"There are ambushes!"

Hearing Strovo's shout, Lorena and her group of seven hurriedly drew their swords and put themselves in a prepared posture. At the same time, seven of the enemy's men, of whom Strovo had seen only four at first, also threw off their camouflage and jumped out.

These men are tall and tall. The cloaks on their bodies, while obscuring their key features, could not hide the fact that they were orcs.

As Strovo was busy dodging the sticks that were coming at his head, he accidentally noticed that "the cloaks they were wearing had a fire blade emblem on their chests. Strovo had seen the sign, but he didn't have time to think about it at that moment, because the cloak orc was trying to kill him at the moment.

The orc had attacked Strovo no less than three times with a stick, and each time he dodged it, but the third time he stepped forward and kicked the orc in the stomach. The orc didn't have time to react, and stumbled. Strovo hurriedly picked up his sword and stabbed it. The orc blocked the sword with a stick.

This behavior undoubtedly infuriated Strovo. He began to change direction and attack the orcs. But his enemies were clearly well trained. He never found a chance, and no matter how much he stabbed, the enemy was always quick to react - even dodging his legs and hands. While most humans prefer to use weapons, Strovo prefers to use both hands and feet.

Strovo stabbed down. He hoped that the enemy would duck down so he could strike him a critical blow. But the orc seemed to sense that he would do it. The orc held the stick in one hand and raised the other hand to cover his face.

Strovo kicked the orc in the leg.

The kick didn't break his bones, but it gave him a stumbling blow. He had to swing his hands to keep his balance. This gave Strovo a good chance. He lifted his sword and intended to stab the orc's chest.

But that's just a thought. When he lifted his sword and stabbed it, it passed through the cloak lightly, almost stabbing the "fire blade", but he didn't feel the sword penetrating his body. When he laboriously drew his sword—which he had not expected to take—he found that there was not even a drop of blood on the blade.

Strovo bared his teeth, not expecting that he would not be able to win. And the enemy standing in front of him at this moment seemed to be stronger than before.

Strovo took a deep breath and took a step forward. He would never throw in the towel. He began to attack the orcs by the neck and stomach with his arms. And then there are the necks and legs. His hand swung so fast that it was hard to see, forcing the orc back and forth. Although the orc had plenty of time to avoid Strovo's attack, he had barely left a place to stand—very quickly. He didn't even have the strength to dodge.

At this time, a sword flew out of nowhere and hit the orc in the head. The hood of the cloak was brought down by the flying sword, revealing the face of a green orc. His fangs also have that emblem engraved on them.

The sword was undoubtedly Lorena's. Strovo believes. She had put his enemies at bay.

Strovo's enemies shouted "retreat" in the language of the orcs. Then, all seven of them shouted in unison, "Geltek Erred Nash!" Strovo knew many languages, orcs, trolls, goblins, dwarves, and even four elven dialects. But he didn't understand it.

The enemy fled. Strovo turned to find Ian and Mal on the ground - Ian was dead, and Mal had a leg wounded - but Lorena, Jalud, Paoro, and Clay were all right. There was also an orc lying on the ground. The other six all fled, and two were still bleeding.

"Strovo and Clay, you go after it. Lorena said as she ran to Marl.

Clay is one of the bravest warriors in the squad. Strovo noticed that the sword of his companion was stained with blood. "You stabbed them?" Strovo asked as he chased Clay in the direction of the enemy's escape.

Clay nodded, "You have to get a head or neck piercing." Their bodies seem to be made of smoke, and they can't be pierced at all. ”

The enemy passed through a row of wicker that looked like a wall. Strovo and Clay were only a few steps away from them, and they hurried after them.

- Nothing. There was no sign of the orcs, not even the blood left by the two wounded orcs. There was nothing to be seen within a mile radius—it was impossible for these orcs to disappear in such a short period of time.

Strovo stopped and took a breath: "Do you smell it?"

Clay shook his head.

"It's brimstone. There's also a scent -- like thyme. ”

Clay was confused. "So what?" he asked.

"It's magic. That's why we can't stab them. ”

A glint flashed in Clay's eyes. He asked, "Is it a demon?"

"I hope not. Strovo shuddered. Clay was still a young man, and he had just enlisted in the army. Never participated in the battle with the Burning Legion at all. His desire to fight demons is something that only anyone who has never fought with demons has.

Strovo turned around and ran in Lorena's direction, Clay following him closely.

The Colonel knelt beside Mar, and Paoro next to her was bandaging Mar's wounds. Seeing Strovo and Clay, Lorena stood up: "How's it going?"

"They're gone, sir. It's gone - not even a trace of blood. And I smell magic. ”

Lorena took a sip. "Hell!" She exhaled, then pointed to the cloak on the ground and said, "This one can't run." Conclusive. ”

Strovo lowered his head and looked closely at the cloak on the ground, then picked up his sword and stabbed it, kicking up a large cloud of ash. Then he looked at Colonel Lorena.

"It's obviously magic. Lorena nodded.

"Sir, this kind of thing has happened before—" Strovo suddenly remembered a recent conversation with his brother. "I see. ”

"What's going on?"

"The last time I came home, my brother Manuel told me something. The last time he went to the Demon Buster Inn, he encountered an organization called the Fireblade Clan, who were recruiting new members. It is said that anyone who is dissatisfied with the current situation can join. But that's all he said. ”

Jalud gasped and said, "Shouldn't there be people who are dissatisfied with the situation?

Strovojue's reaction was suspicious, especially when he thought of what he had said earlier. But he didn't squeak and continued to report to the colonel: "Sir, the orcs I fought with have a fireblade emblem carved into his fangs. ”

"Fire Blade?" Lorena shook her head, "The man I fought with - the one who turned into a pile of ashes - has a fireblade nose ring. ”

Clay held up a hand, "Sir, can you let me speak?" Lorena nodded. "My enemy has one—like the one of the Strovo privates, sir. Also on the fangs. ”

"Looks like we'll have to find a priest, but we'll have to wait until we get back to Theramore. She looked at the North Outpost in the distance. "I don't trust any of the infirmaries here. ”

"Okay. Lorena put her sword back in the scabbard without wiping it—Strovo was sure she'd wipe it clean when she got on the boat—Lorena walked in the direction of the docks, "When we're on board, get Marl some of my whiskey." This can relieve pain. ”

Marl endured the pain and smiled: "The colonel is such a generous woman. ”

Lorena handed the corporal a smile: "I'm not so generous—I'll give you two finger-deep wine, and any more will be gone." That's not cheap. ”

Paolo motioned for Clay to help him. The two of them carried Mar, trying not to touch his injured leg, and walked towards the docks. Strovo picked up Ian's bloody corpse.

As she walked, Lorena said to Strovo, "Private, when we return to Theramore, I want to talk to your brother. I want to know a qiē about the Fire Blade Clan. ”

"Yes, sir. (To be continued.) )