The King of Elden does not die alone!

Kale glanced curiously, then continued to stare at the forest.

Although the camp of the three people was located in a small open space, it was still under the cover of the fallen ruins and several meters away from the forest.

But no one knows where the beast will jump out from.

A beast that can wipe out an entire team of King's soldiers should not be underestimated.

Mia stood behind the two of them, holding the spirit bell in one hand and the urn in the other.

It was as if a muscle memory told her how to use this thing.

Gently shake the bell, and a light and flowing ringing sound will be heard.

As the ringing sounded, it also brought with it a response that came from nowhere.

A grayish-white crystal mist floated out of the urn and gathered around Mia.

As the fog dissipated, the true form of the summoned creature was revealed.

Three white wolves that are more than half a person's height.

Kale's eyes widened: "Is this the thing you lent me before?"

Mia replied, "Yes."

The summoned ashes take the summoner as their master and fight for her or him.

The moment the three spirit wolves appeared, they immediately surrounded the three people and protected them from the outside.

The wolves that had been howling around came out of the shadows. A rough count revealed that there were more than a dozen of them.

A huge white wolf stood behind the wolf pack, staring at Mia and her group with emotionless eyes.

It was a cold and relentless threat.

Is it the leader of the wolf pack?

"No, there's something else..." Wilden said calmly, raising his shield.

Even such a wolf could not have inflicted such a wound on the chest of a soldier of the King's Army.

The white wolf made a low gurgling sound, like the sound of a demon's heart beating, and it stared at the three spirit wolves surrounding the three people.

The white wolf did not understand what a summoning bell was or what a summoned creature was. It tried to threaten the three white spirit wolves the same way it treated its own kind of beasts.

The spirit wolf responded with the same threatening sound.

The wolves approached, the muscles on their faces flexed ferociously, revealing their teeth with a faint yellow hue.

The white wolf howled, and the wolf pack let out sharp roars and pounced on the three people.

Mia swung out a tongue of fire, which landed on the pile of leaves that Kale had piled around them before. The dry leaves burned and spread as fast as gunpowder, and in an instant formed a semicircular barrier blocking the wolves and the three people.

Wolves have been afraid of fire since ancient times.

The wolves' noses were burned by the flames, and they howled like they were rubbing against glass and quickly retreated.

The wolves surrounded the circle of fire and stared at the people inside.

"Kill them?" Mia asked tentatively when she saw that Wilden didn't make any move.

"Wait a little longer..." Wilden said.

Wait for the real mastermind to show up.

The wolves were still testing the fire, and the few dead leaves had already burned out. However, the flames showed no signs of dying down despite Mia's further fueling.

A spirit wolf circled inside the fire wall, then sat down next to Mia, with its hands folded as it looked at the wolves circling behind the fire wall.

Mia noticed that the white wolf king began to become unnaturally anxious.

It moved around restlessly, licking its nose constantly.

If it attacked Gray and the other two just for food, or just for the sake of killing, then it seemed to lack the patience that is required for hunting.

"above!"

Currie noticed it first, a trail of dust and pebbles falling on his hat.

Wilden and Mia looked up suddenly, and saw a dark shadow slamming down from the top of the ruins above.

The two of them quickly retreated to the surroundings, only to hear a loud bang, and the campfire between the three of them was hit by the black shadow.

Sparks flew, firewood in the fire jumped, and ashes rolled in all directions.

A huge black, reflective machete came towards Wilden.

The soldier raised his shield, and the heavy machete, as if it were a slab of stone, smashed hard on the shield of the King's Army. Wood chips flew everywhere, and Wilden was pushed back several steps due to the huge force.

There was a deep gap on the shield, and the wooden boards and spikes were all lifted up. If there were no metal reinforcements on the edges, the shield would probably fall apart under this blow.

And Mia also recognized the culprit of the attack.

That thing - it's hard to call it a human. If Mia had to describe it, she could probably only call it a giant rat man.

It had a hunched back, wore strange armor, and held an exaggerated machete.

Two rows of terrifying teeth, as fine and sharp as fish bones, emerged from the lipless mouth.

There were traces of blood between the teeth.

'The orcs of Fam-Yazra.'

The orcs wielded huge machetes, and a whirlwind almost formed around them.

The machete swept across and the three men retreated quickly.

The orc's body was so emaciated that it looked like a mummy. Even the skin on the joints of his hands and feet had festered. However, he still contained great power. No one would be able to withstand even a slight touch from such an exaggerated weapon.

'Light the fire!'

Mia released her flames, which rushed towards Fam Azra's orcs.

The girl thought that the dull, dry fur on the orc's back would be ignited, but what actually happened surprised her.

The orc just took a step back, then let out a roar and slashed at Mia with his knife.

Mia dodged quickly, and released another fire in disbelief. The flame burned through the orc's fur, leaving only a little fleeting spark at the ends of the hair.

The girl suddenly realized: This guy is not afraid of fire!

The orc understood that Mia's fire could not hurt it. The eyes hidden under the helmet emitted human contempt, and it swung the sword in its hand more violently.

Wilden's shield was hit again, and the crack on it became deeper.

Mia leaned back in fear, watching the black machete scrape across her scalp.

The sword spun around, then swung toward her.

At this moment, a spirit wolf summoned by the summoning bell pounced on the orc from behind.

The spirit wolf leaped onto the orc's back and dug its sharp claws into the fur on the orc's back. The wolf growled, scratched, and tried to bite the orc's neck.

千:'寻:?";小"说!!中'?转"";裙,2!:5!,"?5?:5.":'9".5:".3!!0;0兽人的攻击被打断了，他就像是一个被抓住头发的人一样向后趔趄，他怒不可遏的试图用手去抓背上的灵狼，兽人抓住了灵狼的一条后腿，但灵狼可不会被轻易的扯下来。

It bit the orc's neck tightly and threw it to the ground.

If the half-human-high spirit wolf stood up, there would not be much difference in size between it and the orc. Now, the wolf clung to the orc's body tightly, making the orc stagger like a cow.

The other two spirit wolves also surrounded the orc, and together with the spirit wolf on the orc's back, they formed a three-way encirclement formation.

The two spirit wolves pounced on the orc at the same time, but even though the orc was deeply disturbed, he would not just sit there and wait. He roared and swung forward with a machete in one hand.

Touch~

Mia seemed to hear such a muffled sound.

The sharp and heavy machete hit a spirit wolf but failed to cut it in half.

Instead, he hit the wolf away like playing baseball.

The spirit wolf flew backwards and crashed into the ruins on which the camp was built.

The ashes summoned by the summoning bell are more resilient than when they were alive.

The remaining spirit wolf pounced on the orc head-on, and together with the spirit wolf on the orc's back, it knocked the orc to the ground.

The orc fell down, and two wolves kept biting him, and then the third wolves that returned to the battlefield joined in. The orc struggled, but it was completely useless.

The heavy machete was no match for the wolves that pounced on him. He tried to strangle one with both hands, but then the second one would bite him.

Wilden threw away the broken shield in his hand, raised his spear with both hands, and thrust the spear into the gap between the fight between three wolves and an orc.

The soldier continued to exert force, and the spear pierced directly through the orc's abdomen, and the tip of the spear penetrated deeply into the ground.

The orc roared, the three spirit wolves restraining him so that he could not resist at all. During the fight, his helmet was torn off, revealing a face that was no different from a skeleton.

Some unclear and unknown language came out of the bloody mouth.

Judging from the tone, this is obviously not a nice way to ask for mercy.

Even though he had fallen into such a situation, the orc was still unwilling to give up resistance.

But the outcome of this conflict is already clear.

The orc with a hole in his abdomen would not be able to survive for long even if he was let go.

Well... the premise is that this thing won't keep resurrecting like the Golden Tree People. It has no other way to die except returning to the tree.

The orcs were still howling viciously, and Mia quickly stepped forward with the golden sword in hand.

The sword pierced the orc's lipless mouth.

Then Mia watched as the black eyes lost their life.

She suddenly shuddered.

Because she clearly saw that when the orc looked at her before he died, there was only hatred and anger in his eyes.

It was obviously you who started it first, so why are you so angry and hateful?

The girl had never seen such feelings before. She had always thought that the so-called hatred that seemed to be real was just an exaggerated rhetoric.

But when Mia really looked into those eyes, goosebumps appeared on her back.

What is behind the hatred?

Was that the thing that led the orc to attack the King's Army and then attack them?

But there are no answers to these questions anymore.

The orc died, lost its vitality, and then turned into ashes in front of the three people.

Just like the soldier in the study cave.

"He..." Mia looked at Wilden subconsciously.

Wilden's spear was still stuck in the ground.

He looked at the only remaining suit of armor in front of him and drew his spear without saying a word.

Mia pursed her lips. She still remembered Wilden's reply when Mia described to him the soldier who turned into ashes.

'Return to the Tree'

Will the orcs from Fam Azra also return to the trees?

Mia wanted to ask a question, but she didn't know what Wilden's mood was at the moment.

Until Wilden looked at the empty space and nodded: "He also returned to the tree."

Mia breathed a sigh of relief. She asked, "Are orcs also blessed by the golden tree?"

"Ah."

Wilden pondered and said, "Since the Ancient Dragon War, the orcs who believe in the ancient dragons have become loyal allies of the Golden Tree."

He paused and said, "When the Golden Eldest Son was still alive, there were orcs following him. And I remember that there were also knights in the Royal City who believed in the ancient dragons and were blessed by the ancient dragon's thunder."

Mia said thoughtfully: "So, the golden tree also blesses these orcs?"

Wilden said: "I seem to have forgotten the memory related to it...but it seems that these orcs are also tormented by undeath. Even though they are not human."

Mia nodded and looked at the orc armor at her feet.

I recall the orcs' dry and sparse hair, and the joints where the bones were visible after the skin and flesh fell off.