Corporal Lei Qia didn't know who started the fight first.

A moment earlier, he had stood on the skirmish line in front of the stone wall of the North Outpost, with Corporal Hoben to his left, Private Alin to his right, and Major Davon twenty paces ahead of them. The Major is so admirable, he confronts that orc so head-on, without fear, without flinching, he is simply a war hero. The major made them proud and proud.

Moments later, the skirmish line was broken up. Orcs, trolls, and humans are all in a mess. Everywhere there was the sound of metal clashing with metal, and the sound of soldiers on both sides shouting at their comrades to kill the enemy.

Lei Qia will not be frightened by this. Orcs have the courage of orcs, and humans have the guts of humans. Isn't that enough proof of the tricks they played in Ratchet City, but it's a pity that good people like Captain Juncker are beaten up by the gangs of villains. Now, these guys have run to the North Outpost - the territory of the humans - in a vain attempt to drive the humans away.

It's unbearable. Lecha couldn't take it anymore.

Ruccia pulls out his family's heirloom double-edged knife. His father had been a member of the Kurtilas Irregulars, and he was invincible with this double-edged sword. After his father died of the flu, his mother joined the army and killed many enemies, but later died in a confrontation with the Burning Legion. The double-edged knife was in Recha's hand - the Coke had broken Recha, and the longsword he had been using was a scrap of metal.

Although he couldn't use the double-edged knife as easily as his mother, at least he used it better than his father. He's going to stain this double-edged knife with the blood of orcs and trolls.

A troll lunged at him with a one-handed axe in hand. Retcha dodged the axe and kicked the troll in the stomach. In the past, when he was at the Mowbray Hotel, he always used this trick against the drunks and sent them home with one kick.

Unlucky, the troll's belly is relatively strong, and this troll doesn't react at all. I saw him laugh a little, and then he swung his one-handed axe and pounced on Recha again.

"You've been waiting a long time. The troll raised his axe as he spoke.

In the nick of time when the troll spoke, Retcha slashed him in the chest.

Ruccia drew his double-edged sword, and his opponent immediately fell to the beach. Retcia looked back to see that Hoben and Arin were also lying on the beach, red blood gushing from several wounds. An orc was rushing towards the gates of the North Outpost. Blood was still dripping from the axe. Ruccia screamed and ran towards the orc, stabbing Greenskin in the back.

"Ahh

Retcha turned and saw another orc.

"You killed Grox!"

"Grox killed my friend!" Recha said with a roar.

"Yes, but they're wrestling. And you're doing it from behind. ”

Recha raised his greatsword: "Okay, then I'm going to kill you now!"

The greatsword was a lot bigger than Recha's double-edged blade, but it also meant that it would take more time for orcs to wield it. The orc twisted the hilt long enough time for Recha to be ready to dodge or block. Ruccia chose the latter. The moment the blades collided with the blades, his entire body shook. Retcha decided to change tactics. Start dodging the opponent's greatsword.

After dodging the attack for the fourth time, he ran headlong into Private Nash. Just as Nash turned backwards in panic, the orc's greatsword split him in half.

Anger boiled Retcha's blood. It's not enough to fight these monsters, and they even killed their comrades. Ruccia roared frantically, raised his double-edged knife and slashed at the orc.

The orc took a step to the left, picked up his sword and slashed through the armor of the rushing Recha, the blade of which stabbed Retcha in the stomach. In an instant, the pain seemed to tear his body in half. Retcia roared hysterically, wielding a double-edged knife in her right hand and clutching her wound tightly with her left. Rushed towards the orc.

Suddenly, the machete couldn't move. The burning pain from the wound twitched the muscles in Recha's face, and he turned to the right to see the double-edged knife stuck in the orc's head.

"The sin deserves it. Lecha said through gritted teeth.

He pulled the double-edged knife back from the orc's skull, and the wound in his abdomen hurt even more. For some reason, the sound of the battle was quiet, and all Recha's ears heard was rumbling roars.

Using the family heirloom weapon as a crutch for the time being, Retcha staggered forward. He's going to kill more orcs.

Just now, Egwen was still standing in Theramore.

Just now, Lorena took a deep breath worriedly. Egwene remembered the Colonel's nasty words about magic - not to mention the nausea and vomiting she had been after her last teleportation. Egwene began to think that it might not be a good idea to let the Colonel eat something before teleporting.

Just now, Gianna Prodmore looked solemn.

Right now. They stood at the entrance to a cavern, filled with foul-smelling, pungent orange smoke. Egwene finally understood why Lorena was so reluctant to get here. The orange miasma swirled in the air like a thick mist, and Egwene felt like his waist was about to be bent.

Egwene had long gotten used to teleportation's reactions, and the reason why she felt top-heavy now was entirely because of the smoke. She glanced at Lorena. Lorena's face was a little pale, but her hand was still tightly gripping the hilt of her sword, ready to fight.

Gianna's face was as pale as Lorena's, which was not a good sign.

Egwene didn't say anything. There's no going back for them now, and Gianna definitely doesn't need an old hen to take care of her chicks. Egwene herself hated the people who acted as protectors—Scarville, Jonas, or the old guys—especially when she was exhausted and still had to keep fighting. Fool around. So there is no need to add this burden to Gianna just yet.

But there are still some things to worry about. Today, Gianna had used four teleportation techniques, and Egwen knew very well in her heart - she herself went to Scar Heights, the Thunder Lizard went to Scar Heights, the three of them returned to Theramore, and the three of them went to the entrance of the cave - and the location of Zmodor, to control the Thunder Lizards, to make sure that the three of them were safe in this layer of smoke. Casting too many spells in a single day can endanger Hài's body, and as far as Egwene knows, the consequences are much more than that.

Gianna led the way into the hole. Egwene couldn't help but wonder when he stopped calling the blonde-haired mage "Queen of Prodmoor" - and "the pesky little girl" - and began to call her "Gianna".

Egwen shouted, "Zmodor is here. Egwen shuddered. "He's everywhere. "Apparently, this devil has cast a spell in this hole, and there is a stench of him on every stone. She hadn't been intimidated by any kind of stench since she had confronted Medivan at the Karazan Tower—though that feeling came in part from the smoke. Besides, the cave was cold and damp, which made it even more uncomfortable. Gianna cast a light spell to make them see their surroundings, but instead brightened the smoke brighter. Egwene had no interest in looking closely at the black walls on either side, the potholed road beneath her feet, and the stalactites hanging above their heads—it only made her feel more horrible above her head.

They had walked about twenty paces away, and Egwen's body tensed up, "There's—"

"I know. Gianna quickly recited a spell.

Egwene nodded. Both she and Gianna sensed a fire trap spell. This is a very low-level form of magic that can be mastered after only one year of learning magic, and is generally used to prevent lost people or animals from breaking into places where they cannot be trespassed. While it's usually unlikely that someone would run into that kind of nightmarish place, Egwene has seen examples of this. A mad dwarf had been to a cave, but luckily Zmodor and his men were casting spells and could not be distracted, and he was spared. It's better not to take the risk.

Breaking this spell will only startle the snake. Egwene reminded himself to stand between Lorena with a sword in her hand and Gianna casting a spell.

After a while, I heard Lorena shouting, "Get down!"

Egwen, of course, is not a fool. She immediately fell to the cold ground. Lorena also lay down.

But Gianna stood there and held out her hands. The fireball that roared at her was about to burn her—

Just an arm's length away, the fireball stopped and quickly extinguished. (To be continued.) )