The first encounter turned out to be in this form. The bandits ran arrogantly, chasing after them.

Aren't green-skinned orcs harder to kill than brown-skinned ones? As far as I can remember, the green-skinned orcs had received demonic blood to become like that. Shouldn't they be bloodthirsty and fight to the death in the face of our pursuit?

Why did they abandon the highest glory of the orcs and choose to live in this way?

I shot an arrow into the orc's shoulder, and the guy didn't care and was still running.

"Surround them! Net! I shouted.

Stretching his bow again, aiming at the guy's waist is an arrow.

The orc stumbled and almost fell, but he still stood still. It didn't take a few steps before my third arrow went into its hip.

It finally fell!

Five or six people were around to catch it, but the guy got up from the ground with a twist. In his left hand, he grabbed a large axe and slashed around.

The people around flashed back, but they didn't cut it. The orc opened its mouth and roared at us.

I stared into its eyes...... Sure enough, it's red! This guy received demonic blood!

It stepped back step by step with its axe, and the three orc heads dropped it without looking back, and continued to run.

A net pocket was thrown over, not selapped. Another net pocket. The main muscles of the orc's body were injured, and it may not feel a lot of pain now, but it will definitely affect its movement. When the third net was put on, the orc was trapped.

"Catch it! Ten gold coins per person! I yelled.

There will be brave men under the great reward. Ten gold coins, ordinary civilians can live for many years!

The orc in the net pocket could no longer wield its axe, and the five or six men pounced.

Stones, sticks, and fists became their means of attack, not killed, but maimed. Pull it back and you'll get it. The orcs in the net pockets did look strong when they stood there. But there is a saying since ancient times that two punches are hard to beat four hands. Not to mention a bunch of crazy guys with gold coins in their eyes.

Ha, in a way, today's action is a good thing.

The orcs in the net pocket had been suffocated by the group of hooligans with stones and sticks. "The bundle is strong! This thing is going to bite when it wakes up! I said.

The people around laughed.

"You guys! Drag this thing back! Take care of it! I'll give you a prize when I get back! I pointed to a few of them.

"Hah!"

"Hooray!"

The men clapped and stamped their feet excitedly.

Lawrence had already chased the first three, and I quickly got on my horse and chased after them. Not surprisingly, the enthusiasm of this group of people has been temporarily aroused by me. Next...... As long as there are no problems with tactics, or coordination and the like, or if the opposite side is not a crowd of tactics to crush us, this group of people will be more confident next time. I thought as I chased.

The group of people chasing the three orcs was like a dog chasing a rabbit. It's a very apt analogy, but these orcs who are desperate for their lives are no different from rabbits who have fled into the wilderness.

"Bow and arrow! Don't you know how to shoot arrows? "I yelled." How long are you going to catch up! ”

As soon as I pulled the reins, the horse stopped and stopped, and I shot the arrow. With an arrow in the leg, the orc fell directly to the ground. It turned its head, pulled out the arrow from the ground, got up and kept running!

That's kind of amazing!

"Shoot it down!" I shouted.

After chasing forward for a while, the wounded orc finally couldn't hold it anymore, and his back was full of arrows, but he still wanted to run forward.

The orc stopped, roared ahead, made a series of sounds I didn't understand, and spun around! Rushed towards us.

That's what an orc should be! I laughed out loud and shot an arrow into its arm.

"Catch it!" I shouted. That's no problem! The net pocket pulls over the head, and the next thing is a fat beating.

The remaining two suddenly split up and ran away. "Victor! You lead someone to catch that! I shouted. Live or die! Be sure to bring it back to me! ”

"Lawrence!" I jumped off my horse. "You follow me!" As I spoke, I grabbed a soldier and pulled an arrow from his quiver. Then run in the other direction.

"You...... What do you want to do! Lawrence gasped as he ran.

"Leave a living mouth!" I said, "I'm going to see what it wants!" ”

"You don't have to do this!" Lawrence reached out and pulled me.

"Have you ever been a scout? Will you be tracking? Or will they? "I stopped." You'll be back in a minute! I said.

"That's not what you're supposed to do!" Lawrence is quite knowledgeable.

"I've got to do that, brother. I'm relieved to have Reggie, and I'm even more relieved to have you and Ralph. I said, "Go back and tell Ralph and send them the money!" Don't skimp on that little money! Also, tell Reggie that you can move on! Don't worry about me! I will go back! ”

"Tell Reggie about this, and I can imagine what will happen to him."

"Orcs don't run away like this for no reason, there must be something going on here! My scouting skills are only as good as the Scouts in the Stormwind Kingdom! That's what you told him. If I go back and find that you're not in Roadridge, I'll go...... That town is looking for you by what the hell it's called! I patted him on the shoulder.

"......"

I patted him in the face, "I'm your boss, I'm in charge!" Then he turned around and chased after him.

Indeed, I can't count on them to be a scout for me. And when things go wrong, there must be demons. It's the first time I've seen these green-skinned orcs, but they're no worse than the legend says! There must be something strange about them running away so desperately!

The orc was still very alert, and it was probably only his own reason for his own life.

I didn't dare get too close to him, I don't know if the orc's nose is as sensitive as a pig or a dog.

This guy isn't slow, and his stamina is unbearable. It's so good at running, it can probably maintain a speed for a long time, which is very scary in the jungle. This makes me miserable!

I try to follow its pace, sometimes I'm so tired that I have to rest. And then with the skills I learned at Ravenhold, I tried to catch up. But in the end, it was left far behind. Two days later, I could only find the traces it left behind.

By the third day, I felt that I might have been out of the realm of the Stormwind Kingdom by now, not only was there no road, but it was surrounded by dense forests. Where the hell is this guy going?

On the morning of that day, I found a black panther that had been killed. The panther's jaw was smashed, half of its skin was peeled off, and its front and hind legs were all gone. And around the panther, I didn't see any signs of fire. Only the remaining two leg bones were found gnawing under a large tree.

I looked at the panther's leg bones, which were about the thickness of my wrists, and the flesh on them was so cleanly scraped! And this guy eats a lot. No wonder it took five or six people to barely hold down an orc, and they were still injured.

The panther's body was already cold, and I touched the blood on the ground. Judging by the extent of the dried blood, it is estimated that the orc has been away from here for four to six hours. I looked up at the sky, it was almost noon.

Following the blood stains on the ground and the surrounding plants, and the extent of the destruction of the surrounding plants, I feel that I have now exceeded my performance, and that guy has already dumped me for half a day!

While running, I was still thinking about whether this tracking experience would be praised by the higher levels if I went back to report.

By the fourth day, I was exhausted. It's not human work! Even horses can't stand running like this! How much blood did this orc drink! Where did it come from? How do you run to this place?

Just as I was wondering, I heard the sound of a tree falling not far away.

Quietly touched it, hid his body behind a large tree, and then looked at the place where the sound came from with his head open.

I don't know if I don't see it, but I'm really shocked when I see it! Found the orc's camp!

Did they continue to cut down trees in preparation for expanding the camp? I climbed to the top of the tree and got a general view of the camp.

The orcs have set up camp in the middle of a lush jungle, and these guys are pretty good! Trenches, thorns, fences, fences, watchtowers, and even a large house, the kind of house that I have in mind is the headquarters.

The camp is huge! This size is by no means a camp for a few hundred orcs! It is estimated that there are at least a thousand people.

Thinking of this scale...... I gasped.

There was a large flag in the middle of the camp, and the mark on the flag was a blood-red eye, and behind the eye was a lightning bolt. There was blood and tears in his eyes.

It's ashamed and regretful to think about it! I don't really recognize this sign...... It can be said that this concept is completely absent from the mind! All I know is that the orcs are made up of several tribes! What exactly are they? I can't remember lying on the tree for a while!

And this time I went out to hunt, and I brought little rations, if I hadn't been lucky enough to get the half of the black panther left by the orc, I really wouldn't have been able to make it here.

After dark, a campfire was lit in that camp, and I slipped out of the trees.

I am hungry!

I don't know if it's disdain or not, but there are no traps or anything like that around their camp, except for the trenches and ground thorns, which is very orc.

Climbing over the fence, I followed the base of the wall to the back of a straw hut. If I hadn't found out that there was no wolf on their mount in this camp, I wouldn't have come in like this.

Perhaps because they were fighting in the jungle, the orcs didn't bring their mounts...... Who knows! But that's the biggest help for me!

After squatting in the straw hut for a long time, according to my guess, these guys had to sleep at night, just like us. So I slipped out and got ready to go up to the big house to have a look.

There were not many torches in the camp, mainly large fires. I'd rather be a rat myself at this point. I can't find out where all the sentry positions are or which direction to let the orcs look. I can only pray that they don't see me!

Once discovered, I have no confidence that I will survive!

But I still want to go over and have a look, as the saying goes, curiosity kills cats, but at the moment I just can't control my curiosity.

Curiosity can not only reveal some surprises, but also more scares. When I got to the front of the big house, I almost sat on the ground. There was a stake in front of the door, and the stake was full of heads!

Those heads are not only hideous, they are simply terrifying! It wasn't a human head, it wasn't an orc head, and the long fangs on that head were completely different from those of an orc!

Is that...... Troll's head!

How can there be a troll's head! Why are they still fighting the trolls?

I didn't dare to stay here, so I dodged into the big house without a door. There was a shrill snoring sound from inside the house, and it seemed that he was asleep.

I leaned against the wall and looked inside, and it was not fundamentally different from the kind of domed tent that humans erected, except that this one was made of wood. And this scale can't be called a house, it's more appropriate to call it a hall.

There was a wooden table in the middle of the hall, and several orcs lay on the wall. They didn't have a bed, so they lay the hides on the ground and lay down on them to sleep.

Only embers had been left in the brazier, and the torches on the walls were burning weakly. It's dim, but you can see what it's all about.

I try to keep my feet as light as I can and be careful with every step. I can't forgive the kind of people who accidentally touch a wine bottle, an iron basin, or something and make a noise. Whether it's careless or not, whether it wakes people up or not! This situation cannot be forgiven!

I touched the edge of the table. There was a huge animal skin on the table, and the animal skin was drawn with an unknown number of strokes, which was supposed to be a map.

To me, they're called orcs, but I can't associate them with people right now, because they do look ...... It's ugly! That eye and nose really look like a pig!

They are very crudely drawn, marked with some marks and even crossed outs. This skin is too big! The chances of taking it away are a bit small. So I tried my best to memorize it, and when I ran out I felt I could copy it.

Turning his head to look at the sleeping orcs behind him, he quietly slipped out of the big room. I'm not going to hang around anymore, it's scary!

After finding a tree, I tied myself to the tree again and waited for the dawn, which was much safer than being under the tree.