That's a fake elf

Just when the Vastian team was about to set off, a small figure suddenly rushed out of the crowd and stopped in front of the team.

"Don't leave. Uncle Woden and my father worked so hard to bring back that meat. You can't take it away!" The thin orc grinned and glared at the leader, Kazik.

A cold light flashed in Kazik's eyes, and the barbs on his boots lightly tapped the horse's belly, directly accelerating.

The roar of the war horse as it ran and the cold light of the gun blade in the sunlight almost made the little orc suffer a cardiac arrest.

The little orc, who originally wanted to dodge, looked at the gun blade so close at hand, and suddenly remembered his father's teachings, and rushed forward without dodging, trying to curb the opponent's speed.

"You kid, you're looking for death!" Looking at the little orc who desperately tried to block the charge of the war horse, Kazik sneered. He waved his right hand and the gun blade swept across the opponent's chest.

Blood was like a pillar, and the little half-beast was hit by the war horse and flew away.

"Benny!" The orcs wanted to rush forward to save the little orc, but they were blocked by the heavily armed spearmen with large shields.

"Hey, you're really lucky!" Looking at Benny, who was losing more air than taking in air, Kazik shook off the blood on the gun blade and spat disdainfully.

If Benny had chosen to run away just now, he would have been shot through the back by him instead of being seriously injured as he was now.

However, he was shot by him and trampled by a war horse. Without the treatment of a priest, he would definitely die.

"Sir, why don't you chop off this brat's head and hang it on the city gate?" A heavy cavalry captain picked up the unconscious Benny and asked in a low voice.

"Hang him on the flagpole of the port and let that damn elf of Aylan and these slaves see what happens to the nobles."

Kazik, who originally planned to ignore Benny, suddenly thought of the 'Woden' in Benny's mouth, and a cold light suddenly flashed in his eyes.

After returning to the military camp yesterday, he had already heard that Ailan had taken back an Ogre King slave from the Ice Mist Flower Merchant Guild.

Thinking that Ailan sent people to escort Eric into the Golden Stone Fortress along the way, Kazik still didn't know that Ailan had made a deal with people from the Ice Mist Flower Chamber of Commerce.

When he thought that Alan had messed up his 'business', Khazik felt that no matter what, he must teach Alan a lesson and let him know that Golden Tide Island belonged to the Vastians, and the hybrids of elves and half-orcs could only Step aside.

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In the forest, in order not to arouse suspicion, Li Ang returned to Huangta Village in the middle of the night. Before dawn, he and Thor had already started hunting.

Maybe it was because Li Ang slaughtered the [Fang Wolf] group yesterday. These beasts, which were already quite intelligent, kept walking around the two of them.

So much so that after most of the day, the two of them only hunted one adult porcupine.

"It seems that's all for today." Sol handed the roasted pork leg to Li Ang with a helpless expression on his face.

"Isn't it still early? We can go further inside."

Li Ang took a bite of the barbecue, twitched the corner of his mouth, secretly took out some spices from the system space and sprinkled it on it, barely covering up the strong smell.

"This is not possible. If you go further inside, you will encounter groups of monsters. If you want to kill them, you cannot rely solely on your brute force."

Thor looked at the wooden stick in Li Ang's hand, then at his sharpened axe, and shook his head with a wry smile.

"Didn't Ailan get you some weapons?" Li Ang asked.

"The Vastians have strict control over weapons. All the weapons left behind by the Siren Banshees when they were defeated have been confiscated by them. Even Lord Aylan has no right to use them."

Thor picked up the ax and sighed:

"Most of the weapons currently used in the village were fished out from the sea by children. They are very rusty and not many can be used."

"Have you not considered sending more people to salvage?" Li Ang asked curiously.

"I tried, but the Vastians will send fleets and cavalry to patrol the coast from time to time. Once they see adult orcs, they will kill them directly."

Thor took out the whetstone and hammer and said with a wry smile:

"In order for us to enter the forest for hunting, Lord Aylan can only teach us the techniques of making bows and arrows, maintaining weapons, and train us in archery."

"But I'm stupid. I can't learn archery. I can only learn the skills of maintaining weapons."

Looking at Thor, who transformed into a blacksmith and started repairing weapons, Li Ang was speechless.

Elf archery requires the user to have extremely high skills and agility in order to be able to exert its power, and a good bow is also indispensable.

Even if Fanathil's most elite jungle warriors were given only an ordinary wooden bow, they might not be able to defeat the heavily armed pirates holding fire blunderbuss.

The growth attributes of half-orcs mainly focus on strength and physique, and their adaptability to elven archery is very low. Even if they learn it, their hit rate and lethality are extremely worrying.

The creatures on the outskirts of the forest on Jinchao Island are either wild boars with rough skin and thick flesh, or fast and flexible fangs. Orcs' bows and arrows are difficult to cause damage.

Going deeper, those dragon creatures don't have strong and sharp heavy weapons, and the orcs can't even scratch their skin.

"Help!"

Just when Li Ang was in a daze, a cry for help suddenly erupted in the forest.

"Brother Woden, leave it to me. Just wait here. I can't go into the forest and do nothing." Solan quickly stopped Li Ang who was about to get up, his face slightly red.

After glancing at the wild boar beside the campfire, and then at Thor whose weapon was polished to a shine, Li Ang nodded.

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After a while...

Thor, with a gloomy face, came to the camp with a short, fat halfling with red hair.

As soon as he entered the camp, Thor began to pack his luggage without saying a word.

The halfling looked at Thor with a hesitant expression.

"Little dwarf, has something happened in the village?" Li Ang lowered his head and asked the halfling who was less than his calf height.

"My name is Locke, not Shorty!"

The halfling replied angrily, but when he saw Li Ang's hill-like figure, he immediately calmed down and said solemnly:

"I'm here to report."

"This morning we just salted the fangs you caught yesterday with sea salt, and the Vastians received the news and came over."

"Not only did they steal all the meat and fur, they also wounded Benny and took him away."

"Oh, poor Benny, he was already dead when he was taken away."

When Li Ang heard this, his expression changed and he immediately looked at Thor.

At this time, Thor's face was expressionless, his figure was stooped, and his steps were heavy, as if there was an invisible mountain weighing on his body.

Vaguely, Li Ang seemed to see a lone wolf howling.

"Saul, calm down..." Li Ang stretched out his big hand and stopped in front of Saul, but the other party walked around directly.

"Big man, you better leave this matter alone. Sol has been dependent on Benny since his wife died. Benny is everything to him."

Locke ran to Li Ang and hugged his calf, his eyes becoming a little complicated.

Watching Thor's figure disappear into the forest, Li Ang gritted his teeth, picked up Locke at his feet and followed him, and couldn't help but ask:

"Did you just watch Benny being taken away by the Vastians and didn't stop him?"

"Stop it? How to stop it? The Vastia people are well-equipped and well-trained. How can the old and weak people in the village be the opponents of the Vastia people?"

Locke, who was held in Li Ang's hand, seemed to be riding a roller coaster and shouted in a panic:

"If we stop them, the village will definitely be massacred."

"Where's Ailan? Didn't you look for him?" Li Ang said dumbfounded.

"Of course I went to find you. Lord Ailan asked me to come to you." Locke said after hesitating for a while.