The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Nine days ago, the despicable villain wanted to challenge the powerful Captain Bogut.

Seven days ago, Ratbag, the orc, was about to meet the challenge of the trainer Ruput.

Four days ago, Chief Ratbagh became Norn's most powerful half-orc!

Today, the Slaughter Ratbagh announced a duel with King Gemlo!

When the orcs stood in front of the gate of the Norn Fortress, chanting Ratbag's name, no one would have thought that the orcs who had been unknown twenty days ago would suddenly become the most competitive war chief in the Norn region.

In Norn, no one knows how the weird guy suddenly went from being an obscure orc to where he is now.

Many war chiefs died in conflicts in the fishing village, and a black door ranger did all this. A month ago, the Black Gate fortress was breached. Many people thought that these annoying guys would disappear. But soon, everyone found that they were wrong. Not only did the rangers not disappear, they began to penetrate the Mordor hinterland, and even Appeared in the Norn Inner Sea and killed the famous Sauron Tower. Of course, the death of the Tower of Sauron not only relieved the Norns, but also the Orcs. No one likes it, and the orcs who are known for their brutality look like the kindest good people in front of him.

In fact, what happened in the fishing village made the orcs in the Norn region very happy.

Suddenly several war chiefs died, and someone died, which meant that a new position was vacated. Every orc captain who thinks he is strong enough is trying his best to win over the soldiers, persuade others to join him with his fists, and fight for the position of chief through duels and engagements. As a result, during this period of time, the Orcs fighting each other can be seen everywhere in the Inner Sea of ​​Noen, the most common of which is probably in an open place. The two captains and the most elite fighters under them, agreed on a good time, and then a fight. , To decide who is the strongest party. Then, the victor can get the remaining soldiers of the loser.

Soon, they learned that Norn had a new orc captain named Ratbag. A half-orc used violence to persuade some orcs to work for it. Then the weaker among the captains began to consider whether to kill the overwhelming half-orc to expand the team. What is the power of a group of orcs who can't beat even a half-orc slave? But more cannon fodder is also very good.

In the beginning, who would care about a thin, short orc slave?

It is estimated that it would be the size of the head of an ogre king when he crawled behind and rolled up.

But now, no orcs dared to express such doubts, or bury them all in their hearts. When Ratbagh appeared, the shouting paused slightly, and then a new climax came. Ratbagh raised his head and stood up straight, with his hands behind him, striding towards the closed gate of Norn Castle. The strong and tall orcs stepped aside in front of it like sea water separated by a reef.

"Ratbagh, Ratbagh, Ratbagh!"

The orcs raised their fists and yelled the names of the strange guys rhythmically.

Standing in front of the castle, the strange guy narrowed his eyes slightly. Compared with the first meeting with the demon hunter, it wears an armor made from the bones of a wild beast, and its thin body fits into the ribs on both sides. There are two skulls inserted in the back of the spine, which once belonged to his two most powerful challengers. At least this can make it appear not so weak and let the challenger consider whether he can be better than them before making a decision.

Ratbag's eyes swept across the castle slightly, and suddenly he noticed that on a roof of the castle, an archer who was guarding around suddenly fell down. A few seconds later, a human figure appeared on it, gestured okay to it, and then disappeared again.

So Ratbagh continued to move forward and strode towards the tower of the castle where the king was.

In front of the high tower gate, two orcs stood on the left and right sides of the gate, and they stared at Ratbagh as they came. The freak didn't walk over directly. It still remembered Zelin saying that if you are not tall enough, don't stand too close to someone taller than you.

"Open the door, idiot!"

Said the queer. "Hurry up, otherwise after I kill Gemlo, I will throw you to feed the wild beasts!"

The orc guard glanced at each other, put his hand on the door panel, and pushed it in. Accompanied by a heavy creak, the door slowly opened, and the ogre inside was sitting on the throne, nearly three meters tall, looking at the incoming challenger coldly. The orcs surrounding the outside were about to rush past, trying to see what would happen inside, but the two guards standing outside followed Ratbagh in advance and walked in, turned around, and the door slammed shut. Up.

This is custom.

The challenge to the king was carried out in secret in the hall, and the winner came out at the end. It is never easy to challenge the king, and not all orcs are good at frontal combat, betrayal, assassination, poisoning, and buying guards. Any method is reasonable in Norn. After all, the only reason for your failure is that you are not strong enough. Orcs don't care about the process, they only want the result.

When the door closed, there was a burst of noise among the orcs. This was originally a whisper, but when everyone was whispering, it became a group of buzzing flies.

"I dare say that in ten minutes, that kid's head will be thrown out." said an ogre.

"It doesn't take ten minutes." The taller orc beside the ogre shook his head. "Three minutes is enough. Starting from picking up the weapon, in three minutes, it will be caught because of fatigue, and then its head will be screwed off."

"I heard that it can beat other people only by its hidden weapon." The third orc added. "Those who have seen the duel say that the chiefs killed by it did not die under the sword, but died in the crossbow arrows that did not know where. It must be hiding a crossbow somewhere, waiting for others to pay attention. When you do."

"Do you think King Gemlo will be recruited?"

"So many people know its tricks, and Gemlo knows too." The ogre laughed loudly. “It’s head will be chopped off before it shoots a crossbow arrow. At that time, we will know what it is hiding on its body.”

Suddenly, the door began to slowly open.

It was like a signal. The orcs who were still talking to each other suddenly quieted down. They all looked at the opening of the door, opening their eyes wide, trying to see who the person came out.

Ratbagh dragged a round ogre head out.

Through the completely opened door, the orc saw more than a dozen dead bodies lying down in the hall behind. Obviously, Gemlow didn't fight the strange guy one-on-one like a duel, but this is not surprising, betrayal and breach of contract are also part of the duel, but if you think that all this is done by the half-orc in front of him.

The air freezes.

The strange coffee threw his head forward, and the ogre head rolled down the steps, and the orcs in the front stepped back, evading like a rolling stone. Gemlo rolled his head a few times, stopped, and looked at the sky with wide eyes, filled with disbelief and fear.

Ratbag raised his hands, his right hand still holding a scimitar stained with blood: "Now!"

The orcs slapped their spirits and looked at Ratbagh with their ugly heads neatly and uniformly.

"I am the King of Noen!"

No one speaks.

"If there is a challenger, just walk in. I'll wait in the hall, but I can tell you that the fate of other people who try to challenge me is the same as Gemlow!"

Still silent.

"In the first hour after noon, I want to see all the war chiefs come to the castle and surrender to me!"

Deathly silence.

Ratbag turned around, walked back to the castle hall, and walked towards his own king table. The door slowly closed behind him, and when the heavy door panels slammed together, the orcs panted one after another.

No one said anything, everyone swallowed their suspicion and ridicule, and they turned and left. One can be a fluke or two, but three or four are definitely strengths.

Soon, a news spread across the land of the Norn Inland Sea.

This castle has a new king called Ratbag-Slayer.

The first thousand seven hundred and twelve chapters of interrupted joy

The freak walked back to the castle hall, now, this is only its place. When the door was closed behind him and the other orcs were shut out, the stranger's stiff face immediately changed into a happy laugh. It trot to the throne, carefully stroking the corners of the throne, as if stroking it. Very precious and fragile treasure.

"Feeling good?"

A voice awakened the strange guy. It turned around, and Zelin was jumping from the chandelier above and falling steadily to the ground.

"Of course, buddy, I knew we would succeed!" The geek wrote joy on his face. "Look at this castle. It is spacious and clean. The storeroom is full of dried meat and grains. I forget it. These can at least allow us to enjoy here for half a year! By tomorrow, I want to appoint a new group of chiefs. Throw a banquet, and..."

"Weirdo, don't forget what we said before."

"Yes, yes, let's go, you help me, I help you, Norn will always be ours." The **** trot to the huge corpse of Gemlow, bent down, and took off the key hanging from his waist. "Treasury key, um, let's go."

Zelin and the weird go to the castle's storeroom. The Norns need food, water, and more herbs. These things are all in the castle.

"Tonight, I will hold a banquet to attract other people's attention." As the freak walked, he explained his thoughts to Zelin. "At that time, the woman will be able to paddle the canoe directly to the dark harbor in the castle. I will order the guards by the harbor to rest for a day. No one will notice her. The Arena of Norn has just been built, and I will let them rest. Go to a duel in the arena and they will be very happy."

The castle is empty. The blankets and hanging paintings from the previous Norn occupations have not been completely removed, but shackles and torch holders have been hung on the walls in many places. The smell of blood permeated the corridor, and the smell gradually faded away from the throne hall. Those corpses were still lying in them, no one cleaned them up, and Zelin didn't hear the movement of other orcs.

"Where are the people in the castle?"

"All ran away, afraid that I would kill them." The strange guy waved his hand. "That's okay, I don't want a bunch of ghost-minded guys when we meet, but we have to do it ourselves to carry the things that woman needs to the dark harbor under the castle."