"Very well, if no one knows."
Under the collective silence of the merchants and the curses of the mercenaries, Kandarll looked around with an indifferent expression.
"Then let the duel begin as soon as possible."
Thales' heart tensed.
'Sh * t.'
He clenched his fists and fixed his gaze on the blue-faced orc, Duraman, in the distance.
'If the worst comes to the worst …
'If the duel cannot be avoided …
'Then how am I supposed to survive?'
Thales sucked in a deep breath and entered hell's senses to observe the enemy's condition. But a sudden bang came from outside his eardrums, and it shocked him.
Thales only realized after a few seconds that the orcs were looting the goods of the merchant group in the distance.
His fight against the Star Killer and the Raven of Death in the Land of Barren Rocks had improved his Sin of Hell's River, and his hell's senses had also become much stronger.
But it was precisely because of this that Thales learned his lesson. Hell's senses could give him extraordinary senses, but sometimes, being overly sensitive was not necessarily a good thing.
When the countless information that was usually isolated from his senses was surged into his brain by hell's senses, Thales was in a state of chaos. He could not tell where he was. For example, during the chaotic battle just now, in hell's senses, the sounds of the orcs grinding their teeth twenty meters away was deafening. It sounded like a large army marching, and it was often mixed up with the sounds of swords and axes one meter away. The movements of the enemies in the distance were clear, as if they were right in front of him, causing Thales to subconsciously raise his hands to block them, and he ignored the threat that was right in front of him.
Being able to hear and see well might seem to be something everyone envied, but the people involved in this would suffer unspeakably. The slightly louder sounds and brighter lights were unbearable to Thales. He would overreact, and his senses would deviate.
He needed time and practice to get used to his new state.
When he thought of this, Thales shook his head. 'In his hazy memories from his previous life, the seniors who were reborn, cleared their meridians, and enlightened their acupoints, skipped the adaptation stage, and used their new powers to show off their prowess were probably born superhumans.'
He tried his best to focus the slightly out of control hell's senses on his opponent, but he could not help but frown.
With hell's senses, the fluctuations reflected by the orcs were not scattered like those of humans, but were solid and thick.
At least in Duraman's body, Thales could not find any signs of light that was similar to the Power of Eradication. But when the teenager looked at the ripples of its muscles, bones, and bones, listened to its heavy breathing and powerful heartbeat, he subconsciously gulped.
But Thales did not doubt that this so-called Holy Guard, the blue-faced orc, could unleash a power that most supra class warriors could not achieve even with the help of their Power of Eradication.
No.
He silently came to a conclusion. Based on his current self, who was still trying to adapt to his new power …
There was no chance.
Not to mention …
Thales glanced at the other two Holy Guards with a headache.
The orc warchief, Kandarll, stared at Thales with a cold glare in its eyes. "If he loses, there's no need for all of you to live … Obviously, the Desert God doesn't like all of you."
His words made everyone nervous.
At this moment, a strange feeling crept into Thales' heart.
He instinctively raised his head.
Something was not right.
The prince said to himself, 'Something's not quite right from the beginning.'
Where was it?
What was wrong?
He turned his gaze and looked around.
At this moment, a timid male voice rang out from the crowd.
"I … I know …"
The captives frowned.
A trembling hand was raised in the air.
"I know … I know why the Constellatiates sent their army … Great warchief …"
Thales was a little surprised.
Kandarll turned its head around slightly.
"See, I knew it." Kandarll flashed a scornful smile and strode to the other side. "As humans, all of you are very lazy, and all you need is just a little bit of motivation."
Dean and Louisa furrowed their eyebrows.
"What's going on?"
Dean could not believe his eyes. "What does he know?"
A bald man curled up on the ground laboriously held his belly and straightened his back. He did not care about the dust on his body and squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying. "If I tell you, great warchief, will you let me live?"
Kandarll stopped and lowered its head coldly to stare at the master of the merchant group, Seth Tormorden.
"It depends on what you tell me."
Thales widened his eyes. He suppressed the strange feeling in his heart and tried to guess what Tormorden wanted to say.
'Could it be …'
Duraman the orc roared angrily, as if he was very dissatisfied with the delay of the duel.
Tormorden shuddered as he knelt on the ground, but his words prevented Thales from immediately suffering misfortune.
"They … Around ten days ago, in Blade Fangs Camp, I was chatting with my cousin. He's a regular soldier in the Western Frontlines, and he's Williams' subordinate. He's the one …"
Kandarll's gaze turned cold.
"I know who Williams is. Get to the point."
All the captives stared at the conversation between the two, and their hearts were filled with anxiety.
The orc's eyes seemed to have some mysterious power, and it made Tormorden tremble even more.
The merchant spoke faster, and he stuttered even more. "My cousin, he-he told me that the important people will soon, will, will seal the borders. That's why I thought about pulling a merchant group out to smuggle and earn some money …"
Kandarll stretched out its remaining left hand!
It grabbed the necklace around Tormorden's neck and pulled the frightened merchant up from the ground. His legs were off the ground, and it pressed its mouth against Tormorden's face and roared.
"Get to the point!"
Tormorden was just about to scream, but the roar scared him back into his mouth.
As he stared at Kandarll's ferocious face, Tormorden was like a vole facing a venomous snake. He had nowhere to run.
A few seconds later, the merchant said with a pale face, his teeth chattering.
"Baron Williams told a few nobles who are officials in his room, and my cousin heard it … The important people entered the desert, and they seem to be chasing after someone …"
When he heard this, Thales' breathing suddenly froze.
His expression remained the same, and he forced himself not to look at Dean and Louisa.
'What does this Tormorden know?
'This is bad.
'I have to face the threat of a duel …
'I have to think about how to escape …
'There's also the risk of exposing my identity …'
Thales gritted his teeth. 'Is today an unlucky day?'
He frowned a little. His uncontrollable hell's senses gave him and Kandarll's heartbeats. The master of the merchant group was almost scared out of his wits. Kandarll might seem fierce, but his heartbeat was still calm, even though Thales did not know whether this was a unique characteristic of orcs.
In the distance, the sounds of orcs plundering the spoils of war rose one after another. Their movements were crude, and the noises were endless, causing him to feel agitated.
That strange feeling was still there.
'No.
What's wrong?! '
The teenager's eyebrows furrowed even tighter.
Through hell's senses, the orcs in the camp were very noisy. Their crude whispers and rough movements seemed to be very close to his ears.
The strange feeling in his heart became more obvious.
"Chasing after someone?" Kandarll seemed to be deep in thought, and it loosened its grip a little.
"Who?"
Tormorden shook his head violently.
This action made Kandarll tighten its grip again.
It put away the corners of its mouth. "You seem to need more motivation?"
Tormorden screamed, "No, no, no, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know!"
He sounded like he was crying, and his tears were running down his face. "I swear, I swear on the honor of my ancestors as nobles! I really don't know who they're chasing after! "
Dean and Louisa sighed at the same time.
Mickey, who was beaten to the ground, sneered in disdain.
Kandarll stared at Tormorden for a long time.
A few seconds later, the orc warchief stared at the snot and tears that flowed onto its hand in disgust. Only then did it loosen its grip.
Tormorden fell back to the ground with a thud.
The master of the merchant group sighed in relief. He sobbed and patted his chest.
"B-but since they're as despicable as you said and didn't spare a single living thing in the desert, then they must hate that person to the core, just like how they hate you to the core …"
Kandarll lowered its head while it swung its hands.
Realizing that he might have said something wrong, Tormorden raised his trembling hands. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry … I didn't do it on purpose, I just, I just …"
But Kandarll ignored his disrespect. "You said that Constellation traveled all over the periphery of the desert to chase after a certain person?"
"My cousin heard all of this …"
Kandarll snorted coldly. "Just who is it? Is it worth it for the entire Western Frontlines of the kingdom to go to war … and they won't stop even when they are drenched in blood and corpses are strewn all over the place? "
At that moment, Thales trembled!
'I see!'
The teenager suddenly understood.
He understood where that strange feeling came from!
The prince's chest heaved, and his gaze changed rapidly.
So, this was the answer to the mystery.
It was also the only way for them to survive in the hands of these cruel and cunning orcs!
Kandarll and Tormorden's question and answer session continued, but the prince was no longer in the mood to listen.
While everyone's attention was on the other side, Thales' spirits lifted, and his lips moved slightly.
The teenager tilted his head and whispered to the captive beside him, "Dean, the orcs are plundering your goods.
"Of course, they like human spoils of war."
Dean was a little worried and hesitant. He glanced at Kandarll, who was interrogating Tormorden, out of the corner of his eye. "Listen, Wya, it won't let us go no matter what, so you …"
Thales shook his head.
"No, Dean, listen to me. Even though they're plundering, they're abandoning valuable items like they're worn out shoes. Instead, they're hastily searching for food, water, and even medicine."
Dean's eyebrows twitched.
"What?"
The bald mercenary asked curiously, "How did you know?"
As he listened to the movements beside his ears, Thales paused for a moment. "I heard … I was the last one to see it. They're looking for the necessary supplies."
'Looking for supplies …'
Dean was deep in thought.
On the other side, Tormorden cried again because he was frightened by the orcs.
"Dean," Thales continued to say softly, "there were at most a dozen of us who picked up our weapons to fight back just now, and according to the warchief, they only lost a few people, right?"
Dean pursed his lips. "Why?"
"But they … there were nearly a hundred of them, and almost half of them were injured." Thales gestured with his chin at the rows of orcs. "That included the warchief himself. There were dried blood stains and new wear and tear on his armor as well."
Dean's gaze froze in midair.
"Louisa said that for the sake of concealment and ambush, they deliberately stripped off their armor and attacked with light armor. But what if … what if they weren't wearing light armor on purpose, but were forced to?"
The bald mercenary's spirits lifted. "You mean …"
"Their condition is not as good as they say, Dean." A flame known as hope burned in Thales' eyes. "They went through a battle not long ago. They're traveling with light armor, and they lack food and clothes …
"They're … running for their lives."
At that moment, the atmosphere between the two of them changed.
The dark night seemed to have become much brighter.
Dean was silent for a long while.
"That means …"
Thales nodded. "We just need to think of a way to …"
He did not finish his sentence.
Because in the next moment …
* Bang! *
A thunderous noise suddenly rose, and everyone swayed on the spot!
Regardless of whether they were orcs or humans, merchants or mercenaries, warchiefs or princes, all of them turned their heads in panic and looked in the direction of the loud noise.
In the dark night, a terrifying, raging fire was burning in a camp not too far away. The fire was so strong that it even reached the sky and was more than ten meters tall!
The light from the fire illuminated the sand dunes in all directions, and it was incredibly eye-catching in the night sky.
Thales and Dean stared at the fire in the distance in a daze and looked at each other.
"Kandarll …" One of the Holy Guards, Yaku, stared at the burning camp in shock. He swiftly took out his black bow and said something to the warchief anxiously.
"Hura —" Warchief Kandarll roared at him, but it still turned its head around and waved its arm.
Yaku nodded and led a dozen orc warriors to check on the situation.
It turned its head around and grabbed Tormorden, who was also terrified and pale. It pointed at the fire and said furiously, "What's going on?!"
"I-I-I …"
Tormorden waved his hands desperately, trying his best to show his innocence and cooperation.
"The army in Blade Fangs Dune has been mobilized frequently these few days, and the scale is very large. They are busy, and the management is a little lax." The merchant had a long face. "So I took the opportunity … to transport some military supplies … such as a little bit of Eternal Oil. Your subordinates might have been snatching … I mean, they were careless when they were rummaging through …"
"A little bit?" Mickey, who was lying on the ground, repeated sarcastically as he stared at the fire on the sand.
Kandarll stared at the fire, then at Tormorden. Its expression was one of anger. Its cheeks twitched, and its two rows of teeth were about to crush each other.
"You might not understand the characteristics of Eternal Oil, and there might be more than a little bit of it …"
Tormorden stared at the fire and forgot how terrifying the orcs were for a moment. He said in pain, "So, if we want to put it out, we should use a lot of sand …"
Kandarll howled in anger and threw the unfortunate Tormorden aside.
As expected, a minute later, the orc Yaku came back with more than ten warriors covered in dirt. With a solemn expression, it shook its head at Kandarll, who had an unpleasant expression on his face.
Kandarll roared in indignation.
The warchief turned around and gave an order in their language. Quite a number of lightly armored orcs immediately moved and spread out around the camp.
The fire was still burning.
"Looks like Tormorden's insatiable greed and audacity helped us this time." Dean narrowed his eyes and whispered, "They're retreating … Your guess is right. We have a chance."
Thales pursed his lips.
In the unexpected chaos, Kandarll seemed to have finally remembered the group of human captives.
"What a pity." The orc warchief turned to them and coldly stroked the sharp iron fork on its wrist. "It's going to end early.
I wanted to chat with all of you for a little longer. "
The captives' expressions immediately changed.
Kandarll snorted softly and looked at Thales. Its black face was illuminated by the fire, and it looked even more ferocious. "You know, Secca, I really wanted to see how you would react when you faced Duraman …"
Duraman roared and slammed its spiked mace on the ground.
Thales felt a chill in his heart.
'This is bad.'
The orc warchief walked forward slowly and stared at Thales. "Especially since I just figured out a lot of things …"
At that moment, a spark rose from the ground on the other side of the desert and let out a shrill, sharp sound!
* Whoosh! *
It was bright and piercing to the ears.
Everyone, including Kandarll, instinctively looked in the direction of the spark.
A few seconds later, on the other side of the sand dune where the spark appeared, a few barely discernible voices traveled into the distance.
* Thud, thud, thud, thud. *
It was dull, low-key, and hurried, but there was a certain rhythm to it.
It was getting closer.
Almost at the same time, an orc warrior's shout rose abruptly from the other side of the sand dune. "Kruli —"
Before the shout could finish, it stopped abruptly and turned into a cry of pain. "AAAAAHHHHH!"
Before Thales could react, the expressions of all the orcs present changed drastically.
The warrior's cry of pain had yet to disappear.
But Kandarll had already let out a furious roar and turned swiftly towards its warriors!
The tribe's warchief did not hesitate. It flung its powerful arm and roared at the loudest voice it had ever used since it appeared, "Musa!"
In the next second, faster than the blink of an eye, all the orc warriors roared and drew their weapons. Under Yakur and Lucana's lead, they took large strides and formed a team of their own accord. They started running!
Except for Duraman the orc. It pointed at Thales, who was among the captives, and said something to Kandarll in an agitated manner.
This orc who had a blood feud with Thales seemed to have made up his mind to end his grudge here.
Thales' heart sank.
"Don't worry," Dean said calmly from beside him, "I've already talked to Louisa. We'll look for a chance to counterattack."
But his comfort was not effective, because Kandarll was even angrier than Duraman. It even mercilessly punched the Holy Guard.
In the end, Duraman cast Thales a resentful glance and joined its companions.
The captives stood at the center of the field and watched in shock and bewilderment as the busy orcs ran past them with frenzied expressions on their faces. They ran in the opposite direction of the sparks!
They did not have the time to care about the captives anymore.
"How …" That was the surprised Louisa.
The next scene revealed the answer.
On a sand dune not too far away from them, a tall figure moved past the obstruction of the sand, broke through the dark night, and appeared under the illumination of the fire.
It was a knight.
A horse and a man. His feet were in the stirrups, and he held the reins in his hands.
He stepped on the horse's back with swift hooves. He rose and fell as he galloped, then charged down the sand dune.
The two orc sentinels on the sand dune saw the knight.
They roared angrily and raised their terrifying weapons. With astonishing steps, they charged towards the intruder with their majestic bodies!
The knight on the horse ignored the approaching threat. He only arched his body and increased his speed.
The distance between the two parties grew closer.
Then, they came face to face with each other.
The orcs' angry roars were filled with hatred. A heavy hammer and a broadsword drew dangerous arcs in their hands. With terrifying power and a howl of death, they were about to cut open the horse's abdomen.
Thales was shocked.
But the knight whistled softly.
At that moment, the steed under him turned around nimbly. It moved its hooves and changed direction before the weapons could reach its body!
The moment the knight turned around, the sharp-eyed Thales saw the pattern on his robe.
It was a crow.
It was a dark blue crow with only one wing.
The knight narrowly avoided the orcs' interception and dodged two deadly weapons.
But it did not end there.
A light and sharp spear shot out accurately from the horse and pierced the neck of the first orc.
As the two orcs roared, the knight withdrew the tip of his spear. With his superb horsemanship, he galloped far away, leaving behind only a splash of his enemy's blood.
And a ponytail that was a few inches long.
"This symbol is the Kroma Family's Raven Whistle Light Cavaliers." Old Hammer could not suppress the excitement in his heart. "It's the famous Second Commando Unit of the Raven Guards, the Lightning Ravens!"
Thales thought of something. 'The Kroma Family …
'Kroma Family?
'Sounds familiar …'
The orc whose neck was pierced howled in anger. It trod with frightening heavy steps, ignoring the blood that spilled everywhere. With its companion, it chased after the knight.
But they could not catch up.
The knight turned in an arc and rode further and further away on the sand dune. He rode faster and faster.
Finally, the orc whose neck was pierced fell limp after running for quite a distance and almost dying the sand red.
Before the last of its blood flowed out, the orc's tenacious life allowed it to raise its blade at the knight's drifting back.
But its blade was too short.
'I can't reach it.'
As it thought about this, its thick arm trembled in the air for a moment before it fell limply.
It could no longer move.
Under the sand dune, Warchief Kandarll watched its warrior fall from the distance and roared in grief and indignation.
The orcs shouted in unison to vent the hatred in their hearts.
"Yo! It's been two days since we last met, you bastards from Stone Splitter! "
The first human knight looked at the burning camp not far away and the angry orcs below him. He reined in his horse.
He stopped on the sand dune. His laughter traveled from afar and traveled into every orc's ears. "Holy Pursuit Day isn't here yet, and you're already holding a bonfire party …
"Don't you think it's a little too early?"
Another orc sentinel howled shrilly and charged at the knight.
It did not manage to reach its destination.
* Thud, thud, thud. *
The second knight charged over from the other side of the sand dune. When the orc turned its head around, he flashed a saber and brushed past it.
As Kandarll roared shrilly, the second orc's head flew high into the air with an indignant and resentful gaze.
The captives were silent. The orcs shouted in grief and indignation.
Thales watched the scene in a daze. He watched the powerful orcs die one after another.
Kandarll's roars became more and more urgent.
Under its orders, the nearly one hundred orcs quickly split into two groups.
With an astonishing presence, nearly twenty orcs lifted their heavy weapons and stepped forward. They formed a formation facing the sand dune where the knight was.
The rest of the orcs shouted loudly. They gritted their teeth and put away their weapons with hatred. Then, they turned around and ran in the opposite direction with all their might.
"What are they doing?" Quick Rope looked surprised.
Old Hammer shook his head. With his rich experience, he gave a short and concise answer.
"Running for our lives."
Thales was about to ask, but he realized that in the next moment, he was seized by the neck by a huge orc!
"Wya!" While Dean and Louisa shouted angrily, Thales was restrained by Kandarll's left arm.
But the orcs guarding the captives did not move. They stood coldly behind the humans and suppressed everyone who wanted to fight back.
Thales wanted to exert his strength, but he realized that the orc's strength was the most terrifying he had ever encountered. "You —"
He did not manage to finish speaking, because in the next moment, Kandarll's iron fork was pressed against his throat.
"Silence!"
The orc warchief seized Thales' throat and looked at his surprised and bewildered gaze. It said coldly to the captives, "This will end soon. I don't want to make the scene too ugly."
In the next second, Kandarll pressed its mouth against Thales' ear and spoke in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "Tell your father, and tell Morat.
"I was the one who found you first."
"And I know who you are."
At that second, Thales froze completely.
Dean and Louisa were still shouting excitedly, but it was no longer important.
'What?
Father?
Morat?
You found me first?
You know who I am?
'What … does this mean?'
Kandarll turned Thales' head towards it. Its bright yellow eyes were sharp.
With great puzzlement, Thales stared at Kandarll.
He suddenly realized that Kandarll's expression was incredibly serious at that moment. It did not have the humor from before, nor the grief and indignation from before.
It was calm.
A rare calmness.
"So, Jadestar, I fulfilled my promise." Kandarll lowered its voice and said, "What about the rest of you?"
"We'll meet again, Secca."
In the next moment, Thales felt pain in his forehead, and he instantly swallowed a mouthful of sand.
"Wya!"
A few seconds later, Thales, who was helped up from the sand by Dean, was still in a state of shock. He could only watch the orc warchief leave into the distance with a heart full of shock and puzzlement. He watched Kandarll and its warriors join the tribe's team and run into the distance.
'What's going on?'
"Are you alright? What did it do to you? "
Thales did not answer. He only blinked, his face full of shock and bewilderment.
'Its promise? 'Jadestar's promise?
He did not understand.
'This orc …
'Just who is this orc …'
"My God." Quick Rope blinked in disbelief and pulled Mickey up from the ground. "We survived … They're gone!"
Dean looked at the fleeing orcs in the distance, then at the orcs who stayed behind to form a formation. His expression was complicated.
The knights on the sand dune whistled and rushed down. There were more than ten of them, and they agilely bypassed the orcs who had already formed a formation and chased after the running Kandarll.
As the orcs left, the captives regained their freedom, but they did not have the time to celebrate their luck, because soon, the next thing attracted all their attention.
'Waves.'
In that second, Thales thought that he had heard wrong.
But he was right.
It was the waves.
The faintly discernible sounds of waves assaulted his ears repeatedly.
* Whoosh … *
* Whoosh … *
"What's that?" Quick Rope asked in terror.
"Oh no …" Old Hammer's expression was unpleasant.
Under the light of the fire, the captives looked around in panic, but they did not see anything other than the dark horizon.
But the waves did not disappear.
* Whoosh … *
More than ten seconds later, the 'waves' drew closer and became bigger!
They turned into terrifying, raging waves.
* Rumble … *
* Rumble … *
In the next moment, the captives looked at the ground in terror, then at the distance.
"Sh * t," Dean cursed.
Everyone felt a tremor that could not be ignored. It traveled continuously from the sand to their feet and up their spines.
* Rumble … *
The tremors on the ground grew stronger, more obvious, and more frequent.
* Rumble … *
Thales even felt that his heart was about to jump out of his chest.
* Rumble … *
Finally, the uneasiness brought about by the raging waves ended.
In an instant, at the top of the sand dune in front of them, at the border between the sky and the earth, countless black shadows appeared at the same time.
* Rumble … *
Amidst the blazing flames, the black shadow formed a continuous black line.
They were like densely packed ants, but also like a black tide that swept over. They covered the sand dune from top to bottom, dyeing the sand under the light of the fire black.
It was like the night.
"My God, that's …" Louisa narrowed her eyes. Her face was pale.
Thales could not help but hold his breath.
He saw the black shadows clearly.
They were people.
To be precise.
They were cavaliers.
Countless cavaliers!
* Rumble … *
They stomped on the ground with their iron hooves. Their momentum was astonishing, and they covered the sky and earth!
They were like black lava that devoured everything at the mouth of a volcano.
They pounced on the small camp.
They were unstoppable.
They were unstoppable.
Thales watched the scene in a daze.
At the top of the sand dune, a cavalier who looked like a commander appeared within the range of the fire and gave a loud order.
The cavaliers responded to him with a yell.
But Thales did not notice him.
What he saw was another cavalier galloping behind the leading cavalier, holding a tall flag in his hand.
As he galloped, the flag was completely flung open in the light of the fire.
Thales stared at the flag in a daze. He looked at the pattern that he did not know if it was unfamiliar or familiar. All sorts of emotions welled up in his heart.
That was a …
A flag …
A flag with white edges and a blue background …
A flag with two silver cross-shaped stars.
"In the name of King Kessel!"
In the next second, the leading cavalier raised his sword and pointed at the camp under his hooves. "Anything that has less than four legs …
"Leave no one alive!
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