How Level Zero Devil Destroys Player Experience

Near the Endless Mountains in the center of the continent, south of Levis, is the main camp of the Orcs composed of many tribes. Countless powerful Orc armies patrol this place, and almost no one can set foot here.

At this moment, three uninvited guests suddenly arrived.

"Sister Nigel, please be more serious. This is not a parent-child place."

Looking at the beautiful lady playing with Ahri, I couldn't help but feel helpless.

Ever since I found out about her transformed form, it seemed a bit awkward to call her by the original name, so I changed my address to sister from old friend. If I wasn't worried about getting beaten, calling her auntie might also be an option, although I don't think Nigel would care so much with his temper.

"My dear friend, are you doubting my strength? These ants are not worth my attention."

Nigel held Ahri in his arms, and glanced at the tense and alert Orc soldiers around him with the corner of his almond-shaped eyes, with a relaxed smile on his lips.

"But the reason I brought you here, Sister Nigel, is not to be watched here."

I sighed. My current character used magic to disguise himself as a fox from the Orc Empire. The fox ears on his head and the fox tail behind him made him look like he was from the same tribe as Nazel and Ahri.

Although the orcs' "diplomatic relations" are a mess, they still feel blood-related to their "brothers" from the Orc Empire, and at least they can still communicate.

Even though he could stand here safely now, it was mainly because of Nigel's powerful aura. However, if he were to step into this camp as a human, these orcs would probably attack without hesitation even with Nigel there.

There was some movement coming from the front.

I looked at the advanced fox orc who had separated from the crowd in the distance, and without waiting for him to ask me anything, I spoke the barely fluent barbarian language I had learned from Hill.

"I have come to discuss an important matter with your leader. I will not stay long, if you are willing to convey it for me."

The fox orc looked at me, then looked at Nigel with deep fear in his eyes. He nodded and walked away.

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Sorry, I forgot to update yesterday - -

Chapter 76: Rainnor

The Orc tribe has a division of labor based on different races.

Races like the tiger, leopard, and wolf, which are inherently ferocious, serve as the main force in most battles, while the fox and sheep tribes act as shamans and barbarian doctors within the tribe, and others like the dog, cattle, and pig tribes are responsible for logistics.

This is very similar to the racial characteristics of the Orc Empire. When players choose a race, different races will have specific influences on the selected profession. Take the thief as an example. If it is a leopard, it will gain extra agility, which is suitable for the direction of combat thieves. If it is a cat, it will gain stealth bonus, which is suitable for assassination routes.

Therefore, in addition to the distinction between inferior and superior in the Orc tribe, the status of different races is also different. It is easy to guess that the fox tribe, which has high intelligence and often serves as a shaman, is the second in command in the tribe, if not the first.

And the facts have more or less verified my guess.

The fox orc obviously had a high status in the tribe and had the right to meet with the emperor. He quickly returned and brought back the news I wanted.

"The king has agreed to your request, but whether you can seize this opportunity depends on you."

The other players were talking in a complicated and cumbersome language, but I could only understand the general idea of ​​it. "Opportunity?"

The fox did not answer, but turned around and walked in front to lead the way. The orcs around him also consciously parted ways to leave a wide passage.

I hurried after him, with Nigel following closely behind.

So, under the gaze of most of the orcs in the tribe, we were led all the way to a majestic tent. The orcs stopped in front of the tent and said, "Your Majesty, I have brought them here."

"Let them in."

A deep voice came from the tent, and at the same time the orc guards guarding the entrance of the tent moved to the sides. If someone tried to force their way in without instructions, these guards, who were each at level 160 and were leaders, would be able to kill the invaders easily.

Although this does not include myself with Nigel by my side, it would be good to have less trouble. Besides, I am not here for the purpose of creating a conflict, at least not for now.

However, the other party didn't seem to think so.

After receiving the signal from the fox half-orc, I, Nigel and Ahri had just stepped into the tent when several tall figures suddenly attacked from both sides, waving sharp golden swords in their hands.

Before I could react, Nigel moved first, holding Ahri to his chest, and swung his long fox tail behind him, which turned into nine white shadows that rushed towards the surroundings.

Bang bang bang.

I heard several sounds of falling and groans, and then I saw five burly lion orcs lying on the ground at the entrance of the tent. Their abdomens were covered in blood, as if they had been severely hit by a sharp blade.

Ordinary weapons were not enough to leave scars on these leader-level Orc Centurions, but compared to Nigel, who already had the strength of a 160th-level lord, they were still too weak. And the several rays of light still had the remaining force after passing through these Orcs, sweeping towards the surroundings again, as if they were ready to destroy the camp in one go.

A fox dressed as a shaman in the tent had a gloomy expression and quickly waved his staff forward. The natural elements instantly transformed into a circular barrier that blocked the clear light.

Qinghui was stopped though.

But the fox shaman on the other hand also had an unpleasant expression on his face. He did not expect that the attack would be so powerful.

clap clap-

Dull applause sounded, and following the source of the sound, I saw a lion-type orc sitting on the main seat of the tent in front of me. He was three meters tall, with pale hair and a majestic look. His every move showed the aura of a king.

And he was exactly the target of his trip.

Angry Beast King Rainnor [Leadership]: Level 160, HP: 6000000/6000000

Reinor clapped his broad palms, not being angry at the injuries to his men. His pupils, which were intimidating without being angry, were filled with a look of approval, which seemed to be mixed with a hint of desire to conquer, as he looked in the direction of Nigel.

"Yes, you have proved to me that you are qualified to stand here."

Although Nigel didn't pay much attention to those naked gazes, the coldness on that beautiful face still revealed her more or less disgust.

Only then did I react, secretly glad that I had brought Nigel with me, and pouted my lips as I looked at Rainnore opposite me.

"Is this how you treat your guests?"

"In my eyes, there are no such things as guests, only the strong and the weak. Moreover, before this, you were invaders. But now that you have proven your qualifications, then tell me why you are here. I am also very curious about what brought this little guest from the Orc Empire here."

Ryanor cast a pair of sharp animal eyes at him and waved his hand casually. The fallen lion orcs quickly struggled to get up, covered their wounds and retreated to the side.

From this action, we can see the majesty of the Orc King in the tribe, and his words revealed that he did not like to beat around the bush, and I just like to get straight to the point.

"Of course, but before that, I want to know, Lord Rennoir, do you know the news that the two empires are organizing an expeditionary force in southern Levis?"

Expedition?

A strange color appeared in Rennor's eyes. He looked at the fox shaman who had taken action earlier and said, "Ur, is this true?"

Ursak discussed quietly with several shamans and orcs from the cat and leopard tribes, then stepped forward and said, "Dear king, according to the information sent back by those tribes, there has not been much movement in Levis recently."

Rennoir cast his suspicious gaze back.

I felt no pressure even though I was stared at by those oppressive eyes. "Because this expeditionary force is made up entirely of adventurers and has the support of Queen Levis. This can prove it."

An orc next to the tent took the publications and newspapers I handed over to Rainnor and several shamans nearby, including Ursak.

The front-page news was about the expeditionary force. Even though these orcs didn't understand the mainland language very well, they could get a general idea from the photos on the front page.

"scale?"

Looking at these publications, Ryanol's face became unusually solemn.

"There are at least a million people from both empires participating."

However, as soon as I finished speaking, Ursak shrieked in disbelief, "Impossible, if that were true, how could our people not notice any movement at all?"

I looked at him and shrugged. "Adventurers are a magical group. It is said that they can communicate and organize with each other in a special space. Of course, it may also be because your intelligence organization is not very good."

Chapter 77 The So-Called Plan

Ursak's face darkened. The other party's words were simply an insult to his ability.

Just when he was about to refute, Rennoir slowly said, "Ur, go prepare the beast spirit ritual and let him tell us the answer we deserve."

"King, this may just be false information."

Ursak's eyes widened. The beast spirit ritual was similar to the prophecy of human sages. Although the effect was not as strong as the latter, in his opinion, the power of the tribe should not be used on such things.

However, looking at Rainnore's unquestionable eyes, Ursak opened his mouth, sighed, and left the tent.

"I'm curious."

Renault's voice drew my attention back.

I turned my gaze away from Ursak's departing figure and looked back at Reinol. "What do you mean?"

"Why did you bring this news to the tribe? As far as I know, the Orc Empire has no intention of making enemies with other empires. Or is this a personal grudge between you and Levis?"

"There may be some misunderstandings. This identity is just for better communication here."

"You are not from the Orc Empire." Ryanno immediately guessed something and squinted his eyes at me. "Interesting, I can't see through your disguise, so what is your true identity?"

"If your Excellency does not mind."

I glanced at the orcs in the tents on both sides.

"Don't worry, even if you are a human, you have already proven that you are qualified to stand here."

"Yeah, but what if I'm from the other side of the world?"

After getting the other party's promise, I smiled and removed the disguise effect on myself.

When the demon's appearance appeared in the tent, the orc leaders on both sides were startled and subconsciously showed their weapons. Even the shamans on both sides of Rainnor were preparing witchcraft.

After all, the other side of the world has a very bad reputation, especially the powerful demons.

Nigel was not willing to be outdone. He hugged Ahri and clenched his free hand slightly. Several fox fires came out from behind him, hovering and spinning around. As the flames spread, they turned into a strange barrier that protected us.

It looks as beautiful and fragile as glass, but the powerful waves emanating from it are so strong that no one dares to underestimate the power contained within.

The atmosphere in the entire tent suddenly became tense.

But soon this solemn and murderous atmosphere was dissipated with a hearty laugh.

"Interesting, very interesting, I didn't expect you to be a demon."

Rainnor clapped his hands, and the commanders and shamans in the tent immediately put away their weapons.

Seeing this, Nigel also eliminated the fox fire.

The atmosphere in the tent became relaxed again. Although my expression remained unchanged, I subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief and spoke.

"To be precise, I am the second daughter of the Sherrill family of the Aubenluo Empire. You can call me An."

An equal dialogue needs to be based on similar identities and statuses, but the title of Demon King involves too many things. In order to avoid trouble, I changed my identity to that of Sherlock's family, that is, Sherlock's sister.

"Welcome, little guest from the other side of the world, or Miss An...? I think that's the right word. The words you demons and humans use are pretty much the same."

"Sir Rainnor, don't you have any worries? In the eyes of the Light Camp, we are vicious invaders."

"Haha, here we only respect the strong, and the law of the jungle is not normal. Moreover, from the perspective of the tribe, we have the same enemies as you." Ryan said with a meaningful smile after a pause, "So what is your real intention? I don't believe you are just here to remind us."

As expected, to become the king of orcs, strength alone is not enough, the necessary thoughts are also essential. After all, as the royal family among orcs, the lion clan, in addition to individual strength, is not inferior to the fox clan in wisdom.

"The Sherrill family is the ruler of Berghead, the hub city in the southern part of the empire, and my sister is the current governor of Berghead. She is very interested in the Kingdom of Levis." I emphasized the interest in my tone, believing that the other party could hear the meaning, "So let me discuss cooperation with you."

Just as I finished speaking, the shaman named Ursak returned to the tent.

After seeing my appearance, he was shocked. Seeing that no one else had any reaction, although he was confused, he still told Rainnor the prophecy of the beast spirit, "Respected King, what she said... is very likely to be true. Under the guidance of the ancestors, I saw an extremely large expeditionary force intending to push Levis's defense line to the south again and invade the heartland of the tribe. If they succeed, our hunting range will be greatly reduced."

"I see."

Reinnoel was silent for a moment and looked at me again. If he was still a little hesitant before, then when Ursak's words proved my "sincerity", it gave me a reason to push this matter forward.

"Tell me about the specific content of your cooperation."

I smiled and told him the plan.

The content is very simple. After the tribe sends troops to resolve the threat of the expeditionary force, Berghead will send an elite army of 200,000 people through the camp teleportation array to cooperate with the tribe to raid the defense line in southern Levis. In terms of spoils of war, Berghead only needs part of the materials, and the rest will be left to the tribe.

It seemed that the tribe had gained a great advantage, but Rennor would not be deceived by appearances. "Since Berghead is willing to send troops, why not join us in stopping the expeditionary force? This will also let us know your sincerity."

"No, we cannot send troops to support you, and we hope that the size of the team sent by the tribe to stop the expeditionary force can be controlled to just enough to deal with them."

"Why? You should know how great the loss will be to my subordinates. I need a suitable reason."

Ryanol's expression was solemn, and his tone was a little oppressive.

"Because I have been lurking beside the current queen of Levis."

I took out a memory crystal ball, and on the screen were some scenes in which I had "secretly" recorded Noah processing documents. Noah's identity could be seen from the conspicuous Levis royal marks around it.

"This pass to Lorfa City in southern Levis is my small reward."

I handed the document in my hand to the orc next to me, and he passed it to Rainor who was sitting on the main seat, while telling him about my subsequent plans.

"This will create the illusion of a tragic triumph for the tribes, so that Levis will be careless. Then you can send troops to cooperate with us, Berghead, to launch a surprise attack on Lorfa City and open up the situation in the south. What do you think?"

Ryannoel looked at the pass in his hand, which had no signs of forgery at all, and was silent for a long time before finally speaking.

"can."