The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"What?"

"I need to investigate what the orcs in Udon are doing, whether they are bluffing or waiting for reinforcements." Talion touched the armor on his wrist. "The task assigned by the captain should have been taken by other scouts, but they are either injured or have not returned."

"Well, ranger." Zelin took a deep breath. "Then let's go, you understand here, you lead the way."

The first thousand six hundred and eighty-eight chapters escape into the shadows

The foot of Uton Mountain.

The camps of the orcs flooded every corner of the plain at the foot of the mountain.

The patrols holding torches are like fire snakes wandering around the camp, spitting out letters. The patrol team walked over the rock, the shadow of the rock was projected on the high cliff behind, and the heavy iron boots creaked on the gravel. Near the Doomsday Volcano, it is difficult to see any vegetation. Crushed rocks, falling volcanic ash and bare rocks are everything in this land. As the patrol walked away, an arm stretched out from behind the rock, followed by the gleaming golden eyes of the demon hunter in the darkness.

Looking at the direction of the disappearance of the patrol, he gestured to the rocks not far away.

After a few seconds, a stooped figure rushed into the back of the rock. Talion stretched out his hand and gestured to Zelin with no problem.

Zelin took a deep breath, bent down, and disappeared behind the rock again.

An hour ago, he and Talion slid down the wall along the rope and sneaked into the orc camp quietly. So far, everything is going well. The camp of the orcs does not have any signs. Unlike humans, the orcs do not need a camp. Lying on the gravelly soil will not make them dissatisfied. The protruding rocks and stone platforms nearby become natural lookouts. Tower, this area is not so much an orc camp, as it is an open space where groups of orcs can sit on the ground and sleep before launching an attack. There were only one or two camps in the entire clearing, but they were not used for living. Zelin saw orcs walking out carrying chopped pieces of meat.

Before sneaking in, the demon hunter carefully observed the rules of the orc patrol. He wanted to find some patterns, but soon he realized it was meaningless. There is no regularity in the orcs' patrols. They are walking around, walking around, running to one after another in wooden barrels filled with black drinks, until they are found by the more powerful orcs, or they are full. The only traces to follow are probably the orc crossbowmen standing guards on high rock platforms, and guards holding shields and spears standing at the intersection or outside the camp.

The orc crossbowmen standing high looked around at the camp below. Suddenly, its drowsy eyes squinted suddenly widened. It saw that on the opposite observation deck, another crossbowman was covering his mouth by the shadow that suddenly appeared behind him. It struggled, but then its body jerked. The ground trembled, and then, the crossbowman's limp body was dragged behind the stone platform by the black shadow. Perhaps the orcs are not very good in other aspects, but in this case, no matter who it is, they can see what it means.

There are assailants!

It was about to open its mouth to issue a warning, but the covered gloves blocked the voice that was about to shout again. Afterwards, its body stiffened, throwing away the crossbow with both hands and scratching the arm covering its mouth in pain. After a few seconds, the stiff body gradually weakened. The demon hunter drew the dagger from the dead orc corpse, wiped it on the enemy's rags, and then returned it to the leather case.

On the opposite observation deck, Talion, who had hidden the corpse, gave Zelin a thumbs up, and Zelin waved to him.

The animal skin cloak tumbled behind Talion, and he disappeared into the shadows again.

Zelin squatted halfway on the edge of the stone platform, looking down at the brightly-lit half-orc camp below. Right below, a small orc was carrying a wooden barrel and walking to the iron cage. There is a wolf-like beast in the cage, but its body is more robust, perhaps the wild beast mentioned earlier by Gulu. The orc stood in front of the iron cage, took out a **** piece of meat from the barrel and threw it into the cage. The wild beast leaped up, caught the meat in midair, and swallowed it with two mouthfuls.

This is a complete army.

Archers, spearmen, cavalry, and ogres. On the edge of the camp, the demon hunters even noticed two war behemoths carrying trebuchets. The rangers of the Black Gate were wary of the orcs assembled by Udun, but Zelin felt that they might still underestimate the enemy. Perhaps after Tarion's investigation returns, the ranger of the Black Gate will figure out other ways to deal with this army.

Two orc guards holding shields stood on both sides of the stone bridge, behind which was a dilapidated fortress. On the fences on both sides of the bridge, only the dusty base is left of the broken carvings. The riverbed under the bridge has long since dried up, and the orcs riding wild beasts are wandering in the riverbed covered with volcanic ash.

The orc guard yawned. The plain in front of the castle was the gathering place of orcs, very close to the fortress, but they could only stay in this broken and leaky fortress with only a rough outline, starving and blowing cold wind. , Listening to the yelling of the comrades from the camp not far away. It was the shouts of the winners in the arena and the cheers of the audience. Where there is a gathering of orcs, there must be an arena, even if it doesn't, the orcs will find one. Fighting and fighting, perhaps only in this way can the morale of the orcs be maintained, and the chief can continue to maintain his prestige by letting the chief slash his enemies in the arena.

Or be knifed by hand.

The guard yawned again, moving his arms stiff in the cold wind. Suddenly, its eyes caught a diamond-shaped cold light in the shadows.

This is the last scene it has seen. The arrow penetrated deeply into its eyes, and the arrow came out from the back of its head. The orc fell without a word, and the sound it made would only be the sound of the fall. At the same time, a figure jumped out of the river bed under the stone bridge and pierced the head of another orc guard with a dagger.

Zelin walked out of the shadows, dragged the orc corpse that was shot down, dragged it down the river bed, and hid it under the bridge. On the other side, Talion had hidden the body under the rock.

"Is this fortress?" Zelin asked in a low voice.

"No, this is the former fort." Talion crouched under the pier, looking at the castle in the twilight. "In the past, Gondor built two castles at the foot of Udon Mountain, separated by a river, not far from the Black Gate. No matter where it is attacked, soldiers from the Black Gate or another castle can go to help until Gondor. Until the soldiers retreat."

"Then this place became a fortress for the orcs to contain Udon." Zelin added.

"Yes, but we no longer have the power to counterattack."

Talion and Zelin waited under the bridge piers. The footsteps on the bridge suddenly stopped, and the hoarse voice of an orc came into their ears.

"Where are the sentries here?! They should stand here and wait until the **** sun comes out tomorrow!"

There was silence on the bridge for a while.

"Go and find them! Throw them into the arena, the war behemoth is hungry!"

The chaotic footsteps sounded again until they disappeared into the distance.

"Do you think the captives are being held in such a place?" Tarion asked in a low voice.

"Obviously it won't be that messy camp." Zelin poked his head out cautiously. There were no other orcs nearby. There were three groups of orcs patrolling not far away, but none of them noticed it. "There is no camp there. If there were humans being held there, we would have seen it. Moreover, it is too close to the Black Gate. Once a battle begins, they may not have time to guard the captives. Even the orcs have to consider the possibility of failure."

"Very good."

"Did you see that sentry?" Zelin pointed to the high tower on the left side of the castle gate in front, an orc who was looking around with his crossbow. Then he moved his fingers to the right: "There is another one, look, it turned around, it went to stare at the aisle on the other side, good opportunity."

"Your left, my right. We'll see you on the top of the tower."

Tarion drew his dagger and slowly retreated into the shadow behind the pier. Zelin continued to squat down, staring at the tower above, while listening to sounds coming from all over. The footsteps of the patrol, the spider crawling on the ground, the sound of fists to the flesh, someone was being beaten, but Zelin was unwilling to sympathize with an orc. The sound of footsteps, more footsteps, conversations, and arguments, mostly sounds that Zelin could not understand. He heard the sound of Talion accidentally hitting a small stone as he climbed the wall. Orcs never repair the castle, the milky white exterior walls are covered with a layer of gray, covered with cracks like spider webs.

They will only occupy, not repair.

But it also reduces the difficulty for them to sneak into the top of the castle.

Until the figure of the orc crossbowman disappeared behind the battlements, Zelin immediately bent over and ran under the city wall in small steps. He keenly searched for any climbing gaps on the wall, and the disgusting smell enveloped the climbing demon hunters with the blowing wind. As he reached out to grab the outer wall of the tower, he poked his eyes up slightly. The orc crossbowman is walking from one side of the guard tower to the other. Zelin immediately retracted, and after the sound of footsteps above stopped, he climbed up again, cautiously and gently, and tiptoed to the back of the orc. He could clearly see the dirty leather jacket on the orc, the quiver tied around his waist, the blood on his clothes, and the earrings studded on his earlobes. When he was less than one meter away from the orc, Zelin stepped forward abruptly and pierced the enemy's head with a dagger while covering his mouth.

The orc died without struggling.

On the other tower, Talion had already settled his enemies. After seeing Zelin kill the sentry, he squatted to the edge of the sentry tower and stretched out his fingers.

Zelin looked in the direction of his fingers, and then a trace of joy flashed in his eyes.

On the right side of the main road of the fort, there is a room surrounded by broken stone walls. Two orc guards stand in front of the room. The fortress has been severely damaged, not only the walls, but also the roofs of the second and third floors have long since disappeared, or turned into rubble on the ground. Standing on a high place, Zelin could overlook the entire fortress. Through the destroyed ceiling, he saw the captured Marvin lying in the ruins of the room, his eyes closed.

The first thousand six hundred and eighty-nine chapters Yorice

Black door.

Virginia stood behind the battlements, leaning on the city wall with both hands, looking into the distance. The fire in the Uton Valley was full of fire. It was not a fire, it was orcs. There were so many orcs that the valley seemed to be lit by the torches they lifted.

The black hair was blown by the wind, and the rangers stood on the wall like a falcon falling on a tree branch, staring at the movements of the orcs. The sounds of commands and reports are like wind, and the leaves falling on the surface of the water fall, and then drift away.

Maybe he sneaked into the orc camp now? Virginia stared at the orc camp in a daze, her fingers curling the ends of the hair hanging on her chest subconsciously. Roll it on your finger, release it, and roll it up again. Is he in trouble? Will be discovered by the orcs? Looking at the sky, she couldn't tell whether she expected to see a red signal pop up under the gloomy night.

If Miss Gnaya is here, she will sneak in with him. She can use a sword. She also knows how to shoot an arrow in the enemy's eyes from twenty to thirty meters away. She knows how to hide herself, Francis. Ka once said privately that Dragonborn was like a thief who didn't know where he came from. She subconsciously compared herself with Gnaiya, what would she do if the Dragonborn were here, but soon, such a comparison became completely irrelevant to the current state in her mind, when she came back to her mind. , Virginia exploded the extra thoughts from her mind.

"Tihel?"

Virginia heard a yell suddenly, which caught her attention because it was a woman's voice. She turned her head. The woman was wearing a light blue dress. She had long dark brown hair, which was tied in a braid and hung on her left chest. She was coming out of the tower, looking around, calling someone's name.

"Tihel, where are you?"

"Do you need help?" Virginia asked tentatively. This is not so easy for her. She seldom does this after finding that she sometimes offers to help other people, not only cannot get a kind response, but may also be ridiculed.

She raised her eyes, a hint of surprise flashed through her brown eyes.

"Madam?" Virginia asked again.