, all orcs who had been slain.

Now his location is a steep mountaintop, only a dozen zhang in size, the terrain is narrow, easy to defend and difficult to attack. The only downside is that there is no food or water on the mountain.

The group had been here for four days, and had repelled seven attacks by the orcs. Since being discovered by the orcs a few days ago, the group has fought and retreated, and finally arrived at the place of execution.

Although it was not easy for the orcs to climb up and attack, several people were already physically and mentally exhausted after fighting repeatedly. Crucially, there were no supplies at the top of the mountain, and there was no way to escape.

Looking at the hundreds of orcs at the foot of the mountain, Wu Yan swallowed the grass foam in his mouth vigorously, this was the only way to quench his thirst. Behind him, a group of people were already scarred. Liu You has long been in a coma, and he has been a slave for many years, so his foundation is not very good, so he is naturally the first to fall.

In order to cover Wu Gan, Baoxiang blocked a long crossbow that flew from nowhere for him, and his buttocks were pierced, so he could only rest on his stomach. As for Shui Congyue, Wu Yan didn't know how many injuries he had suffered, anyway, the clothes on his body were already full of holes, so that he, who had always paid attention to grooming, could lie on the ground with his eyes closed and breathe, which showed the severity of the injury.

Bao Xiang rubbed the ground and moved over, glanced at the movement under the mountain, and sighed with some emotion, "It seems that these dogs are not ready to attack the mountain, and they plan to trap us."

Wu Yan glanced back at him and laughed miserably, "I'm sorry to drag you to such a place."

Bao Xiang didn't react at first, and immediately turned angry, "What kind of bird talk, you kidnapped me?" Don't worry, brother, I won't blame you when I die, and I can still have a companion when I die." Looking at the bonfire at the bottom of the mountain, he suddenly sighed with emotion: "You said that if we die, can we still go back to Fuyingguan, scaring to death Mo Xin, the old immortal, he is timid."

"Okay, then I will make you the deputy owner of the village, and Mo Xin will retire to the house." Wu Yan laughed.

"If you want to have the kind of money, don't be like you, it's hard to be a chief, and you have to pay out of your own pocket to recruit someone, so you are so unclear." Baoxiang said with disdain, and suddenly turned his head and shouted, "Qihe, don't be tired and crooked, spicy eyes."

Qi He, who was whispering something to Feng'er, raised his head when he heard this, maybe it was because he was in such a state of exhaustion, and his people also let go, "Baoxiang, I envy you to death, when are you tired of it."

"Bah, bah, I'll find the three sisters of the life clan when I go back, and I'm tired of it every day, and I'm angry with you." Bao Xiang was poked by this soft knife and had no temper, so he had to lie down angrily and watch the movements of the orcs under the mountain.

Ye Ziming walked behind the two of them and looked at them for a long time, "Could it be that we are waiting for death here, is there any good way."

Wu Yan handed over a handful of grass and glanced at the other party, "Waiting for death, it's impossible." When the other party relaxes a bit, we will rush down again, and if we can run out, count as few." This is not nonsense, if you rush faster, Feng'er with Qihe, Ning Liancha with Liu You, can take advantage of the chaos to fly away. Although there is a holly bird, Wu Gen is not ready to use it to escape, and is ready to advance and retreat with the rest of the people, and how many can survive is counted.

"Then when are you ready to rush, let's also make preparations." Ye Ziming sat down, grabbed the grass and chewed it, just chewing two bites, "Phew, what kind of thing is this, Wu Gan, how did you eat it."

"Don't waste it if you don't eat it, there's not much grass on the top of the mountain." Wu Gan warned viciously, "Don't you see that I've been observing the movements of the orcs, I'll tell you when the time comes." By the way, I remember that you are quite familiar with the rhythm, and you can play a tune for your grandfather, and maybe you will come up with a way to escape as soon as you are happy."

A few days ago in the Yuren camp, Wu Gen saw Ye Ziming making a flute, which he hung on his waist on weekdays, and took it out to show off when he was fine.

"How can I, a nobleman, play for you, a little middle-aged man, and I am not afraid that the government will arrest you and serve hard labor." Ye Ziming's face was incredulous, but he could see Wu Yan and Baoxiang's sympathetic smiles, and hurriedly waved his hand, "Okay, okay, I'm afraid of you." Alas, the dragon swims in the shallow sea and is played by shrimp, and the tiger falls in Pingyang and is bullied by dogs, it is really a dehaired phoenix that is not as good as a chicken. Forget it, if you don't blow it, say no

I'm going to have some kind of moth going to come out of you both."

As he spoke, he carefully removed the bamboo flute from his waist and coughed twice, "Listen, this is a piece of music played by the nobleman himself, and you can't listen to it on weekdays."

"Hurry up, hurry up, it's all in such a situation, and you're still putting up your stinky shelf." Wu Yan was a little impatient, and patted the other party's ass with the scabbard, "I've already slapped the horse's ass, so don't blow it quickly."

"You're a horse." Ye Ziming muttered and gently blew the bamboo flute.

The sunset was like blood, and a low sound sounded, whining. The sound of the flute was like a silk mist, soothing down the top of the mountain, into the forest, and gradually enriching the valley. The sound is mixed with the mist of twilight, crying and complaining, and the wisps are endless, quite a bit of heroic end, speechless and choking.

For a moment, there was silence on the top of the mountain, except for the ethereal sound of the flute.

"It's not good, it's so sad." Wu Jian listened to it for a while and stopped doing it.

"What, the sound of the flute is like this, so what do you want to hear?"

"The pretty widow weeps at the grave."

"Get out."

"Then change the king and the second dog into the cave room, this is a celebration."

「......」

Several people kept arguing, but for a while, they diluted the gloom on the top of the mountain a lot. Shui Congyue listened to the three of them messing around, changed to a comfortable posture, and a smile quietly appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Two days later, a group of people were closing their eyes to maintain their strength, when they suddenly heard Wu Gan's voice: "Hurry up, something is wrong down the mountain."

Everyone came to the edge of the cliff. Sure enough, I saw a commotion among the orcs under the mountain, and they all ran into the distance, not even the camp tent or anything like that.

"What's going on?" Baoxiang glanced at Wu Yan a little strangely, "Could it be that there is a fire in the house of these orcs, or the wife has run away with someone, so urgent, I don't even want to carry a burden."

Wu Yan was also confused, originally thinking that he would attack the enemy camp in another day, but he didn't expect the other party to retreat first. In the midst of his confusion, the sound of rumbling hooves was heard in the distance, and a torrent swept over the horizon. Soon, the torrent quickly rushed over, but it was a team of people. They were all heavily armored and had a long tail behind them. The mount resembles a horse, not a horse, with antlers and fangs, and a hideous face.

The centaurs were soon in front of the mountain, their hooves so crisp and murderous that a black cloud formed above them, rolling towards the fleeing orcs.

The orcs seemed to be terrified of these men, and scattered without any resistance.

Wu Yan frowned, staring at the movements of these people, since even the powerful orcs were vulnerable in front of him. Wu Jian believed that if he was an enemy of these people, he would not even have a chance to escape.

Soon, the orcs below the mountain either died or fled, and the shouts of killing around gradually subsided. Wu Gen and the others did not dare to show their heads, but hoped that these people would not find themselves and evacuate after the looting.

Soon, several people's illusions were shattered, and some people climbed down the hillside to the top of the mountain, as if they knew the existence of Wu Yan and others.

Ye Ziming held the Fengxi Sword a little nervously, "What should I do, do I want to fight."

Wu Yan shook his head, sighed, and said, "Wait and see what happens, and try not to do anything. If the other party insists on being rude, it's not too late to do it again."

Soon, three people climbed to the top of the mountain, and their cold eyes looked at Wu Yan and the others through their visors, "Who are you waiting for, why are you peeping here."

Putting down the broken knife in his hand, indicating that he was not hostile, Wu Yan smiled and said, "Several military masters, we are people who have traveled here from other continents, and we are trapped here because we are angry with the orcs, and we have no intention of peeping at the army."

"Hmph, it's not a small role to let the orcs send a large army to besiege it. Throw down your weapons, bind yourself, roll me down the mountain, and I'll talk about it when I see our general." The tallest of them was not easy to fool, and shouted loudly. Although there are only three people here, he is not afraid of the more than ten people in front of him.

"Why, we haven't touched your people, why should we abandon our weapons like prisoners of war?" Baoxiang was a little unconvinced.

"If you don't give up your weapon, you'll die." The other party threatened viciously, and with a flick of the long tail behind him, the stone on the side was shattered.

Such a hard body, Wu Gan's heart was dark

Surprised, I estimated the strength of the other party. Even if I can kill the other party, I'm afraid it will take a lot of effort. If the hundreds of people under the mountain are like this, hehe, there is no shame in abandoning weapons.

In the midst of a stalemate, an arrow was shot from the bottom of the mountain, flying diagonally over the top of the mountain. The three of them were stunned, no longer pressing, but looking down the mountain.

Wu Yan followed his gaze, and four more people climbed up. The men were more athletic, walking on the steep slopes and soon reaching the top.

"Senho, no, no, General." As soon as the four of them landed, the three people who had just climbed the mountain first hurriedly saluted a slender young man.

The official came, and Wu Yan was thinking about how to deal with these people, and one of them removed his mask and revealed a familiar face. It's none other than Ji Ye, who met Wu Gen and others in the Blood Tower, and then went on the road alone. I didn't expect to meet here again, and I can only sigh that this world is so small.

"Old Ji, you are here, we are all about to be bullied to death by the orcs. If you come later, our brothers will have to meet again in the next life." Wu Yan exchanged tears, staggered to Ji Ye's side, and grabbed the other party's hand, "I knew that you wouldn't abandon us."

Wu Yan hugged Ji Ye as he spoke, rubbing his face against the other party's armor. Ji Ye was stunned, took a step back in disgust, and quietly broke away from Wu Gan's clutches.

Having already seen Wu Gan's shamelessness, Ji Ye was not interested in his emotional performance, but bowed to Shui Congyue, "Brother Congyue, I just heard from the orc captives that there are human beings on the mountain who are fighting each other, and their combat power is quite strong, especially if a halberd is invincible, I guessed that it was you. I didn't expect God's favor to reunite you and me. The younger brother is late, and the brother is frightened."

When they first traveled together, Shui Congyue and Ji Ye sparred, and the two of them benefited a lot, so naturally there was some taste of heroism.

"Brother Ji is too humble, this life-saving grace will be remembered from the moon, and I will repay it later." The water from the moon is also a gift back.

"Brother Ji, who is this?" As he spoke, the young man who was respectfully called the general stepped forward and asked with interest.

"Oh, this is the water from the moon that I often talk to you. This man is a man of great skill and noble temperament, and he is a rare man." Ji Ye hurriedly introduced, and then turned to Shui Congyue, "Congyue, this is the powerful general Ming Zheng, this time it was he who led the troops to defeat the orcs."

Shui raised his eyebrows from the moon, but did not speak, but only slightly arched his hand.

"What about this one?" Ming Zheng pointed at Wu Yan and asked.

"Him." Ji Ye frowned, and said helplessly, "He is a warrior among gangsters, a splash among warriors. But don't offend him, or you have to be careful when you go to bed at night."

"Old Ji, how can you slander me like this." Wu Yan was quite annoyed, this is a general, how can he slander him like this as soon as they meet.

"However, don't look at this person's gangsterism, but you can entrust your life to him." Ji Ye smiled and added.