Gnolls can't practice martial arts

Chapter 49 The Orcs in the Southern Territory

The ogre's heart was pierced. He screamed and tried to plug the wound in his back, but soon he was plunged into darkness.

The other two ogres heard the screams, and one ogre rushed towards this side immediately, while the other ogre hesitated for a moment, as if thinking of something, he turned around and chased after the five departing ogres. Devil.

The ogre rushing towards the direction of the screams just saw the corpses of the same kind when he heard the wind behind him, and then his vest was in severe pain. Smash it down.

But Razor has of course taken the long jump.

Razor looked at the gradually staggering ogre in front of him, and secretly thought that it would be difficult to upgrade after a high level.

Instead of chasing the six ogres who ran away in a panic after hearing the continuous screams, the razor cut off the heads of the two dead ogres, tied them with vines through the jaws, and then found the two ogres that had been hidden before. The head of the human demon was also trapped on the vine with its chin pierced.

Then the razor left. Not long after, the ogre leader arrived here with a large group of ogres. He roared angrily, but the enemy had already fled.

In order to prevent a little blood from the ogre's head from spilling on himself and affecting the stealth effect when he escaped into the shadows, Razor carefully carried the four heads and returned to the small town of Babel in the middle of the night.

The Naga and the militia who were in charge of the night watch almost shouted the word 'enemy attack' until they saw clearly that this jackal was exactly the one who left in the morning.

The four ogre heads were so dazzling, and this jackal was so powerful, neither the Naga nor the human militia dared to say anything. They just let go of the sentry and let Razor enter the town of Babel.

Without thinking about whether it would disturb Slardar, Razor came to the Naga camp with the head of the ogre directly, and said to the Naga who was patrolling at night:

"There is something important to inform Captain Slardar!"

Razor is bullshit, of course, the important thing is to get the legendary dagger Naga's Wrath.

Soon Slardar came out of the camp. He was naturally unhappy when he was woken up, but he felt a little better when he saw the four heads in Razor's hand.

"Very well, you killed four ogres alone. What was the important thing you said?"

"Respected Captain Slardar, after I killed these four ogres, the camp seemed to be showing signs of frenzy. I was worried that they would attack the town of Babel, so I came here to inform you."

Slardar shook his head:

"Don't worry, they dare not, they came last time.

"You hand over the head of the ogre to the human militia, and come to me tomorrow morning, and I will give you a more difficult task."

Razor exhaled, it seems that he has a chance, after completing the task ring, he should be able to get the legendary dagger.

"The Razor shall carry out the will of the Great Brokentooth Kerr, and serve our allies."

. . .

Early the next morning, after resting at the hotel, Razor, who was in good condition, came to the Naga camp.

Slardar is waiting for him:
"Razor, a few days ago, on the southern ocean, a ship secretly broke through the defense line of the Naga Coast Guard and landed on a beach far to the east. They may have come to contact the orc tribe to the east.

"This orc tribe is to the east of the Naga camp, and at the same time, it should also be to the south of the Broken Tooth Dam.

"My task is to let you investigate the orc tribe to see if there is any change, or whether the orc tribe has expansion intentions, and to find out the purpose of the ship. This task is not only the demand of Naga, It is also the need of the gnolls, if you can complete the task, I will give you the legendary dagger of Naga's Resentment."

"The razor will find the answer."

Slardar watched the gnoll go away, turned around and called the Naga guards, he must be prepared, the orc tribe will not be peaceful.

. . . . . .

Just as a large number of Gnoll players were clearing up hostile monsters in the forest on the south bank of the river, Razor moved eastward along the coastal forest.

There should be many monsters in the forest that can be easily killed by Razor, but it is too troublesome to find, so Razor did not stop all the way, and finally found the trace of the orc in the evening.

This is a hunting team of orcs. There are ten orcs in total. Each orc is more than two meters tall, not much taller than the jackals, but they are stronger.

These ten orcs all wore simple chain mail or shoulder armor, eight of them were warriors with axes, and two were archers with longbows and quiveres.

The two-handed ax of the ax-wielding warrior didn't look fancy, but the razor confirmed that it was sharp enough, and the two longbows were definitely far more lethal than the ordinary bows and crossbows of the jackals.

Although the production cycle of the longbow is long, the archer needs to be trained, and archery consumes more energy, but the range, accuracy and lethality are far superior to the bow and crossbow.

The only advantage of the crossbow is that it can be wound before the battle, and it can be easily fired at close range without preparation during the battle, and it can be thrown away after shooting.

If you continue to fire the crossbow, you need to rewind it, and the effective range is limited to 50 meters.

At this time, this small group of orcs was carrying two three-meter-long wild boars that were shot to death by arrows, and the rest of the orcs were holding five or six live young wild boars. It seemed that these small wild boars would be raised.

Razor stalked in the shadows and cast identify on an orc longbowman at the front of the line.

Name: Arus
Race: Orc

Rating: 10
Life: 150/150
Magic: 90/90
Power: 16
Agility: 15
Constitution: 15
Intelligence: 9
Perception: 12
Charisma: 8
Active skill: none

Passive Skill: Precision
The razor's secret path precision should be a passive acquired after the archery accuracy reaches a certain level, and then identified two other orc ax warriors, and found that one was level 8 and the other was level 9.

It seems that ordinary adult orcs should be at level 8, which is 5 levels higher than adult gnolls at level 3, and the level of civilization of these orcs is obviously much higher than that of gnolls.

The fighting power of this team cannot be underestimated.

With some skills, Razor may be able to kill five ogres and twenty gnolls in the wild, but the orc team in front of him may not be able to do so.

This is a small army, organized and well-organized. It will not flee, and will not be easily fooled and scattered. Maybe a sneak attack can kill one or two, but it is difficult to wipe them out without injury.

Razor can only tailgate.

An hour later, the sky was getting dark, and Razor finally saw the orc tribe from a distance.

This is a large camp built of thick logs. The three-meter-high wall is made up of sharpened logs. Most of the shrubs and trees around the wall have been cleared away. There is an open space of three to four meters. There are arrow towers and sentry towers.

Razor remembered the large ogre tribe northeast of Shangdao, very similar defensive measures.

Two bonfires had already been lit at the gate of the camp, and there was no shadow for Razor to hide in. If he entered directly, he might be spotted by a dozen orc soldiers guarding the gate.

Razor could only watch helplessly as the orc hunting team that followed all the way entered the camp.

Backing away a little, Razor ate some dry food, and then began to go around the camp looking for possible loopholes.

It took Razor more than an hour to carefully walk around the huge camp, avoiding two 20-man orc patrols, who were also walking around the camp.

The shape of the camp was irregular, about one kilometer in length and width, but a section of the log wall seemed to be newly built, which was obviously different from the other walls, and it looked like the camp had been expanded.

And it was the few sentry towers here that allowed Razor to find an opportunity, because Razor observed for a while and found that the orc soldiers on duty on these sentry towers didn't seem to be serious.

Identification!
Name: Big mouthful of meat

Race: Orc

Rating: 10
Life: 140/140
Magic: 90/90
Power: 17
Agility: 13
Constitution: 14
Intelligence: 9
Perception: 12
Charisma: 8
Active Skill: Identification

Passive skills: none

Looking at the name, Razor confirmed that this was an orc player.

It seems that there are many orc players in this orc tribe, otherwise the camp would not be expanded, and these players also participated in the defense of the camp.

Seeing that the orc player didn't even turn his head, and was in a daze on the sentry tower, Razor resolutely jumped from the wall that the orc player couldn't see out of the corner of his eyes, put his paws on the top of the wall, and slowly pulled up his body.

When Razor's head was higher than the wall, he took a closer look inside the camp, only to find a lot of simple tents, wooden houses, and many orcs coming and going. It seemed that the dinner was over.

There are some braziers under the wall, but they are far apart, and there are no orcs patrolling here.

Razor confirmed that the player on the sentry tower was still in a daze. He might be watching the forum in the game, or watching other people's live broadcasts, or doing something else. In short, he didn't pay attention to the vigil.

Gently climbed over the wall, fell silently into the camp, and then activated the skill to escape into the shadows.

Razor looked around carefully, but was not found.

Now that he came in, he could investigate carefully. Soon, Razor headed towards the center of the tent area, which seemed to be the core of the players.

Then, Razor saw a small house made of wood and stone. A flag was planted on the top of the house. A white beast seemed to be drawn on the flag. The house had no door, but there were two bored orcs standing guard at the door. , there are two braziers on the left and right, the flames move with the wind, and the light and shadow illuminate the vicinity.

The two orcs looked like players at first glance. After the identification was confirmed, it was found that they were also level 10 orcs and had no special skills.

Razor crouched halfway, and slowly approached the bottom of the brazier, next to the orc player.

At this moment, there was an angry curse in the room:
"Tamad!"

The two orc players on duty turned their heads and glanced into the room at the same time.At this moment, Razor crouched into the room with the help of the shadow of the brazier reflected in the flickering fire, but was not found.

The interior of the room is relatively simple, with a large wooden stake in the middle, a simple oil lamp on it, and some food, and a simple map hanging on the wall.

Two orc players sit by the stakes, and one orc player stands and looks at the map.

"Borg is such an idiot! This mother is going to die, and I won't listen to any persuasion!"

The orc player sitting on the left cursed.

The orc player standing and looking at the map said without looking back:
"No way, how could he believe that Broken Tooth is so strong, not to mention dragon slaying, even those captive ogres, he would only think that ogres are the masters, and gnolls are slaves."

(End of this chapter)