Chapter 183 Orc Chaos

There are still no stars, and there is a desolate smell in the cold winter and rainy night.

The rainstorm has stopped, and the sound of gurgling water is in the ears.

There is no fire in the cave, and it is as dark as ink. In the silent darkness, there is only a slight breathing sound. The sound of wings flapping in the air must be vegetable rice. With a connection beyond common sense, it landed accurately outside the cave.

"Little brother," a slight landing sound, accompanied by a low cry from Jietian.

"Xiaoxin, remove the ice wall. Let Jietian come in." The slightly weak voice of the night penetrated out.

Jietian has a pair of magical eyes, which can see and move at night, which is more convenient than in the daytime.

"Wangle!" The ice wall broke in an instant and turned into ice crumbs.

Jietian's expression was a little nervous. He had observed the physical condition of the night. The good body has a hole in the front and back, which is not a joke. If you were an ordinary person, you would have swallowed your breath long ago.

"Don't worry, my state is still stable." The night seemed to know what the other party was thinking and said with relief.

It is more than ten miles away from the site of last night's attack. Fortunately, thanks to the heavy rain, the traces on the ground have been washed away, otherwise it is not so easy to escape the search of orcs.

He put his left hand on the ground and slowly raised his upper body. The cold sweat on his forehead dripped down: "Don't be stunned, help me up quickly." The night wrapped the small cave with spatial perception and pointed its face at the sky.

"Oh, okay, okay." Jie Tian ran over in a hurry, put his arm on the night, and helped him up.

I tried to take two steps. Except for the abnormal pain in the wound, other functions of the body have not been lost. He has no time to linger and must leave as soon as possible.

Xiaoxin came to help together and put the night on the dragon's back.

The short road is more than ten meters, as long as climbing mountains. This time, even if the injury is cured, it will be easy to recuperate for some time.

"Jietian, the task of recovering the sniper rifle is up to you. If you can steal, you can steal. If you can't, you can steal it. Don't kill the rest of the orcs easily. I'm going to leave Zhao Yibiao to practice. Before parting, the night still did not forget to give an order. It sounds a little talky, but Jietian has been used to it for a long time.

"Where is the injured energy controller?" Jietian also began to think carefully, and the exit hit the key.

When Xiaoxin sat down on the dragon's back, the night hesitated slightly and said, "Let's observe his combat effectiveness. If the injury recovers slowly, leave it to Zhao Yibiao to solve it. However, the think tanks among orcs should be hunted first. This is a big scourge. If it is not eliminated every day, it will not be stable every day. The injury of the night can be said to have been given by him.

"Don't worry, as long as he dares to show it, he will definitely die." Jietian took out the dagger, flipped and played in his hand, with a gloomy face. He was unwilling to take such a big loss and not come back in revenge.

The vegetable rice rose from the ground, carrying two people back to the exit of Xianshan Mountain.

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Flying in the night sky is not just rice.

Seven eagle-headed men gathered together and circled above a manor.

It is far away from the Fairy Mountain. As long as they no longer meet these perverted human beings in the night, they can do whatever they want. Four or fifty orcs came together and ran to the manor.

"Dad, what kind of bird is that?" A little girl stared out of the window of the study, and she was attracted by the sound of her wings fluttering. Although it is invisible, it does not hinder speculation.

"Maybe it's a bat," the middle-aged man looked at the little girl in front of him with a loving face, but immediately frowned. He said to himself, "No, how can there be bat activities in winter? There must be something wrong."

After years of war, everyone in the trial field has been honed to survive. They are more and more sensitive to the prediction of danger, and their response is first-class and fast.

"Puff," he blew out the big oil lamp of Douding, and he picked up the little girl.

"Good girl, don't make a sound." The middle-aged man said seriously, touched the edge of the bed and lifted the bed board. There was a passage under the bed, and the stale smell of mold rushed out, and he couldn't help coughing.

But he still held back, tightened the child in his arms, and carefully climbed in.

The little girl seemed to notice something and cried in a low voice: "Mom, I want mom."

The middle-aged man panicked and sat on the ground. He dared not stop. He hurriedly covered the child's mouth, and there was a trace of helplessness in his tone: "Good boy, don't quarrel. I'll take you to your mother at dawn."

The little girl covered her mouth and struggled for a while, but her strength was too small to break free. The tunnel suddenly calmed down. After a while, the slight footsteps sounded and gradually faded away.

Outside the manor, there was a messy sound of pace.

Screaming, crying, hissing lasted for a quarter of an hour, and then everything fell silent again.

The rising sun rises and the sky clears up.

The sky after the rain is extremely clean. But there is a strong smell of blood in the air.

A middle-aged man staggered back to the manor with his daughter in his arms. He was stunned by the scene in front of him. There is not a intact body in the manor, and there are clean bones scattered everywhere.

Looking at all this, I wanted to cry without tears. Suddenly, I was dozens of years old.

Surviving in troubled times, he had already predicted the coming of this day. But I didn't expect it to come so fast. And it's so bloody and unacceptable. If he hadn't happened to teach his daughter in the study, I'm afraid it would have been the same as others.

There seemed to be some beasts in the manor. Except for the father and daughter, thirty-two people died cleanly. The saddest thing is that he doesn't know who did it or where to go to seek revenge.

After such a change, he dared not stay any longer.

I found a rope, tied my sleeping daughter's back, and went back to the house to clean up some soft and wrapped it. Finally, he took a look at the manor and gritted his teeth and left.

The manor is no longer safe, and the surrounding area must be dangerous.

I once heard that there were mountain thieves in the nearby mountains, and even two days ago, he was robbed of a truck of food. But now, he can only find the mountains and get with them.

"I didn't expect that after the Marquis of Song Yifan, I actually came to the end of a bandit." The middle-aged man looked up to the sky and exhaled, as if to vent the stuffiness in his chest.

Even if the grass falls, you have to find a good stockade.

The mountain thief who sharpens the knife in 18 miles has a good reputation. He has always only robbed passing vendors and does not hurt people's lives. They also have a contract with the lord and will not loot the manor. Although it is helpless, it is better than the evil bandits.

It's just that he didn't expect that the stockade he finally went to was the one who robbed their manor.

Fate is more than this.

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