The wind from the axe stirred up sand and dust. Thales had no choice but to close his eyes.
But in the end, he managed to escape the fate of being cut in half.
At the critical moment, a single-edged battle axe swung from the direction of the bonfire. With an earth-shattering roar, it slashed into the orc's unprotected armpit.
With an earth-shattering cry of pain, red blood gushed out from the orc's body, drenching Thales' face as he panted in pain.
It was salty and pungent.
With this slash, the orc's crude greataxe flew out of its hand. With a momentum that could split the earth, it sank deep into the sand and sank into Thales' left shoulder.
The tall orc roared in an unfamiliar language. It turned around and swung its arm, which was as thick as a human's thigh, at the owner of the battle axe. But the man nimbly dodged it.
"Get up!"
The bald mercenary, Dean's powerful voice rang out. It was extremely clear among the murderous shouts around him, and it made Thales feel refreshed.
"There's no time to rest!"
The Power of Eradication flowed to the teenager's back and chest, making his chest feel a little better. Thales turned over and climbed up the orc's greataxe with trembling hands. He used the force to get up, wiped away the blood on his face, and recovered his numb limbs from the shock.
The orc whose neck had been pierced by Thales was still as violent as ever. It did not care about the blood gushing out from the wound on its neck and armpit. It only roared in a language that Thales could not understand and pounced on Big Dean.
The calm mercenary held the axe with both hands and looked like he was going to charge at the orc. But the moment he got close, he rolled to the side and nimbly dodged the orc's fierce pounce.
"Hura, nadaleis!" The orc howled in exasperation and turned around.
As it pounced on Thales in a frenzy, the orc's blood splattered and watered the dry land.
Dean stared at the orc's feet, but he did not fight it head-on. He only used his body and footwork to feint attacks to avoid two of the orc's powerful attacks.
It was like a bird avoiding a ferocious leopard.
The orc's blood flowed slower and less.
Finally, Thales was gratified to see the orc panting harshly. Its body swayed slightly, and its movements became sluggish.
Dean did not let go of this opportunity.
He burst forth in an instant and rushed to the side of the orc like a whirlwind. He waved his axe and chopped off the ugly head.
The headless body swung its several-foot-long arms for the last time and collapsed on the sand.
Thales sighed in relief.
"You saved me a lot of trouble." Dean panted as he pulled Wya up. He tossed the spare one-handed sword at his waist to the young man and kicked the sturdy corpse. "But remember, Wya, don't get entangled with them. Orcs don't fall immediately after they're injured, and the more injured they are …"
"The more they counterattack, the more dangerous it is … I know." Thales gritted his teeth and took the weapon. "I'm sorry, someone taught me, but when it comes to actual combat …"
In the classrooms of the Northlanders, even though the Holiness Exorcism Campaign had passed thousands of years ago, the tall, strong, and fearless foreign species were still their eternal enemies.
In the entire Eckstedt Kingdom, the Sentinel Region in the Far North was the most aloof archduke's territory. When facing the common-elected king, they were even exempted from paying a large portion of taxes. This was used to build an elite troop that was as famous as the White Blade Guards, the Glacier Sentinels. It was all because the Stustel Family had been shouldering the heavy responsibility of guarding the Thirty-Eight Sentinel Lands and guarding against the glacier orcs north of Quiquer for generations.
Since the founding of Eckstedt, more than twenty common-elected kings had led their armies to the north to provide support and fight against the glacier orc tribe that crossed the border to the south. Whether it was the military training that the responsible Northland nobles received since they were young, or the regular training that the conscripted soldiers of military age received, how to fight against the orcs was a compulsory course.
The guards in Heroic Spirit Palace all said that before Nicholas got that nickname, he had already followed behind King Nuven in the Thirty-Eight Sentinel Lands and proved that he had the combat power to be on par with the orcs. However, when he faced the delicate archduchess and her dagger, which looked more like a thread being threaded through a needle, the Star Killer, who had a lot of experience in fighting against the orcs, could only vent his frustration of not being able to use his talent on his second student. After all, the Prince of Constellation did not have the chance to go to the north. For example, he would use his greataxe to push Thales down countless times, or beat him up mercilessly even after Thales yelled for him to stop countless times, all in the name of "this is the power of the orcs".
However, Thales did not expect that in his first battle against the orcs, he would still forget Nicholas' teachings.
Thales stared at the headless corpse with lingering fear. He thought about the irresistible strength it had used to throw him with the wound on its neck.
'What kind of race is this?!'
Compared to their terrifying distant relatives who were entrenched in the north, the orcs who wandered into the Great Desert after the Battle of Eradication might be slightly different, but they were still similar in many aspects, such as their huge bodies, astonishing recovery abilities, resistance to pain and heat, terrifying explosive power, and their infamous near-death counterattacks among the humans. It was said that the famous Iron Blood King died from the last slash of a dying orc under his feet.
Dean did not say anything. He only punched Thales' chest. The worry between his brows did not disappear.
"Be careful!"
As Louisa shouted urgently, Dean pushed Thales away.
A fierce spiked mace smashed into the sand between them, stirring up sand.
This was not the only threat on Dean's side. He turned around and parried another orc's irregular machete, using the momentum to dodge.
Thales steadied himself and saw the owner of the spiked mace clearly under the moonlight. It was an orc with blue paint on its face. There was a hideous scar over its left eye, and the hair on its head was tied into a short braid. It wore more armor than the previous orc, and it was slightly bigger. Its height was almost one and a half times that of an adult human.
It glanced at the corpse on the ground, then opened its mouth to reveal two rows of tightly clenched teeth. It first looked at Dean, who was entangled, then at Thales.
"Sel." The orc in front of him spoke slowly with its rough voice cords vibrating. "Luma, Soka, Sel."
Thales could not discern the orc's expression, but it did not affect his ability to judge its emotions.
The orc's fresh blood on his face was a little sticky. The prince endured the stench and got into position with his sword.
"Orcs, they can crush your skull as effortlessly as we smash eggs …"
This was what the awkward Gleeward told Thales before they parted in Dragon Clouds City.
Thales now had a deep understanding of this.
Almost every one of them was seven to eight feet tall, or even taller. Their strength was astonishing, and their movements were swift. The weapons in their hands were heavy and crude, but when it came to efficiency, they were not any worse than human weapons forged with excellent quality.
They were superior to humans in every aspect in terms of size, strength, and physique … It was hard to imagine how the miracle of thousands of humans defeating twenty thousand orcs was created during the Holiness Exorcism Campaign two thousand years ago.
Thales clenched his teeth.
In the distance, Louisa used a two-handed sword and agile footwork to drag down three enemies with great effort.
Mickey agilely rolled on the sand and moved swiftly. His blades danced in the air, confusing the vision of multiple enemies. He used the debris and obstacles to fight and move as he tried to get closer to Louisa.
Schubert, Old Hammer, Kant, and Quick Rope had their backs against each other as they struggled to fend off the orcs surrounding them.
The others were not so lucky.
Although the merchants also had their own weapons, their skills were obviously not comparable to the mercenaries. Under the suppression of the orcs in terms of both quantity and quality, the merchant group suffered heavy casualties, and the screams of pain still lingered in the surroundings.
The battle cries continued, but the orcs no longer concealed their ambush. Their unfamiliar language and majestic voices rang through the sand dunes.
"Wya, there's one more thing that's crucial to fighting against the mixed breeds." Dean panted and swung his axe at the enemy to make them retreat. "Never be alone at any time, even if it's one on one."
Under the moonlight, two tall and strong gray figures slid down from the sand dunes. They raised their weapons and rushed towards them.
"Go and meet up with Louisa. I'll cover you."
Thales nodded nervously.
"Run!"
Almost at the moment the teenager ran, the orc with blue paint on his face roared and swung his club at him. "Freuca!"
But Dean did not let him have his way. He parried the mace in the air with his battle axe.
* Thud! *
As he listened to the howling wind behind him, Thales resisted the urge to turn his head around. He desperately summoned the Sin of Hell's River and rushed back to the bonfire at an astonishing speed. He pounced on the ground and took out a shield from Schubert's luggage.
The moment he raised his head, he saw a majestic figure raise a scimitar at him!
His sword style, which he had practiced countless times, was activated instinctively.
"Raise your shield and aim it at your enemy. There are only two situations in which you can put it down.
"You die, or the enemy dies."
The teachings that had never faded during the past six years rang in his ears again.
'Iron Body Style!'
The scimitar struck the shield violently.
* Clang! *
A terrifying bang and impact rose, and a terrifying force surged towards him!
At that moment, Thales had the misconception that this attack was almost enough to break the city wall.
His feet slid backwards continuously in the sand, and the shield in front of his arm trembled violently.
But Thales stood still.
Based on his habit, from the moment he raised his shield, his center of gravity was ready to receive the attack, and his feet were ready to deflect the force. This habit in the Northland Army's sword style had always been looked down upon by many people. From Nicholas to Wya, they all thought that Thales' defense was too rigid, too conservative, and lacked agility and speed. There was no room for him to counterattack.
But the moment he was about to receive this slash, Thales suddenly understood.
In a fight against the orcs, there was no chance for him to be 'agility' and 'speed'.
Compared to human opponents, the terrifying strength of the orcs concealed too many things. Their fatal blow would tear apart one's moves the moment they came into contact with each other. It would distort one's movements, and it would render all your flashy and imaginative follow-up reactions worthless.
If one lost their composure in the first round when there was a great disparity in strength …
"Selka!" The orc roared and moved!
Thales subconsciously swung his arm and changed into a counterattack. He turned around to deflect the force of the impact and moved to the side of the orc.
This was another characteristic of the sword style that had been criticized a lot.
'Are you in heat? Who are you twisting your butt for? That big stallion? Or the archduchess next to him? ' These were Nicholas's harsh words when he kicked Thales to the ground during one of his classes.
The prince took a deep breath and lowered his body. The Power of Eradication surged into his right hand, and he launched his first attack since the battle began.
* Rip! *
The blade of the sword cut open the orc's unprotected back knee, and blood gushed out.
It was the second attack style of the Northland Army's sword style, the Heel Breaker of the Flank Attack.
Thales subconsciously furrowed his eyebrows.
The orc cried out in pain. Its left leg was slightly out of sync, but its attacks became even fiercer.
Thales forced himself to calm down. He was not in a hurry to attack. Instead, he surrounded the orc's injured leg and used his small body to fight while retreating. His shield and the orc's scimitar clashed three times, and the impact made his arm numb.
The Power of Eradication flowed freely through his entire body. His hell's senses not only reflected his enemy's every move in his mind, it also reflected the situation in the distance. Dean was surrounded by three orcs, and Louisa had broken through one of her opponents and was rushing towards him.
Finally, Thales seized the opportunity. After another Iron Body Style, his longsword shot upwards like a rattlesnake, and he pointed at the orc's chest during the gap between its attacks.
The orc's skin was rougher and harder than he imagined, but the enemy's charge helped Thales. The prince gritted his teeth and felt both his shield and longsword tremble!
* Shing! *
A warm, slippery liquid gushed out, flowed along the blade of his sword, and onto his arm.
"Hurrah!" The orc whose chest had been pierced cried out loudly. Its face contorted, and it became uglier.
Thales, who had learned his lesson, knew that the situation was bad. Without hesitation, he pulled out his longsword and pounced to the side!
In the next second …
* Bang! *
The bonfire beside him was violently smashed by the enemy's desperate slash, and sparks flew everywhere.
The orc did not manage to advance any further. Louisa appeared from the darkness beside him and chopped off its saber-wielding palm.
"Beautiful!" Louisa avoided the dying opponent and let the orc roll around in pain as it was burned, its chest pierced, and its hand severed. She hammered the ground beside her violently, and blood flowed non-stop. "First time seeing an orc?"
Thales shook his head. Having relaxed, he felt numb and pain all over his body.
"Second time."
The first orc had already been killed by Dean.
But they did not have time to chat. Louisa had not only brought reinforcements, but also two more orc opponents.
The wind howled, and Thales instinctively rolled again!
But he had used up a lot of his stamina, and his movements were not very accurate. The enemy's heavy sword still brushed against his shield.
Thales felt his left hand tremble, and he immediately lost his balance. His face fell to the ground, and he could not help but swallow two mouthfuls of sand.
'Damn it!'
Jines had told him that if he fell on the battlefield, it was equivalent to …
Thales turned around and watched as the heavy sword continued to attack him.
At this moment, a figure crashed into him from the side, and the sword-wielding orc was sent flying a few meters away!
It was the big-bellied Hakken.
"Louisa!"
Hakken, who had saved Thales' life, was sweating profusely. He held a frightening hammer, and when he swung it around, he continuously forced a few enemies to retreat.
Thales struggled to get up, and nodded at him gratefully.
"Breeze is down, and Furnace is also dead." Hakken, who was covered in wounds, did not have the time to respond to Thales. His face was filled with hatred. "The gray mixed breeds know that they are sentries at the perimeter. Eight or nine of them surrounded them …"
"F * ck!"
The female captain cursed in a delicate voice and slashed at an orc's shoulder armor.
* Swoosh! *
A long arrow came flying, and it shot down an orc who wanted to attack Louisa.
"They realized that we are the key, and they are coming over here." The archer, Pang Jia, followed behind Hakken. He looked anxious, and there were not many arrows left in his quiver. "I ran into the gray mixed breeds' Godly Archer. That guy didn't even manage to take three hits from me —"
But he did not manage to finish his sentence.
In the next second, a coarse black arrow with a ferocious tail feathers drilled into Pang Jia's chest with astonishing force, and came out from under his armpit.
Thales shuddered violently!
"Damn it … Father was right." The archer stared in shock at the arrow that pierced through his chest.
"What's the use of having an accurate shot?"
Pang Jia spat out the words with great difficulty, and fell down powerlessly. "If I can't kill him, I still lose."
"Pang Jia!" Louisa's shrill cry rose. "F * ck those bastards!"
Thales looked into the distance in disbelief. On a sand dune under the moonlight, an orc with lips painted white coldly put down a terrifyingly large and heavy black bow, and began to deal with the injuries on his body. There were three shining long arrows on his body.
But they no longer had the time to care about their fallen comrade. Another group of orcs surrounded them from afar.
Thales raised his shield with all his might, and dashed behind Louisa in just a few steps. He blocked an attack for the furious and shocked Louisa, but he was knocked off balance by the strength of the orcs.
'This won't do.
Their combat power is not on the same level at all.
'If this continues …'
He was about to turn around and call out to Hakken, but …
"Careful!" Thales cried out in alarm!
Hakken's hammer pushed back an orc who wanted to pounce on him. While he was panting, an orc's figure suddenly appeared behind him!
* Clang! *
A familiar mace crashed against Hakken's weapon and knocked him to the ground.
Thales wanted to rush forward to save him, but the orc beside him attacked again.
The orc who knocked Hakken down had a familiar blue paint on his face. He lifted the dizzy Hakken and glared at Thales fiercely. His eyes shone with a hatred that even the other races could recognize. "Freuca!"
In the next second, Thales watched in horror as the blue-faced orc seized Hakken's head. It was like it was grabbing a chick, and with an angry roar, it shoved Hakken's head against its chest armor!
With great strength, the collision between the skull and the steel let out a strange, terrifying sound.
* Crack! *
Thales shuddered!
"No! Hakken! "Dion's roar came from behind the blue-faced orc.
Just like that, the Arabian Hakken, who once wanted to marry his sister to Thales, had his head change shape. It turned into something red and white, and it shot out.
He slid limply to the ground, and he did not move.
'"Orcs, they can crush your skull as effortlessly as we smash eggs …"'
This sentence echoed in Thales' mind again, and it made him extremely horrified.
"Sauk! Freuca! " The blue-faced orc roared at Thales ferociously. He swung his sticky left hand and hit his chest armor, which was covered in brain matter and blood. He walked towards Thales step by step.
But he turned around halfway.
"Bastard!" Dion roared and pounced on him. His battle axe clashed against the orc's mace. "I'm your f * cking enemy!"
Thales shook his head and chased away the fear he felt just now.
But the massacre did not end. The bloody smell of swords and blades continued.
The orcs' battle cries did not weaken, but the merchant group's screams and cries of surprise had become fewer and fewer.
"Behind you!" As he roared, the Northlander Kant, who was covered in wounds, pounced on Dion. He knocked him away and helped the bald man block an axe strike from behind.
Under the pursuit of several orcs, Old Hammer and Quick Rope rushed over while panting. They broke through the encirclement and met up with them. They took the place of Thales and Louisa, who were gradually losing their strength.
"How are the merchant group and the others?" Louisa, who had been surrounded, finally had a rare chance to catch her breath. "How are they?"
"Schubert is gone." Old Hammer turned around and dodged a heavy blow. He gave a simple report of his comrade's death.
Quick Rope's voice trembled as he took over Old Hammer's words. "He brought up the rear for us."
Louisa stomped her feet in pain.
There was no time to mourn for her comrade.
"There are no more merchant groups." Mickey, who was in a disheveled state, ran towards them from behind and said anxiously, "I'll go look for horses. If we don't break out of the encirclement, we'll all die here!"
Old Hammer swung his weapon without any regard for his life, temporarily forcing four enemies in one direction to take a few steps back.
"Damn it!" Louisa panted in pain. "Dean!"
During the battle, Dean's voice became a little distorted, but he seemed to be persisting in thinking.
"Archers, armor, weapons, and fierce beasts. They launched a sudden ambush at the same time, and they had organized tactics and arrangements …
"And with this scale …
"These gray mixed breeds!"
The bald mercenary gritted his teeth and shouted, "They are not exiles!
They are tribal warriors, regular warriors of a large tribe in the desert! "
Thales was slightly stunned.
'A large tribe?
'An orc's … tribe?'
At that moment, a strange sound traveled into their ears.
* Screech! *
"Careful!" Dean shouted angrily. With a feint, he moved past the enraged blue-faced orc and shouted at Kant.
"Lizard Soldier!"
Thales felt his skin crawl. A huge, non-human figure with four limbs on the ground twisted its body and let out a strange cry. It charged swiftly towards them from the sand!
In the next second, a huge, grayish-yellow lizard the size of a human jumped in front of Kant. The scales on its body could be seen clearly.
It crashed into the mercenaries' formation and bit Kant's arm. It dragged him and spun him around, causing the Northlander to cry out in pain.
Thales gritted his teeth and went forward. He stabbed the monster with his sword, but it was sliced open by its scales.
Kant endured the pain and swung his left arm in an attempt to shake off the lizard soldier's bite.
This was his final effort.
Another orc seized the chance. Its heavy straight blade drew a piercing whistle in the air and split open Kant's right chest.
The Northlander's right armpit was clearly chipped by the crude weapon.
* Splat *
Blood gushed out and dyed Thales, who was beside Kant, red.
"Aaaahhh!" Old Hammer swung his sledgehammer in grief and indignation to repel the owner of the straight blade.
"No!" Dean roared shrilly. He kicked the bonfire, and the burning firewood fell on the lizard soldier's body.
Quick Rope screamed. He grabbed all the firewood on the ground and threw it at the monster in the desert.
The lizard soldier finally could not endure the flames. It let go of Kant's arm and retreated into the darkness.
But Kant, who had half his body cut in half, only had the strength to tremble. He fell limply on the ground and soon stopped moving.
"Ah!" Louisa's face was covered in tears. She grabbed her longsword and pounced on the enemy again.
The lizard soldier's charge was disastrous. Dante's Greatswords were thrown into disarray.
Quite a number of orcs took the opportunity to attack. Without support from the flanks, everyone instantly fell into a predicament where they had to fight one against many. Thales found himself facing two orcs at the same time.
In the face of their great strength, he was almost in a desperate situation. The Sin of Hell's River never stopped, and with the Northland Military Sword Style's timely dodging and unloading of force, he was barely able to withstand the chilling power.
The situation of the battle took a turn for the worse.
The prince blocked left and right under the threat of the axe and greatsword. His shield groaned, as if it was about to shatter at the next moment.
* Thud! * A loud sound rose. Quick Rope flew a few meters away and fell on the ground, unconscious.
'This is bad.'
Thales bit his chapped lips. The hope in his heart was fading away bit by bit.
The sounds of fighting became softer.
The merchant group had fallen completely silent. The only people who were still fighting in Dante's Greatsword were Dean, Louisa, and Old Hammer.
Mickey, who went to look for his horse, had long since disappeared into the crowd of enemies.
"Hold on!" Louisa's voice traveled through the encirclement and traveled into his ears. It sounded very bad, but she was still trying her best to motivate them. "Believe in Mickey, he's a Barren Bone man, the beloved of the desert!"
'Hold on?
Believe? '
Thales took a step back and avoided a fatal sword slash in a disheveled manner.
'Believe in what?'
He breathed in pain. The sword and shield in his hands trembled because of the many clashes.
Through hell's senses, the teenager could sense that there were more and more orcs around him. Most of them had their weapons raised and were quietly waiting at the periphery. Perhaps they would rush forward to replace their companions when there was an empty spot, or perhaps they were waiting for their victory out of arrogance.
As he stared at the increasing number of enemies around him, Thales began to believe that his luck had probably come to an end.
He knew that his opponents were too strong, be it in terms of numbers or strength.
They had almost no chance.
He was only fighting with the instinct that had allowed him to never give up over the years.
The Sin of Hell's River seemed to have reached its limit.
* Bang! * A heavy blow came from not far away. Old Hammer fell to the ground with a pained cry.
'Damn it.'
Thales sighed in his heart. He rolled strenuously, only to find that he had rolled to the feet of another orc.
A chill ran down his spine.
'It's it.
It's that blue-faced orc. '
It lowered its head, its expression as ferocious as ever.
In the next second, the spiked mace struck the ground!
* Bang! *
Thales threw his shield away. Dragging his aching body, he dodged the attack in a disheveled manner.
He knew that these Beastmen's attacks were fatal to humans.
As for the chance to increase the Sin of Hell's River?
Forget it. In a battle of this intensity, there would not be a chance for him to "not die", as Black Sword had said.
There was also no chance for him to bleed and activate his mystic energy.
Once he was hit, he would immediately know whether the ferryman of Hell's River was a legend.
Thales struggled to get up, but before he could steady himself, a machete struck his sword!
* Clang! *
Under the great force and his unstable movements, he could not withstand the blow. The longsword slipped out of his hand, and he fell again.
The weapon fell on the sand with a dull thud.
'It's over.'
Thales trembled. He felt a sharp pain in his arm.
'Compared to Jines, Wya, and even Nicholas and Monty, who I've fought against before …
'This level of battle …'
He turned over with great difficulty and saw the blue-faced orc in armor approaching him.
It bared its ferocious teeth at the prince and slowly raised its spiked mace.
"Freuca," the orc said coldly.
'Damn it.'
Thales' consciousness was a little muddled.
'Freuca …
'What does it mean?
Did I learn it in Dragon Clouds City's classes? '
Dean and Louisa's angry shouts still rang in his ears.
Thales panted laboriously. He touched his surroundings, wanting to find anything that could cut through the blood.
But he failed.
In the next second, the spiked mace fell!
Thales closed his eyes.
'Little Rascal.
'Remember, learn the orc language well.
'Otherwise, I won't even know why I died …'
At this moment …
* Thud! *
There was the sound of steel colliding.
Sand and dust flew everywhere. Thales broke out in a cold sweat!
He opened his eyes abruptly.
The enemy's weapon missed its mark and hit the side of his head.
Thales' heart had not calmed down yet. He stared at the scene before him in a daze.
An extremely thick and sharp iron fork was stuck in the gap of the spiked mace, causing its trajectory to deviate.
The iron fork was connected to an even thicker wrist without a palm. It looked as if it had been melted into the bone.
The blue-faced orc seemed to be very displeased that its slaughter was stopped. It turned to the owner of the iron fork and the owner of the arm that had been cut off.
"Nasser!"
The orc roared madly. Even the blue paint on its face wrinkled.
It was agitated. It pointed at Thales on the ground with its left hand. "Cel, freuca!"
But the owner of the iron fork only shook its head slowly.
Its right arm, which was connected to the iron fork, still held the spiked mace. It did not relax at all.
An unfamiliar word came out of its deep voice.
"Soriano."
Thales watched them negotiate with a dumbfounded expression.
"Soriano," the owner of the arm with the iron fork repeated flatly.
"Soriano, satusel."
The blue-faced orc seemed to be very angry. Its breathing became rougher, and its gray skin trembled slightly.
But the owner of the iron fork arm seemed to be very different. A few seconds later, the blue-faced orc roared and reluctantly put away its weapon. It glared at Thales fiercely, and its tiny eyes were filled with hatred.
Thales lay stiffly on the ground. He felt that he was about to lose control of his overused body.
The blue-faced orc raised its head and roared at its surroundings, "Naqr! Kandarll! "
In the next moment, as if they had received an order, all the orcs, regardless of whether they were fighting or not, put down their weapons and took a step back.
Even a fierce beast like the lizard soldier was bound tightly by two orcs with ropes and suppressed.
The orcs spread out and revealed Louisa, who was panting while leaning on her sword, and Dean, who was supported by her arm.
The owner of the iron fork was also revealed.
Thales saw it clearly.
It was another orc.
Another special orc.
The armored blue-faced orc was already huge, but this orc was even bigger than the former. It was even as tall as two people.
That was not its greatest characteristic.
It was its skin.
This orc's skin was pure black, much darker than its companions around it.
It had a thick layer of snow-white fur on its shoulders, and it looked like some kind of fierce beast. Black metal armor was hidden under the fur, and it was obvious that its status was very high.
There were three parallel, hideous scars on its forehead that extended to the bridge of its nose. They looked like claw marks. Its lips were light gray, and the hair on its head was even more exuberant.
Thales frowned.
'It's … the leader?'
But the remaining mercenaries cried out in surprise.
In the next second, the pure black orc leader curled up its black lips and raised its thick left hand at them. Its palm wrapped tightly around a human captive's neck, allowing him to struggle in vain.
"No, no." There was a slight sobbing tone in Louisa's voice. "No."
Dean sighed. "Mickey."
The Barren Bone man who had his neck strangled trembled. His expression was unfocused, and his hands were powerless to climb up this special orc's huge arm. He could not resist at all.
Thales shook his head in despair.
'It's over.'
The orc let out a sound that sounded like it was laughing. It threw the weak Mickey to the ground, then raised its broken wrist and aimed the pitchfork on it at the remaining mercenaries.
In the next moment, the pure black orc spoke slowly.
What shocked Thales and the two mercenaries was that the words that came out of the orc's mouth were fluent in the common language of the Western Peninsula with a desert accent.
"Humans." The orc's deep voice seemed to cause the sand to tremble. "You fought very bravely. You took away the war souls of four of our tribe's warriors, and won our respect."
Louisa widened her eyes in surprise, while Dean furrowed his brows.
There were dozens of orcs around them, and they stood in a black mass. They held weapons in their hands and stared at the mercenaries with murderous intent. But they held their breaths in silence. No one made a sound.
"Therefore, I guarantee with the honor of Shattered Stone Tribe that as long as you surrender to me, your companions, including this Sorino, will die.
It gently kicked Thales, who was under its feet, and said solemnly and sternly, "Therefore, I guarantee with the honor of Shattered Stone Tribe that as long as you surrender to me.
Your companions, including this Sorino, will live. "
Thales moved slightly.
He remembered that he was here.
The pure black orc's word: Soriano.
During his lessons in Dragon Clouds City, there was also a similar word in the language of the glacier orcs, although the tone and suffix were not quite the same.
It meant:
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