Durin's Diary

Chapter 190 Follow me and you will have everything

Gander Raniere looked at the green-skinned orcs in the distance.

It had been so long since these guys had landed so close to the fort that the Rangers didn't even have enough troops in the vicinity.

Night is good for these ghosts because they have dark vision, which is why they dare to land in the period before nightfall.

Fortunately, the rangers who followed him were all veterans. Facing the provocation and abuse of the orcs, they just calmly kept their distance - keeping distance was the best way for the rangers to deal with the orcs, because the orcs could not catch up with the rangers on their own two legs, nor could they escape the rangers' pursuit.

Now all they have to do is wait for reinforcements.

"Knight Commander, do you see it? It's on the cliff in the north." An elven ranger reminded Gand.

He turned his head to look at the cliff, and there seemed to be a figure: "Someone, who could it be?"

"It's not very clear, but it's possible that they are the four children we saw before."

"What nonsense... Never mind, as long as they don't come close..." Before Gand could finish his words, they noticed a howl erupting from the back row of orcs.

Then they heard gunshots.

"Sir! It wasn't our gunshot!" the deputy reminded.

"I know what's going on." Gand looked towards the cliff - there was about half a second between the commotion in the back row of orcs and the sound of gunfire.

Before he could understand what was happening, he saw two whirlwinds of water suddenly form under the orcs' feet. The next second, the two whirlwinds merged, engulfing all the green-skinned orcs.

"Retreat quickly! Extend the range and expand the spell!" The battle mage in the team shouted the alarm.

Gander turned his horse and ran: "Let's get out of the way!"

After retreating another hundred yards, everyone looked at the huge whirlpool with lingering fear. It was not until five minutes later that it gradually dissipated.

All the orcs were lying on the beach...or rather, their corpses.

Because Gander controlled his horse and slowly approached the orcs until he was about a hundred yards away, but he didn't see the orcs get up.

"Knight Commander, those children are coming." The elf reminded again.

Gander turned around and saw the psychic old beast of burden, and even more so, the children on it.

He saw the magic light on the old pack animal. They must have used a magic to reduce the weight, otherwise such a huge pack animal would not be able to run so fast on the beach.

"Did you fire the gun?" he asked.

"It was Melinda who did it. She killed the green-skinned orc warlock." The child who looked like a long-legged dragon answered.

"Where are the spells?" The battle mage in the team rode over on horseback.

"We cast it." The remaining three children took the lead.

Gan De took a deep breath - these three children, although young, were quite capable, and he really had misjudged them.

There were already brave rangers riding their horses and attacking the green-skinned orcs on the ground with the spears in their hands. He watched the spear tip pierce into the back of the green-skinned orc. Such an attack would definitely cause the orc to counterattack frantically, but today it was still lying there.

Come to think of it, a greenskin would drown in water for five minutes, right? "Sir, how should we write this battle report?" The deputy rode his horse to Gander's side.

The Ranger battle report was delivered directly to the local Bishop of the Primordial Creator Church. The embarrassment on his deputy's face reflected Gander's current doubts: "If we write it down as it is, will His Excellency believe it?"

The deputy's smile was a bit forced: "I'm afraid he will think we are teasing him."

"Sir, could you please leave me two orc heads? I have an appointment with my elder. If I have the chance this time, I must bring him some orc skulls." At this time, the boy said in a pleading tone.

With an orc skull, this child must be from the Eastern Elves!

For only the steppe elves would use the skulls of their mortal enemies to build an altar.

"No problem, but I also have a request. So many green-skinned orcs have died here. It's a bit difficult for me to write a report on how they died. Can you go with me to meet the Bishop of the Original Creator to testify?" Gander was almost scratching his head at the end - this was the first time in his life that he had made such an excessive request to his child.

But most of the children of the grassland elves are sensible and will definitely not make things difficult for this old man.

"That's fine. It's not too late now. Let's clean up the scene and go back to the fortress now."

The child's answer made Gander feel relieved. He turned around and said, "Xiao, you, Lawnie, and Old Mike go burn the orcs' ship! The rest of you chop off the orcs' heads! Tonight we're going to brag the most outrageous things in the biggest tavern in Everforged Fortress! The drinks are on me!"

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Half an hour later, the knight commander named Gander took Dulin to meet the Bishop of the Original Creator whom he mentioned.

The latter was an elderly human with a big bald head and a line of cursive characters tattooed on his forehead. If Du Lin was not mistaken, it should be "Comfort breeds heresy".

He finished reading the report, looked at the Knight Commander expressionlessly, and finally burst out laughing: "I just discovered today that you have a talent for writing novels, Gander."

"Your Mightiness……"

"I know you're not lying. It's just that this is the first time I've seen you frown like a child who's done something wrong, despite achieving such a glorious, unscathed victory." The old man, who had previously maintained a stern expression, walked over to Gander and helped him up. "Get up, and tell your children that the church will provide their drinks today. They'll also send two barrels of the finest mead."

"Sir, we merely assisted. It was this young gentleman and his friends who were responsible." "I believe the great grandson of the Duke of Elsh wouldn't mind such a small reward." The old man reached out and fondly stroked Du Lin's head. "Your grandfather and I shared the same trenches when he was young. You look a lot like his second wife. You must be the child of his youngest daughter."

Du Lin nodded and said, "I came here today for the work of the Twin Mothers. Everything that happened on the beach is just the responsibility of a Westerner."

"Look at how humble they are! The Church has always believed in the Elsh family, both before and after." The old bishop smiled and sighed to Gander, then looked at Durin. "I'm Angallio Gallagher. I'm relieved that you have such a determination. I will discuss your reward with the Excellencies of the Church of the Twin Mothers. I'm glad you could help Gander today. Here, take this. If you don't have a place to stay tonight, go to the Everburning Nest. It's the best hotel we have here. There are large rooms on the top floor with balconies facing the sea... You deserve it, child."

After he finished speaking, he took out a wallet from his pocket, took out a silver coin from it and handed it over.

Dulin took the silver coin, which had the holy emblem of the Original Creator on it.

After saying this, the old man personally escorted Gander and Dulin out of the church.

After watching the old bishop go back, Knight Commander Gander turned and announced the good news to his rangers. The mead must have been well received among the rangers, as they all seemed very happy in Durin.

"Come and sleep in my manor tonight. Although the room is small..." Melinda invited at this time.

"It's okay. We have a place to sleep today. It's a large room on the top floor of the Everburning Nest. I heard there's a big balcony." Du Lin took out a silver coin and tossed it into Melinda's hand. "Follow me, and you'll have everything you need."

Melinda was stunned for a moment, then nodded with a blushing face.

(End of this chapter)