Not all orc warriors are strong men in the shape of an inverted triangle, and there are also many fat men in the shape of a regular triangle.

Rogge looked at the bellies of the fat orcs and suddenly came to mind.

Rosea Fara is such a small one now, if she is allowed to hang it on her stomach, and then use the Thousand Transformations Box and Sword Concealment to change her appearance, won't she be able to disguise herself as a big-bellied orc?

It was no problem to disguise yourself as a vulture when scouting before, but it shouldn't be difficult to transform into an orc that is closer to a human.

If it succeeds, it will be able to swagger around in the orc camp, and it will be faster than maintaining a stealth turtle crawling.

There is still some time before the sun sets, and if you can launch a fire attack at dusk, which is the most relaxed and lazy time for the orcs, the success rate can be higher.

Rogge acted immediately, found a corner, and lowered his voice to tell Loya Farah what he thought.

Without saying a word, Loya Farah acted directly, huddled into a ball with all her might, and glued herself to Rogge with spider silk.

The girl's body is a spider, and after turning into a human form and shrinking her body, her body is weak and boneless, which is not difficult for her at all.

"Little Farah, thank you for your hard work." Feeling the girl's posture twisted, it must be very uncomfortable, Rogge said apologetically.

"It's not hard, as long as I can help my brother, I can do anything." Ronafa pulled a little caution and secretly omitted Rogge's name.

Rogge doesn't care at all, and he doesn't have time to care, this is a great opportunity to waste time.

Rogge watched and listened to all directions, made sure that no one around, especially the strong, paid attention to this side, and decisively began to change.

There was a surge of black smoke, and the sword concealment technique tried its best to cover it, and after a while, a pot-bellied orc appeared out of thin air.

Rogge took out the mirror and looked at it, and was quite satisfied with the disguise, that is, this face was a little too handsome if it only changed the skin color.

The teenager had to waste a little time revising the details of his face, lamenting that being handsome was not all good things.

A few minutes later, after the face modification was completed, Rogge checked it again, and there was no problem, so he took out an orc battle axe that he had collected on the battlefield before and held it in his hand, and checked his "stomach" to signal Roda Farah to prepare for departure.

Rosea Farah blushed and stretched out her little hand and twisted Rogge gently, it's okay to rub her stomach, but her little butt can't be touched in vain, you have to let him know.

Rogge instantly understood that he had made a mistake, and rubbed the upper part of his "belly" with some embarrassment, in exchange for a soft snort and a heavier pinch from the girl.

Rosea Farrah's posture was very strange, this rub didn't rub the little head, and the soft touch ...... Rogge didn't dare to move.

"Brother, let's go, I'm ...... It's still a bit hard. Rosea Farah said weakly.

The girl is not tired, but she is not tired, she is just so clinging to it, it is very embarrassing.

Rog swept away the distractions, got to work, and left the dead end.

Orcs are not a nocturnal race, the sun is setting at this time, and many orc warriors have been baked by the scorching sun all day and need to relax.

And the sudden outbreak of the "party" is the best entertainment.

The heavenly saint-level powerhouses fought, and the underground saint-level and below also started their battles, giving up a vacant lot at will, roaring a few times to shape the atmosphere, and a venue for the ring match was opened.

There happened to be a ring in front of Rogge, and two orcs, one fat and one strong, were fighting, and the fat one relied on his weight advantage to gain the upper hand, strangling his opponent's neck with a hammer.

The classic inverted triangle can't beat the positive triangle.

In order to fit in, Rogge raised his arms and shouted a few times with the crowd of onlookers, and quickly slipped away.

Facing a large group of orc warriors, Rogge adjusted his facial expression, revealing a very sleepy look that had seen enough of the excitement.

The group of orcs laughed loudly when they saw the spiritless soft-egg look on Rogge's face, and a few others stretched out their feet and kicked them.

Rogge was kicked and shouted a few times in annoyance, his expression was very well controlled, and he was really exactly like an angry fat orc.

After this level, Rogge tried his best to choose a place with fewer people to go, although he still couldn't avoid close contact with the orc warriors, but fortunately, the strong man's reaction was fast enough, and almost all of them had gathered at the front of the camp, and he didn't encounter it.

After walking like this for more than half an hour, Rogge managed to approach the main target smoothly - the sub-camp where the siege equipment was located.

Probably to facilitate transportation later, this sub-camp is located relatively forward, and there are two strong stonehorns in it as part-time guards for the pack beasts.

Even though the "party" outside was in full swing, the guards of this sub-camp still did not leave their posts, but from the envious expressions on their faces, it could be seen that it was not that they did not want to go, but that they were given a death order to stay here.

Rogge didn't continue to approach, this place must be forbidden to enter by idle people, and when I was reconnoitring in the air just now, I saw a martial saint and three martial kings guarding the camp, and the risk of stealth was too great.

Rogge could see that the Martial Saint and the Martial King were because the Martial King had the symbol of the tribal chieftain on his body, and the Martial Saint had a special mark on the Martial Saint that belonged to the Seven Gods of War.

In the sub-camp, in addition to the guards, there are also a large number of goblin craftsmen who are building equipment and goblin scholars who are pointing at them, and the siege equipment is indeed from them.

There are several giant carts near the two stonehorns, all of which have more than five sections, each of which is equipped with a giant assembled stone thrower.

Rogge's eyes became sharp, and he didn't bother to look closely before, but now he noticed that the giant stone thrower built by the orcs was actually very advanced and very familiar, almost identical to the ones at the head of Fort Hofra.

Can a Goblin Scholar be that smart? It's unlikely, someone secretly taught the Empire's technology to the orcs.

Did it work with a demon? Or is there an inner ghost in human beings?

However, there is no need to think about this problem at this time, the key is to destroy all these finished and semi-finished stone throwers, and it would be better if you could kill the goblin craftsmen and scholars in the camp.

If you can't enter the sub-camp, you can only choose a place close to the camp and relatively hidden, and a few barracks near the gate of the sub-camp are good choices.

Rogge chose a room to push the door in, and immediately covered his nose.

It stinks inside the barracks, much more so than outside.

Rogge had long expected the smell of the orc camp, and he could smell the smell when he flew in mid-air, and when he really mixed into the camp, his nose had already gotten used to it a lot, and he felt that it was just a little bigger than the dirty human barracks, and it was acceptable.

Now in the barracks, the nose is full of the wild body odor of the orcs, and the smell of untreated excrement, which is disgusting.

Unbeknownst to him, Thea and the three had been hiding in Cartagena's foul-smelling sewers for days.

There are only a few barracks close to the siege equipment sub-camp, Rogge has no choice, and the situation of the other barracks should be similar, so he can only endure it.

There was no one in the barracks, and they all wanted to go to the "party", which was convenient.

"Little Farah, this is it, let's mark the space." Rogge whispered.

"Okay." Rosea Farah said that she should be pinching her nose.

Rog had the power of the void, and he could sense the slightest fluctuations in the space in the barracks, and then there was an extra stream of energy.

This energy is like a nail that expands, and when it is activated by Roda Farah, it will become a door to space.

"That's it." Roya Farah said.

The marking of the spatial imprint was simple, and Rogge did not linger any longer, but found an empty barracks to mark it and went elsewhere.

The siege machine camp is the main goal, and the second goal is to try to set fire to the entire camp.

However, the scale of the orc camp is huge, and Rogge's team will definitely not be able to take care of it all, so he can only find a place with dense barracks to start.

After walking around the camp for two hours, Rogge selected ten locations for Loya Farah to leave a spatial imprint.

The camp stretched for more than 200 kilometers, and it was too difficult to set fire to it, and if all of the locations selected by Rogge were successfully set on fire, it would definitely be no problem to cover the range of 10 kilometers at the front end of the camp.

If the orcs can't react and can't extinguish the fire in time, it is very likely that it will spread for more than ten kilometers.

The second target is ready, and it's the turn of the last target, the orc Great Shaman Dessa.

From the conversation between Shiva and Gnisson, it can be concluded that Gnison is the guard of the Great Shaman Dessa. Rogge kept an eye on the situation of the "party", the of the orcs continued, and Gnison had not yet returned.

In other words, Desa is likely to be in a state of defensive emptiness, and he himself may not care too much about Gnison's negligence, after all, in the midst of the hosts, where can the Assassins come from?

Orcs and Goblin Shamans are the equivalent of human mages, and are very few in number, and they don't fight long. Their main job is to communicate with the beast gods worshipped by the orcs and boost the morale of the army.

Whether the Beast God really existed or not Rog didn't know, but he knew that Desa's own strength was at best about the same as that of a human magister, or even weaker. Because the magic of shamans is mostly auxiliary, the power is really average.

So the assassination of Desa is not impossible, and it is a good time before the of the orcs ends.

Coincidentally, Rog was worried about where to find Desa, so he got the news from the mouths of two orc warriors.

"Report to Lord Jebacs, the Great Shaman of Desa is going to check on the construction of the stone thrower."

"Yes! Haha, it's so lively now, don't you want to see the great shaman of Dessa? ”

"Bastard! How can the Great Shaman be like you who only know how to shout? Why don't you go and tell me? Lord de Sar will be here soon! ”

"I'm going, I'm going!"

The orc warrior left, and Rog followed the shaman-like orc and saw Dessa.

It was an elderly orc, with wrinkles on his face and a stumbling body, holding a staff that symbolized his status as a great shaman.

It's rare to see orcs this old, but it's good to be old, and the older you get, the better.

Being old means being virtuous, and killing him is worth a lot.

Dessa will soon be on the siege engine, and there are good and bad on the side.

The disadvantage is that without Gnison's protection, he is under the protection of Jebacs, one of the seven gods of war, and it is not so easy to kill.

The advantage is that if you want to destroy the siege equipment, Jebacs is the opponent he is going to face, and he will definitely focus on taking care of him, and one more Desa will not have much impact, and there is no need to divide the troops.

All three objectives have been accomplished, and the trip to the orc camp should be over.

The sun had already set, and dusk was falling quickly, making it the perfect time to sneak attack.

Rogge quietly followed the back of a patrol and walked out of the camp generously.