Chapter 170 Eat Man!
"Hey, old lame."
The fake orc avoided the sentry and was stopped as soon as he entered the basin. The other party is taller than one head, ** the hair outside is oily and shiny.
The night did not dare to speak, and as soon as the voice came out, it was bound to be flawed.
He stood upright for fear that the other party would stare at his face. It was really difficult to impersonate these reflective eyes at night.
A big hairy hand stretched over and took away the wooden stick in the night's hand: "It's well polished. Now it's my Dadalan."
The law of the jungle, this rule works everywhere.
The night does not resist, let it be arrogant.
Fortunately, the other party saw that there was no more oil and water to fish for, so he let him go. The werewolf-headed man named Dadalan put the grabbed stick on his shoulder and hummed out of the camp.
When the figure was far away, the night wiped it on his forehead with a guilty heart. Speed up your pace, try to stay away from the main road, and walk slowly through the grass and bushes.
The more you move forward, the more worried you are.
It's not because of fear, but because of the middle of the camp. There seems to be something amazing, which is very attractive to me.
This is an intuition, which seems to be the sixth sense. There must be one thing in the camp, which is related to the improvement of one's own force. After being worried, I became excited.
He moved his footsteps carefully, avoided the wandering orcs, and sneaked into the middle of the camp.
Although he can't be night vision like Jietian, with the recovered super perception, he can explore more than 100 meters around him. Even a small insect buried under the surface can't escape the dense sensory thin lines.
It's a feeling of mastery, which is great.
Two dog-headed men appeared in front of them, almost catching up with Hawk's. These two are different from wandering orcs, like guards.
He didn't dare to move lightly. He lay low on the ground and crawled carefully.
However, a slight sound still alarmed the guards 100 meters away.
Subconsciously made an injured crawling posture, and the night immediately controlled the bloodwood with super perception, squeezed out some of the blood that had just been sucked, and applied it to the lame.
"Isn't this an old lame man?" The dog-headed guard recognized the injured orc on the ground.
"What a pity!" The other guard is still a little sympathetic.
He explored another super-perception into the earthquake seal. Once the situation changes, it must be killed immediately. Don't hesitate.
The two guards glanced at it a few times, saw that it was not an outsider invasion, and retreated back.
He accidentally glanced at him and let the lame orc climb on the ground with disdain.
In the world of orcs, there is less human feeling. They are much crueler than human beings. Old, weak and injured orcs are the only way to live and die.
He tried to stay away from the guards and make a detour from one side.
The residual blood stains and smelly animal human body are the best camouflage.
For half an hour, he only moved forward more than 200 meters. It's not that I'm not physically fit, but that I'm afraid that the guards will come to investigate. He is just a fake in the skin of an orc and can't stand the test.
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The progress on Jietian's side is not going well. Orcs are different from the human army and do not have the habit of eating uniformly. And I didn't see any grain of grain in the whole camp.
He found more than a hundred imprisoned slaves in a low-lying land.
These should be human beings captured from nearby. I don't know what the orcs are in captivity.
Before long, he found several big pits near the simple cell. The hole was full of human bones, and a chill suddenly rose from the soles of Jietian's feet.
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"Little brother, what should I do?" From the goggles, the night suddenly received an inexplicable instant call from Jietian.
"Don't panic, what's going on?" The night lowered its voice for fear of being found by the patrol guards.
Jie Tian's voice trembled and told the situation of the discovery. In those pits, there are more than two or three hundred bones left.
The hair all over the night was upside down, and my mood suddenly sank.
Orcs actually feed on people. This is no longer a battle of civilization, but a battle of genocide. There is no second way to go.
Unless there is a miracle, I'm afraid that those human beings imprisoned in cages will be slaughtered in these two days.
These damn orcs!
Do you want to save those imprisoned human beings? Can they be saved?
He was in a dilemma.
After a moment of silence, he suddenly asked, "Jietian, is there any way to clean up a passage to the outside world?"
"It's too difficult."
Jietian has no confidence, and the orcs are too vigilant.
It's easy to sneak up one or two, but it's more difficult to quietly clear a channel than to climb to the sky.
"We must create chaos and surround Wei to save Zhao." The night is sure to say.
If it is an ordinary war, he can give up cruelly in order to get greater benefits.
But the orcs feed on human beings, touching the bottom line of his heart.
He couldn't accept it and couldn't watch the same kind being eaten alive.
He also knew that it was absolutely unwise to make his own decision to rescue. The risk is so great that even the hope of success is very slim.
But first of all, he is a person, and secondly he is the head of a force. If you become so cold-blooded, what's the point of winning the world in the future?
"Jietian, listen to my orders! First, sneak into the prison and get in touch with the trapped human beings. Distribute poisons. If you don't succeed in escaping, you should also let the orcs suffer a big loss and let them know that the consequences of cannibals are very serious. After the task is completed, contact me immediately for the next stage of layout.
"Okay, wait for my message." Jietian gritted his teeth and said that he had always been cold-blooded, but the situation at present touched him a lot.
The night closed the call and accelerated to lurk in the middle of the orc camp.
The orc's access to the mainland is the most suitable place to create chaos.
Werewolf-headed and dog-headed people have a good view at night and are not afraid of the cold, so there is no bonfire in the whole camp, and it is dark everywhere.
The moonlight sprinkled silver light, the cold wind roared, and the ruined dead branches swayed constantly, like a group of demons dancing. The whirling wind, accompanied by the creaking sound of the trees, adds a sense of terror.
The closer it is to the center of the camp, the night heart beats more and more violently.
It is a huge pit with a diameter of more than 100 meters and a depth of 40 to 50 meters. In the middle of the hole, there is a black altar.
The altar is composed of six trapezoidal stones, which are carved with countless strange patterns. A round ball with a diameter of three or four meters is formed in the stone, which is extremely strange.
The ball has no support, suspended on the ground, shining with milky white light.
It's really strange. The night is more than 300 meters away from there, and the super-perception can't be reached at all. But he insisted on seeing it clearly and revealing it.
Six stones seem to be surrounded by lightning, and the light arc shines.
The bright white thunder poured in from the outside of the altar to the center and gathered into the ball.
The ball lit and darkened, and an orc fell out.