Arcane splendor begins with the throne

Chapter 202 Orc Mercenary

Rumors are like a cold wave sweeping through the far north wilderness of his far home.

"He is here, and the Ranger troop he led has set out from the Dusk Forest. He is going to take the city of Abrera, intending to burn the city and kill all the humans in it. He wants to avenge all the slaughtered non-human races." ! He wants revenge! Revenge! And we have to resist him..."

One of the commanders of the plundering mercenary group, the half-orc Murrayh thought gloomyly: half-orcs and orcs are also non-human races. When the human army of Niluskan crushed the orc tribes, no one showed mercy past them, never...

The Orc got the news from his friend Welby the Gray Goblin, who got it from Tomray the Wildcat, who in turn heard it from Tomray the Wildcat 'Dead Rat' Jem heard it.

The Rat Man's younger brother is the personal attendant of their mercenary leader. This Rat Man who used to live in the sewer of Longshou Port has a good massage skill, which is appreciated by the head of the mercenary team.

"When the little brother of the dead mouse was massaging the group leader in the tent, he heard what Huahu himself said."

'Grey Goblin' Welby rolled his 'goblin' eyes at him, "If you don't believe me, just wait until sunset and see if we'll set off."

Although Welby's words are not trustworthy, at least the departure is true, thought Murray the Orc.

At dusk, the head of the violent mercenary group sent orders through the commander and captain to pack up and tell the entire mercenary group to set off at dawn tomorrow.

They had originally left the city of Abrera, but now they were suddenly turning back.

When the afterglow of the setting sun sank into the horizon, all the mercenaries of the Raider Mercenary Group arrived at their destination and set up camp outside the city of Abrera.

The bonfire in the night, shining in the sheltered valley outside the city, is like a falling star.

The bonfire is brighter than the stars, but it doesn't flicker, it only expands and stretches, degenerates and gloomy, like a distant firework, faint and dim, very similar... The half-orc Murray looked up at the sky and muttered to himself.

"Damn it! These bastards from Tasha Country won't let us enter the city." 'Wild Cat' Tang Rui interrupted his contemplation with a curse.

This is a pure-blooded orc. Although he has inherited the violent characteristics of the orc bloodline, he has not inherited the strong limbs and strength.

Fortunately, the gods were merciful, allowing his short stature to have the flexibility of a wild cat.

The most unbelievable thing is that he actually awakened the violent ability of the orcs, which symbolizes power and glory.

It was this ability that made him look like a grinning and extremely ferocious wild cat when he was fighting.

"They're afraid that a no-brainer like you will fuck their woman."

'Grey Goblin' Welby, a thin, goblin-like human, rubbed his messy mouse-gray hair, speculated.

It's because I'm afraid that when you go crazy, you won't distinguish between the enemy and the enemy. Murray looked at this little orc, and thought of the answer he thought was the most correct.

Of course, even if he didn't have the power to lose his mind, no human would be willing to fight orcs and half-orcs.

After all... It's too much to say, and he doesn't want to say more.

"We are stationed outside the city of Abrera, and we may receive material assistance from them, and it is even possible to get some energetic war horses and weapons and equipment produced by the dwarves." 'Grey Goblin' Welby went on to analyze:

"Then the vampire duke will rush over to let the elf rangers practice archery. We are like moving arrow targets, don't you think so, little lizard? If you are given equipment, I suggest you keep your eyes open. , it’s best to grab a few pieces of armor from the Fire Forged Chamber of Commerce, because we’ll come in handy soon.”

I'd rather never come in handy, the half-orc Murrech known as the 'little lizard' wrinkled his sloping forehead, and there was a gloomy look on his broad gray face.

In the northernmost wilderness of the mainland, he is the youngest chief of the Snow Deer tribe. In the Kingdom of Niluskan, he is a homeless chief, a captured slave, and atonement in the Kingdom of Kanas. Hong Kong, the orc gladiator of the Arena of Blood.

And in Longshou Port of the Kingdom of Tegrila, he was a commander of the Raiding Mercenary Group, and was nicknamed "Little Lizard" by the mercenaries.

The mercenaries of the Raiding Mercenary Group, and even the entire Longshou Port, are used to calling each other nicknames. These nicknames are all kinds of strange, and they change with their whim.

They called him 'Little Lizard' because whenever there was a fight, he was able to keep his cool. This is extremely rare in the tribe of orcs and half-orcs who worship strength and glory, and he is even called a coward. call.

But Murray is not ashamed, but proud.

He believes that it is his other part of human blood that gives him the ability to think calmly and judge situations.

In the same way, it also made him lose the bravery and toughness of fighting violently like a barbarian.

Even so, he didn't complain about it at all.

Because he relied on the calm judgment of human blood to defeat an orc candidate who had activated the berserk ability but lost his mind, and became the great chief of the Snow Deer tribe.

He even won the appreciation of the greatest prophet of the orc royal family by virtue of his extraordinary wisdom, and guided him into a spirit dream.

Unfortunately, 20 years ago, he only served as the chief for a month, and the entire tribe was wiped out by Niluskan's army.

Even the royal blood and shamanic inheritance of the orcs have all been destroyed by Niluskan's army.

"In the wilderness, fire is the source of life and the means of death."

A Ratman with roguish eyebrows and a few ragged beards emerged from the darkness and announced loudly:

"The commander has an order: from now on, all the teams stationed at the outermost perimeter must not raise open flames. If they are hungry, they will eat raw and cold corned beef, hard bread and harder cheese. When sleeping, they can huddle under cloaks and Lying down with clothes under their furs to keep each other warm."

Vicious curses came one after another from the extinguished campfires.

The head of the group was frightened by the elves, and Murray saw the crux of the problem.

He had to be afraid that of the more than 300 mercenaries he sent to Greenwood Town, almost none of them came back alive, and even the ogre deputy captain died there.

On the night of the Abrera massacre, the commander himself nearly died.

Murrayh thought of the satyr poet who was executed.

It is said that the poet sang a sad ballad, and more than half of all the mercenaries present committed suicide.

In this regard, he could only secretly rejoice that the leader pushed him out, so that most of his subordinates stayed in the camp and did not participate in the fight, allowing him to preserve his strength.

Although he didn't grab wealth in the city, he at least saved his life.

"Murley, the leader asked you to go there." The Ratman's shrill voice interrupted his contemplation.

Before Murrayh could answer, the Ratman disappeared into the darkness.

Obviously, as the communicator of the commander's order, he needs to convey the commander's words to all the mercenary squads stationed at the outermost perimeter for vigilance.

It is indeed a good way to let the vigilant mercenaries extinguish the open flames to hide their tracks.

Murray still vividly remembers what happened in Greenwood Town.

The guard post they placed was careless, and the new Duke of Longshou Port, a wizard with unfathomable strength, used magic to kill them all quietly.

If not, he would not have easily killed the ogre deputy head.

Wizard, in their orc tribe, only the power of shaman can compete with them. Murrech stood up from the extinguished bonfire and sighed regretfully.

The captain's camp was nearest to Abreira's walls, surrounded by all the sentries scattered on the outskirts of the wilderness.

Flying high on the long poles around the camp was the bloody battle flag of the mercenary regiment: a serrated scimitar symbolizing cruelty.

Murrayh saw a group of sentinels in bright armor, holding long spears and crossbows patrolling back and forth under the battle flag, vigilantly monitoring the nearby troubles.

It seemed that the leader was really scared by the elves. The orc, who knew his leader's character, gradually became dignified.

He soon found the captain's tent, for his tent was sewn with silver thread, and there was a ring of spears around it, and a bloody head hung on each spear.

It should have been killed today, and Murray recognized more than half of the head on the spear.

Most of them were mercenaries who were executed for violating team rules, and there was also a captain commanding a regiment of 50 people.

Murrayh stared at the largest head, an orc, with scars criss-crossing his face, his right ear looked like it had been bitten by a dog, and the left was completely gone.

He must have been beaten to death with a hammer before his death, and his skull was cracked.

Murrayh entered the head's tent, but to his surprise, it was empty, with only the head alone.

Only then did he realize that this meeting might not be as simple as he imagined.

In the plundering mercenary group, even the head of the group would not easily reveal his real name.

However, most people in Longshou Port know it well.

Because the members of the Raiding Mercenary Group were basically born in a period full of blood and melee after the orc tribes were invaded by the Niluskan army 20 years ago.

It has a history of 20 years, and for 20 years it has been led by the head of the half-orc with a hippie smile and very cold eyes.

Not only did he inherit the bravery, cruelty and toughness of the orc blood, but his half-human blood also gave him just the right amount of cunning, ambition and self-discipline.

If it wasn't for his cruel behavior, he might have gone further, Murray thought to himself: he had already forgotten the original intention of setting up the mercenary group.

Like him, he was born a slave.

The two left together from Kanas' Port of Atonement, joined at least five mercenary regiments in Longshou Port, and finally formed the Raiding Mercenary Group with four companions.

Of the six founders, including the ogre deputy leader who died not long ago, only the two of them are still alive.

But he was the most useless, timid, and weakest of the six, Murray thought bitterly: he was the most ambitious.

He looked at the half-orc leader of the plundering mercenary group.

The other party was sitting on a chair, shirtless, because the upper body had a large area of ​​scars left by the flames.

The flames not only left a symbol of glory on his body, but also devoured the hair on his head.

Although most of the wounds had scabbed over, he applied moist green ointment.

"Sit wherever you want, my dear Murray."

The leader of the half-orc gasped weakly, and said with lingering fear, "I hate magic, this is simply a curse, I can feel that the flame has left a deep shadow in my heart, fortunately ours will only magnify The deputy head of Fireball is dead, otherwise, every time I see him, I will hide away."

As long as I don't see me hiding away, I'm relieved, Murrayh thought.

He not only heard the meaning in the other party's words, but also saw that he was deliberately pretending to be weak to show him.

Although it sounded like a whining old woman, he still didn't dare to be careless.

There is no doubt that since the ogre deputy captain who was fooled by him died, the other party has been guarding against him to replace him.

"I suggest that you apply more mineral salts, which can make your skin harder." He offered his suggestion.

"You are still the best."

The leader of the half-orcs took out a wine bag and handed it over, "Do you want to drink? The crazy water of the dwarves, believe me, just take a sip, and it can keep you warm all night in the cold night. On the night of the incident, I I stepped on it on purpose, and then sent people to snatch a lot from the dwarf's wine cellar. To be honest, it was really a pleasant night."

"Of course, if there is no flame," he added.

It was a sad night, Murrayh thought.

For the other mercenaries, it was a pleasant night, but for him, it was the closest to hell.

"Hell is empty, the devil is in the world..." He remembered the words of the sheep-headed man who was hanged in the square.

That night, the Tasha people blocked the gate of the city, allowing the tragic scene to be staged in the city by itself.

He saw with his own eyes the corpses of inhuman races clogging up rivers, priests in ragged robes were crucified on stakes in the square, swarms of blowflies glistening with oil densely covered their corpses, and dying people lay in the streets. Wandering blindly, leaving pools of blood along the way...

The most eye-catching thing is the burning flames. There are fires everywhere in the city and in the sea. Even now, he only needs to close his eyes to see the fire rising into the sky. Whenever the north wind blows by, even if he has left Abrera He could still smell the strong smell of smoke.

He could even see the ashes drifting lazily in the breeze like big, dirty snowflakes.

Dirty snowflakes?
This reminded him of the far northern wilderness, the night when the orc royal tribe was overrun by the Niluskan army, a night that haunted him with nightmares for the rest of his life.

The snowflakes that fell that night were also dirty.

"Thank you, but no, I never drink." Murrech waved him off in a disinterested manner.

The deceased great prophet of the orc royal family took him into the spirit world, so he has always insisted on his shamanism.

Although it didn't work at all, he persisted from beginning to end.

"It's no wonder, otherwise they wouldn't call you 'cowardly little lizard'. In our hometown of the extreme northern wilderness, there has never been such a cold-blooded lizard." Absolutely fine wine.

Murray, who is used to it, keeps silent. He has his own persistence and belief, even though he is on the verge of collapse.

"The purpose of asking you here alone is to tell you." The head of the half-orc hiccupped, pretending to be mysterious and said: "Abrera City is just an appetizer, and Longshou Port is the feast."

(End of this chapter)