Legendary Hero

Hengduan Mountains, Beastman Valley.

The orc king, the high priest, and five hundred orc warriors fought together with the undead gargoyle knights.

This battle was really dark and dark, and it lasted for more than three hours. In the forest outside the orc valley, an open space with a radius of nearly one kilometer was cleared by the criss-crossing magic power and combat skills.

In the open space, a large number of corpses of orc warriors were scattered here and there, scattered with fragments of broken skeletons, and the water in many potholes turned red, it was the blood of orc warriors.

"Stop these skeletons quickly, don't let them run away!" The Beast King saw that several gargoyle knights were about to run away, and shouted loudly.

So far, the orcs have suffered heavy damage, but there are not many gargoyle knights left, only a dozen or so. These twelve undead were no longer willing to fight, and scattered and fled, going back to report.

This is what the Beast King is worried about!

"Beng Beng Beng!" An orc warrior operated a powerful siege crossbow to attack. Three gargoyle knights were hit by arrows, and their knights fell from the sky, but eight gargoyle knights escaped the attack and flew out. out of the orc's sight.

"Damn it!" The Beastman King slammed the battle ax in his hand on the ground with annoyed expression on his face.

"Your Majesty, the great priest is dead!" Someone suddenly shouted.

"What!?" The Beast King suddenly turned his head, looked towards the source of the voice, and immediately saw the old priest.

He was covered in blood, his face was wrinkled and gray, and his eyes were dull. The biggest wound on his body was on his abdomen, where the dark magic had corroded the flesh and blood, even his intestines were rotten.

Seeing the Beastman King look over, the High Priest's face moved slightly, as if he was smiling, and he said the last sentence to the Beastman King: "Your Majesty, the undead are powerful, worry...they...report..."

Before he finished speaking, the high priest's eyes lost their light, and he had already returned to the embrace of his ancestors.

The Beast King's heart trembled. He turned his head and saw the miserable scene everywhere. He knew that his decision to fight the undead was wrong this time. He was too impulsive.

"Hi!" The Beast King crushed a golden skull beside his feet. This was Alonso's head, and he was no match for the Beast King. After all, the power of a quasi-sage cannot be compared with that of a real martial saint.

But so what?

The orc king Thorger's eyes were full of horror: "Undead, are they so powerful?"

No one answered him, the high priest who used to be his brain trust has returned to the embrace of his ancestors.

Just standing there, silent for a full ten minutes, Thorger calmed down completely. He looked up at the surviving orc warriors, and said with difficulty: "Burn the bodies of our warriors with fire, don't let them become the masters of death slave."

The orcs silently carried out the order of the Beast King. When the flames rose into the sky, Thorger issued a second order: "Order, continue to move. We must leave here as soon as possible."

He understood what the high priest said, some gargoyle knights had escaped, and they had already made a grudge with the undead, so next time, more undead might come.

The orcs could not afford such a loss.

"Your Majesty, we are not afraid of the undead!" a warrior shouted.

"I know your courage and strength. But we still have children, we must live and shelter them to grow!" Thorger said painfully.

Based on his understanding of the master of death, the opponent will definitely come to retaliate, and once there is a battle, there will be death, and death will increase the strength of the opponent. Genocide.

Therefore, we can only relocate as soon as possible.

He was so impulsive just now! Thorge regretted it too much, but the thing had happened and there was no going back.

The orcs began to migrate almost immediately, with a total population of more than 50,000, including more than 40,000 orcs, and more than 10,000 ethnic women and half-orc descendants. Their plan was to continue to go deep into the Hengduan Mountains.

Time passed by in the blink of an eye, and at noon on the third day, the orcs began to gather and were ready to go.

At this time, someone suddenly shouted: "Dragon, green dragon, there are green dragons in the sky."

Sorge looked up, and sure enough, he saw a green dragon hovering in the sky, but it wasn't exactly Vianna a few days ago.

This time, the other party flew very high, at least 500 meters, so even though he kept circling in the sky, Sorge was powerless.

"I can't go on like this. It seems that I have to train some flying mounts." Thorge made up his mind.

"Look, something has been thrown down." Someone yelled again.

Sorge looked over, and soon found that the remains of gargoyles and skeletons were thrown down. He counted them, and there were eight of them, exactly the number of gargoyle knights who escaped that day.

A voice came from the sky, it was Rowling: "Sorge, do you like the gift I gave you?"

Thorge gritted his teeth and roared loudly, "You brought those undead?"

"So what?"

Yes, so what? He can't do anything to the other party.

At this point, Thorge no longer had the strength to get angry. He took a deep breath, suppressed the despondency that surged up in his heart, and shouted: "What do you want?"

"It's nothing. You must have seen the power of the undead. You are lucky this time. We intercepted all the escaped gargoyle knights for you, so you don't need to worry about the revenge of the undead for a few months. During this time, You are enough to lead your people to relocate. However, the patience of the undead is very good, you can hide for a while, but don’t want to hide from them for a lifetime, think carefully, Sorge!"

After saying these words, the green dragon in the sky flapped its wings fiercely and flew towards the north.

Thorger fell silent again.

"Your Majesty?" After a long time, an orc warrior asked suspiciously.

"It's okay. Let's go, let's go."

At this moment, two words hovered in the Beast King's mind, 'human race' and 'undead'. Which of these two parties is his most terrifying enemy?

After walking for a while, Thorger's eyes suddenly fell on a human woman. This was a mother. Her body was very weak. Her height was less than the chest of an orc warrior, and her weight was less than half that of an ordinary warrior. The road in the middle of the dense forest was very uneven. She walked She staggered a little, but she always protected the child in her arms.

Looking at the child again, she has human pink and smooth skin, but there are still some fluff on her face, and there are two small pointed fangs as big as rice grains, which means she is of orc blood.

This is a little girl, even from the eyes of an orc, she is a cute little thing. After looking at it for a while, Thorge found that most of the depression and irritability in his heart had disappeared, and he was overwhelmed by the two emotions of peace and responsibility. instead.

Yes, the child, her child, but also the child of the orcs.

Suddenly there was a glimmer of understanding in Thorge's heart: "After many years, the orc race will be integrated with more and more human blood, and the hatred of the human race will eventually ease one day, because we are all creatures, there are some differences in appearance, but the essence is not huge. But those resurrected dead will only destroy everything, they are the eternal enemies of all living beings.”

Looking at the fellow orcs behind him, Thorge finally let out a long sigh: "It seems that if there is a chance, we have to unite with the human race."

He still hated Luo Lin, because the other party cut off one of his arms, because the other party made him taste the bitter taste of failure. But he also had to admit the wisdom and strength of that human warrior. If he cooperates with the human race against the undead, then the orcs still have a chance. If the orcs watched this disaster, then when the continent was completely destroyed by darkness, their orcs would not escape the same fate.

He is a warrior, a martial saint who regards glory as his life, but he is also the king of orcs. Compared with personal failure and shame, the future of the race is more important, and he must consider the future of his people.

…………….

"Where are we going next?" Vianna asked, "Go back to your county?"

"No, I don't want to go back for the time being. We've only been out for less than ten days." Luo Lin was now lying on Vianna's back, with his arms resting on his head, squinting at the sky, with a relaxed expression on his face.

"Oh, where do you want to go then?"

"How about, how about we go to the Frost Lands and meet the commander of the Frost Crusaders, Marquis Edward Rhine?" Luo Lin said.

It would be a pity to come out once and go back after seeing the orcs.

"Edward Rhine, Thunder Sword Master? Why do you see him? He is from the Kingdom of Aoraki, and you are the Earl of the Principality of Lehman. Just the two of us, if he wants to turn against us, we won't even be able to run away. Yes." Vianna was taken aback.

The Frost Crusaders, the most elite army of the Aoraki Kingdom and the most elite army on the Starlight Continent, are well-equipped and powerful, and the so-called orc army cannot be compared with it at all.

Perhaps the individual bravery of the orcs surpassed the warriors of the Crusaders, but after forming an army, the Crusaders were an extremely cohesive whole, and the strength increase was far greater than 1+1.

When they went to the Frost Land, if the sword master got upset and the opponent wanted to attack, even if Vianna and Luo Lin joined forces, they would not be able to escape the word 'death', there is no doubt about it.

"It is indeed a little dangerous. But the sword master has been guarding the northern part of the Aoraki Kingdom for fifty years. He has guarded the northern barrier of the continent. From this point of view, this man is a real hero. I think he can Seeing the overall situation, you can also see the horror of the undead. Find him, persuade him, and maybe use his power to force King Aoraki to relax the pressure on Grand Duke Lehman." Luo Lin stated his purpose.

Of course, this is his wishful thinking, and they belong to two countries. Maybe even if the sword master doesn't want to do anything, but if someone in his subordinates stirs up emotions, it will force the sword master to take action against Luo Lin for the sake of the overall situation.

Although Luo Lin should not be killed, his martial arts will definitely be abolished, and then returned to the Grand Duke in exchange for huge compensation.

Although it is not impossible to restore martial skills, it would be too embarrassing.

"Everything is unknown, this is an adventure, and the character of the Sword Master is a gamble. But now that the undead are powerful, we have to seize any opportunity." Luo Lin finally said: "It is worth the risk."

"Then... let's go." Vianna turned around, and she was persuaded by Luo Lin.