Legendary Hero

Luo Lin was very surprised by the identity of the visitor.

He immediately closed the door tightly and lowered his voice: "Sorge, you have come to the wrong place. Fire Lion City is not a tourist attraction."

Although the other party was wearing a cloak, his walking posture and the gap on his left arm all showed his identity. These details could not escape Luo Lin's eyes.

Thorge smiled: "It's not wrong. I'm here to find you."

Luo Lin frowned, and put his hand on the hilt of the sword instinctively. His mind was thinking quickly, and suddenly he thought of a possibility: "The undead attacked you?"

"Talking to a smart person saves your worries. You guessed it right, a large number of undead have entered the Hengduan Mountains, and they are looking for us everywhere." The Beast King's tone was dignified.

The two sides haven't really fought yet, but the Hengduan Mountains are such a big place, and the undead have flying units, and the number is endless. It's only a matter of time before they find the hiding place of the orcs, and it won't be too long.

As a king, the orc king thought about it, and in a painful torment, he had to let go of all his hatred and dignity, and decided to ask the human race for help.

But who to turn to?

A name popped up naturally, Rollins. Among the human race he knew, there was only one person who had this insight and vision, and had this energy to provide help, and could be trusted.

The former opponent may now be the last hope of the orc clan.

So Sorge took a strange risk and sneaked into Fire Lion City.

By this time, Luo Lin had already understood the crux of the problem. He relaxed, walked to the table, picked up the silver wine jug, poured half a glass of green ice wine into the crystal cup, and shook it slightly, and there were one after another in the drink. Agitated to vortex.

With a wave of his hand, he threw the wine glass towards the Beastman King. Because of the stabilizing effect of the vortex, the wine in it did not sway at all.

Sorge took it, looked at the emerald-like liquid in the cup, and said with a complicated expression, "Your martial arts have improved again."

"Indeed." Luo Lin poured himself half a glass, took a sip, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, there is no poison in the wine."

Solger was relieved, took a sip, and then praised sincerely: "Not bad, it's just a little bit weaker."

Then he raised his neck, drank the wine in one gulp, and then gently put the wine glass on the flower table beside him.

"Lightness has its advantages. There are many things. If it is too strong, it will be too much." Luo Lin sat on the chair, slightly shaking the crystal wine glass in his hand, and said straight to the point: "Tell me about your plan."

"I want to take my people across the Davik Fortress and retreat to the north." Thorge's voice was very low. Whether it is successful, or even whether the earl of this human race will agree to help, he is not sure at all.

Luo Lin was silent, shaking the wine glass gently, in the pure green wine water, there appeared columns of bubbles in the shape of a tornado.

Thorge didn't say anything, he waited patiently for Luo Lin's reply. The room was quiet, without any sound at all. Just when Thorge thought that Luo Lin was going to refuse, the other party finally spoke.

"So, how do your people break through the blockade of the undead army?" Luo Lin asked. The orcs retreated to the north, of course, to fight against the undead. The difficulty is so great that it is unimaginable.

Especially as far as he knows, the current orc army is no longer purely an orc army, and there are all kinds of human women and babies in it. Fighting all the way up the road, how many orcs are left?

Thorge immediately felt a lot more relaxed. When the other party asked this question, he should have initially agreed with his idea. He continued: "I have a plan. If you can accept it, we can go north safely."

"Tell me?" Luo Lin asked.

"If the Davik Fortress can send troops, then the attention of the undead will be attracted. During this time, we will go north at the highest speed. As long as we get to the north and get a piece of land, our family is willing to send 30,000 soldiers to fight against the southern undead."

This plan sounds very good, but there are a lot of variables in it. Luo Lin listened quietly, tapped his fingers on the table, and then said the biggest difficulty: "My family doesn't trust you, we are even enemies. Let It is unrealistic for our soldiers to fight for the enemy, even to go out of the fortress. It is even more childish to provide the enemy with a land to recuperate and let them grow behind. And the 30,000 soldiers you promised, we How can I trust you, how can I believe that you will not fight back at the critical moment of the war? You know, you once served a dark demon god!"

Trust is the biggest problem between the two races. To solve this problem, it is not something that can be done in a moment, nor is it something that anyone can do. Even if the Red Moon Sword Master is alive, it will be useless.

Sorge was a little angry when he heard it: "You know very well that we and Urossis are just a deal! Only a fool would stand with that group of skeletons and scum!"

"Yes, I'm very clear." Luo Lin took a sip of the wine and said in a neutral manner: "But I'm the only one who knows, it's useless."

He knew that in this extraordinary period, orcs were available, and 30,000 orc warriors were also a huge force, but other lords didn't see it that way. The Battle of Vendome was less than two years ago.

Thorge calmed down and said his original intention: "This is why I came to you, and I hope to get your help."

"My influence is not as great as you think." Luo Lin shook his head. He was named an earl with martial arts. He is not a veteran noble of the Principality, and has no family background. Although he looks glamorous on the surface, his influence on other lords is very limited.

He also knows that those nobles who have owned families for hundreds of years secretly call him an upstart, and obviously respect him, but this is just a means of self-protection. After returning to their own territory, they don't care about Earl Maple Leaf .

Perhaps after he became a legendary powerhouse, and then passed through the past few decades and established enough prestige, his influence would be barely sufficient.

But at this time, if he proposed to help the orcs go north, most of the nobles would object, and even laugh at him in public. The Grand Duke looks at the overall situation, and may be able to see the power of the orcs, but he must care about the views of all the lords. Compared with the power provided by the orcs, these lords are obviously more important.

Therefore, the Grand Duke will eventually compromise with the lords.

This kind of thing is not difficult to guess, it is easy to imagine, not only him, but the Beastman King probably also understands very well that the reason why he came to him was that he was in a hurry to go to the doctor.

"You have to understand that if our clan is defeated by the undead, the undead will have more than 40,000 fighters, which will be even more detrimental to you!" By this time, Thorge's tone was almost pleading. His majestic orc king, in the past In front of the opponent, he almost completely abandoned his dignity.

Luo Lin's expression remained calm: "It's for this reason that I'm still talking to you. Be patient, Beast King, I didn't say I won't help, but my strength is limited, so I'm afraid I won't be able to meet your expectations. "

Thorge suddenly had hope in his heart: "What are you going to do?"

"I will secretly send a group of boats to go south, round the southernmost cape of the South China Sea, and pick up your people to go north. There is a sapphire archipelago near the northern Fakes Island. There are more than a dozen islands, and each island has a radius of ten A few kilometers, if you want, I can transport you there." Luo Lin put down his wine glass, dipped his finger in the wine, and drew a route map on the table: "Three round trips, it will take three months. I can You provide food and some basic medicines. You can solve the rest by yourself. There are timber on the island and fish in the sea. Of course, you also have some troubles. These islands are currently occupied by a tribe of murlocs, the number of which is about 5,000. You have to figure it out yourself."

Sorge looked at the sapphire islands outlined with dots of wine on the table, and fell into deep thought.

The orc tribe has fallen into desperation. Luo Lin now provides a way out, but it is not very good, especially on this deserted island, it is equivalent to being imprisoned, and the murlocs have to be wiped out, waiting for the murlocs to be killed. Now, the island will be safe, who knows if the other party will turn his face and deny him?

At that time, let alone the opponent's powerful navy, more than half of them will starve to death just by cutting off food, and the rest will barely survive. Once the opponent's soldiers land on the island, they can easily kill them all.

This is equivalent to completely handing over the initiative to the human race, which is very, very dangerous, and the orcs will be wiped out if they are not careful.

Rowling saw Thorger's doubts, flicked his nails, and smiled lightly: "Look, we don't trust you, and you don't trust me either. But I want to tell you, there is no free lunch in the world, and no one has to do it for you. Your orc clan is in charge. This is the only way out for me, whether you go or not is your own business."

Maybe it was awakened by Rowling's words, or maybe there was really no way out. In the end, Thorge chose to compromise: "I agree."

"Very sensible." Luo Lin smiled.

"Last question." Thorge said.

"you say."

"When will we leave that goddamn desert island?"

"When the vast majority of our human race is desperate for reinforcements." Luo Lin laughed.

"By then?" Thorge looked at Luo Lin, seeing his deep eyes and a heavy face, he was startled: "Do you think the Davik Fortress will be breached?"

Luo Lin nodded and admitted: "The fortress cannot be defended. Failure will destroy self-confidence and the arrogance generated by self-confidence. At that time, many people will die and a lot of blood will be shed, but this is inevitable. There is nothing I can do."

"I understand. My last request, the fleet going south, I hope you can personally supervise the army!"

"It's natural. If you don't say it, I will do it."

Because of the Battle of Vendome, the navy of Fex Island hated the orcs extremely. If Rollin didn't personally suppress them, the hatred would explode, and some horrible things would very likely happen.

Then, all his plans would be wiped out by hatred, so he had to go in person.

The two sides agreed on some more details, and Sorge left.

Before leaving, Thorge took a deep look at Luo Lin. In this human warrior, he saw the burning ambition.

A deep fear rose in his heart.