Broad World

The fire was quickly extinguished by the army with snow water, and the continuous long-term high-intensity exercise made even the strong orcs feel overwhelmed. Sim had to postpone the attack plan. He opened up all the nearby houses and asked all his men to start cooking and cooking inside. He was going to rest for a day, and then took the last castle in one go.

As the army settled down in place, the orcs' looting behavior became more and more unscrupulous. Due to the increasing number of participants, the thieves and rangers also stopped their sneak attacks. They each found a hidden place to hide, and they were going to wait until dark before doing anything. Seeing that something was wrong, Henry drank a bottle of invisibility potion, so he found a cellar and got into it. He was going to take a good night's sleep, and wait for the spell slot to recover before continuing to trouble these orcs.

The sky gradually darkened, and the messy camp became more lively. These guys compared what they had robbed with each other, and from time to time a fight would break out because of the uneven distribution of spoils. Sim sat on a chair in a house, looking at the scene in front of him with a smile on his face. Now his mind is full of the scene of being blessed by the orc gods after capturing the volcanic fissure.

At this time, someone suddenly shouted in the distance: "Look! There are many corpses of our own people here!"

The shout immediately aroused Sim's vigilance, he dropped the wine glass in his hand, and walked towards the place where the sound came from. Soon, they saw the corpses of orcs piled up together. They all had fatal wounds on their necks. Judging from the smiling expressions on their faces, they must have been attacked and killed from behind.

"Bastard! These dirty rats actually rushed to carry out assassinations right under my nose! Search every house immediately, and find all these assassins!" Sim yelled at the orc officer beside him.

The orcs who received the order were all organized immediately, and they began to search every corner roughly along the streets of the city. It didn't take long for a few unlucky thieves and rangers to be captured alive, and then escorted to Sim.

A human ranger saw the one-eyed chief spat fiercely and cursed: "You dirty and obscene beast! You will definitely die!"

Sim came over and squeezed his neck with one hand, and the ranger flushed from his breathlessness. With a ferocious smile on his face, the orc chief grabbed hold of his hair with the other hand, and then exerted a sudden force. A head was pulled from the neck in an instant, and blood gushed out like a fountain, staining the ceiling red.

This cruel behavior immediately excited the surrounding orcs, and they roared hoarsely, scaring the faces of the other prisoners. Sim, pleased with his performance, raised his hand to signal for everyone to be quiet.

He loudly announced to the people around him: "I believe you have all seen just now how I dealt with these despicable assassins. Does anyone want to try it out for themselves now! Those who do the best will get unexpected rewards!" He glanced at the trembling female elf thief.

Many orcs are eager to try, this kind of violent and bloody game is their favorite, not to mention the unexpected prizes. Soon several tall guys stood up, and each of them was assigned a prisoner. Sim stepped on the elf thief's head with one foot and loudly announced the start of the game.

All the orcs participating in the competition began to twist the head in their own way. Some of them succeeded in one shot, while others only broke the victim's neck without the head falling off. Sim laughed and commented on the tactics of these people, and then kicked the female elf to the winner.

"This elf woman is yours. Take it back to the tent and have a good night's play. Of course, you can also share it with your friends. I think the great orc god will be very happy to see this scene."

The winning guy laughs and picks up his prize and heads for a deserted house. Because her hands and feet were tied tightly, the female elf could only scream loudly and struggle non-stop. Henry hid in the shadows and watched all this. After seeing the orc walk into the house, he quietly blessed an invisibility technique and followed.

As soon as he entered the house, the rude guy threw the female thief on the ground. He quickly took off his clothes, rushed forward and began to tear the elf's leather armor. Henry gently opened the door and walked in, then closed the door casually. He took out a dagger and aimed it at the back of the head, and the sharp weapon pierced through the head in an instant. The orc warrior's eyes gradually lost focus, and he fell headfirst to the ground.

Due to the aggressive behavior, the effect of Henry's invisibility disappeared instantly. He drew out the dagger and casually rubbed it against the orc twice before inserting it back into his boot. The female thief sat on the ground in a daze in shock. It seemed that what happened just now had greatly stimulated her.

"Miss Elf, I think you'd better find a dress to put on now. Although you have a good figure, you will easily get sick in this weather." Henry carefully observed the movements of the enemies outside the window, while reminding the thief whose body was leaking.

Hearing his words, the elf immediately blushed, covered the important parts of his body with his hands, turned around and ran upstairs and began to rummage through the closet. After a while, he walked down wearing a dark blue thick cloth dress worn by ordinary residents. She bowed to Henry and said in a soft and sweet voice: "My name is Philosir Amastacia. Thank you very much for your rescue. Otherwise, with the hatred of orcs against elves, I will definitely be humiliated and tortured all night, and I will be brutally killed before dawn tomorrow."

Henry drew the curtains, turned his head and looked at the elf named Philohill. She has long black hair and a pair of dark blue eyes shining like stars. With exquisite facial features and a tall figure of about 1.7 meters, it's no wonder that the orcs didn't choose to kill them directly like other captives. Judging from Philohill's appearance and surname, she should be a moon elf, because Amastacia means star flower in elven language.

"Miss Philohill, I think you'd better flee to the fortress in the city center. The orcs here have organized a large number of people and started to search you thieves and rangers from house to house. With their number, it won't take long to turn all the houses upside down, and no one will be able to escape by then."

"Several companions have been killed by cruel orcs just now. I want to avenge them, otherwise I won't leave here." As he spoke, Philohill's eye circles began to turn red, and tears flowed down after a while.

Henry lowered his head and thought about it for a while. He felt that he could gather the people who were still lurking and launch a surprise attack on the orc search team. With the advantages of spells, it should be possible to deal with a few search teams quietly. Thinking of this, he raised his head and asked, "How do you get in touch with other people in the city? Can it be done if I ask them to gather in one place?"

"Most of the time, we use sign language and signs to deliver messages. If you want to gather them, you only need to tie a cloth strip to the chimney on the roof, and anyone who sees them will rush in this direction." Philohill explained the contact information while cutting her skirt short to make it easier to move.

"Go, gather everyone, let them gather here, it's time to give these arrogant orcs a little color." After speaking, Henry found a chair and sat down to close the curtain.

The elf thief moved very quickly. After a few minutes, he cut off a large part of the long skirt, exposing a pair of pure white legs. She walked back and forth with graceful steps, and after confirming that it would not affect her actions, she picked up the cloth strips on the ground, quietly opened the door and climbed up to the roof while taking advantage of the moonlight.

The cloth strips were tied quickly, and it kept swaying with the cold wind, which was very conspicuous even at night. Within a few hours, several thieves and rangers came from their hiding places to the house. They whispered to Philohill about the companions who were killed, and couldn't help but let out a sigh.

When midnight came, twelve thieves and seven rangers had gathered here. Seeing that the time is ripe, Henry stood up and whispered to everyone: "Now, please be quiet, everyone. The main purpose of our operation is to reduce the number of orcs. My plan is to set up an ambush on the path that the search team must pass, and then launch a surprise attack. With the cooperation of spells, try not to let these guys make a sound, and immediately change to another place after killing a team."

No one spoke, but the burning anger could be seen in their eyes. The sacrifice of their companions has aroused the fighting spirit of these people, and their minds are now full of thoughts of revenge. Seeing this situation, Henry nodded in satisfaction, and quickly led them to a street for an ambush.

It didn't take long for a group of more than fifty orcs to come here. They kicked open the door roughly and began to rummage for any possible hiding place. Henry made a gesture, and everyone quietly followed and surrounded the house. As the first orc came out, a rogue rushed up and covered his mouth, slashing his short sword across his throat, and dragged the body into the shadows.

The orcs behind also came out one after another. Since there were a lot of people, the thieves were quietly waiting for orders. Henry opened a bottle of hypnotic potion, and the wind blew the hypnotic gas over. Soon these guys began to feel very sleepy, many of them began to lie down on the spot and fell asleep, only a few of them who were particularly strong were still awake.

The ranger chose his target and shot a cold arrow, and the thief also quietly followed up to make up the knife. Before the orcs had time to react, they were surrounded by various attacks. After killing all the sleeping guys, Henry led them to quickly evacuate and began to look for the next team's target. (To be continued.)