Lu Xi took out the silver pocket watch from his bosom and determined the time. It's been nearly twenty hours since he and Artoria triggered the mechanism to get out of the dungeon and separated from everyone, and four or five hours have passed since they set off from the ruined town, but they're still walking through the winding underground passages.

Walking in an area with unclear sunlight, it was not possible to get up quickly, coupled with the slippery and rugged passage, the physical condition of himself and Artoria was not the best, and with a drag oil bottle with a combat strength of less than 5, the three of them walked and stopped, and they were indeed tired enough after four or five hours.

"Little Dina, how far are we from the town your mother said we were?"

Little Dina is Lu Xi's nickname for the white ghost Little Lori, and it has to be explained that the elf's name has a mellow pronunciation of the elf's elf language, which looks very noble when pronounced, but it always seems a little intimate.

The little girl thought for a moment, and then said, "It's hard for me to say...... I only went once with my mom two years ago. However, at our pace, it should be less than an hour away. ”

Lu Xi looked at Artoria behind her, the girl's physical condition was far from good, her face was bloodless, and her forehead was full of sweat. Originally, her injuries were much more serious than herself, and she had an innate talent of "Life Shen Juan", and the recovery speed of her body and vitality was comparable to that of a high elf, and it was not comparable to that of Artoria, a pure human.

Originally, Lu Xi still wanted to follow the old method and carry his sister on the road, but when there were outsiders, Artoria, who was full of delicateness, suddenly became proud. No matter how the level 10 celebrity fooled her, she just didn't want to, and she had to give up in the end.

"Take a break. Let's have a bite to eat. Lu Xi said.

The so-called dry food is actually the dried sweet potatoes and roasted meat pieces that Lu Xi found from the ruins. And, of course, the raw meat for Akdina. For Lu Xi, who has always been picky and takes not getting tired of eating and not getting tired of being meticulous as the standard of life, this kind of food is simply more unsightly than the field rations called "poop" in the country of human hope, but he is forced to do so. Besides, Artoria, who also likes food, is also eating these things, and she doesn't show the slightest discomfort, as an old man. You can't be more squeamish than your own sister, right?

After eating, several people rested for a while, and Lu Xi simply closed his eyes and meditated for a few minutes, until the last debuff on the top of his head disappeared, and then he opened his eyes. He felt the feeling of abundant magic flowing through his body, and he felt like he was in a different world.

Then again, I can still feel the presence of Angie and Arnold, but I can't communicate with them, let alone pass on the magic. So where does the magic that keeps them on the pitch come from? Lu Xi thought secretly.

Artoria's "serious injury" has also disappeared, but she is still in a "weak" state, and she probably can't do it with a thousand rides, but 1v5 shouldn't be a big problem.

See this scene. Lu Xi's heart fell. It seems that Sehireu's alchemy potion is really good, as an unprofessional nurse. Her talent in this area does have the potential to become a generation of miracle doctors.

In your current state, just be careful. I don't think I'll be caught off guard by an unexpected situation.

Lu Xi held the little girl in one hand and Artoria in the other, who struggled slightly. But in the end, nothing was said - to move on.

Just like all tunnels lead to brighter places, the more the light goes out, the more obvious it is, and when everyone sees the light in front of them, they suddenly feel a sense of relief, but then their hearts are tight, and they all slow down the pace of progress.

Lu Xi and Artoria glanced at each other, and each confirmed from each other's eyes that the sound coming from their ears was definitely not an illusion - it was a series of fierce metal crashes, roars, and screams, which were clearly the sounds of the battlefield.

"Aunt Hurley!" The little girl screamed, as if she was crazy, and was about to rush to the entrance of the cave, but was quickly grabbed by Lu Xi.

"I'm sorry, I need you to be quiet at this time." Lu Xi sighed and immediately put a hypnotic spell on Akdina. The little girl's eyes widened as if she wanted to struggle, but how could she resist the spell of a gold-level magic master at such a young age, and finally she could only fall to the ground with a face full of unwillingness.

Lu Xi put the little girl in the corner of a hidden stone platform in the cave, and put a transfiguration spell on her, so that if she was not a master of magic, she would definitely see Akdina as a part of the stone. He then cast a light spell on himself and Artoria on a concealment technique, and then tiptoed towards the entrance of the cave with a long sword in hand and a guide gun in the other; Artoria also took out the Sword of Victory of the Oath and cautiously followed.

Let's hope it's not too late...... For the first time in his life, Lu Xi began to pray for a group of people he had never met, and he didn't know if it was because of the rare compassion caused by the meaning of the white ghost's miserable existence, or because he was worried about his mission and artifact.

Then, what caught the eyes of the two was indeed a battlefield.

Outside the cavern, there was still a stone platform, and a rudimentary staircase leading down the stone platform, and below it was a larger space than the town of Fangcai, almost a field of stones, dotted with shiny luminous moss and huge milky white mushrooms, like wildflowers blooming in the grassland. If this field were to completely cover the city's buildings, it would be enough to accommodate tens of thousands of people.

However, there are no towns here, only simple villages. The stone enclosure more than three meters high surrounds dozens of low, scattered white ghost buildings, forming a passable fortification.

On the city wall, dozens of sturdy adult male white ghosts held cryolite weapons in their hands, and let out a beast-like roar outside the city with their teeth and claws. If you don't know it for a long time, who can associate this seemingly uncivilized Stone Age barbarian with the elves.

Fighting alongside the White Imps are their most loyal servants and vassals of the millennium. They were about five or six times the number of white ghosts, and they held all sorts of strangely shaped weapons in their hands—zigzag serrated knives. Spears of uneven thickness, GainThese weapons are made with the sharp forelimbs and tentacles of giant pincers. Of course. The Blue People are also commonly equipped with shields and armor made of carapace, and wear helmet masks made of mouthparts. Wearing it on the short rickety blue man, it is also really a little evil.

However, these "evil spirits" are really not enough compared to the enemies they are fighting against.

Their average height is at least a head taller than that of humans, their muscles are strong and tight, their skin is generally green and earthy, their facial features are hideous, and many of them even have beast-like canine teeth from under their thick lips, and their eyes glisten with a fierce and bloodthirsty cold. At first glance, it is not easy. Each of them was clad in sturdy steel armor, covered with fur cloaks, and carried sharp battle axes or decapitating broadswords, and they looked like an elite army armed to the teeth.

This force was about 200 men.

This special race, which seems to be more full of fighting aura than the Nords, is naturally no different from orcs. Artoria, who was beside her, immediately turned red in her eyes when she saw this group of fierce green skins. For the Nords, the white ghost is nothing more than a disease of skin moss, and the relationship is a rival at best, but the orcs are complete enemies.

This group of barbarians living in the Great Eastern Wilderness. Since ancient times, there has been no central royal power and a unified state, and it has always been a tribal unit to do its own thing. However, in the face of a strong foreign enemy, or when it is necessary to send troops to invade. The leaders of the major tribes will elect a great khan, settle in the Golden Horde, and unify the military power of the clan.

The Golden Horde Khan is for life. And not hereditary. In a sense, this can be regarded as a kind of barbarian democracy.

The Golden Horde is the most noble profession of the orcs. Even the supreme leader of religion, the Celestial Spirit Shaman, is in a position below him; But it's a very high-risk profession. Because both the orc and the Nord have the same view - that the leader must be at the forefront. But once at the forefront. Even if you're the toughest fighter, there's no guarantee of safety.

The last Golden Horde of the orcs was beheaded by the overlord Stemson fifty years ago, and the last one was beaten by his future father-in-law, Otto, twenty years ago. For the next twenty years, the orcs have not competed for a new Golden Horde Khan to take revenge, and of course, since Otto the Great succeeded to the throne, the perennial war with the Virginia Empire has been at a disadvantage.

Of course, in the past two hundred years, three Nord emperors have died at the hands of orcs, and two have died of illness on the front lines of the Great Lakes region.

From this point of view, the Nord Emperor and the Orc Golden Horde Khan are called the black and white kings of the kingdoms, and they are definitely the most dangerous of the high.

The Nords had finally conquered the steppes for a short time, and Stemsun the Great was given the title of "Overlord", but with the overlord's inability to do so in front of the Sun King, this incomplete conquest eventually disappeared with the death of the Overlord.

In short, the Nords may not fight when they see the Aucklanders, and maybe there is still a hero who cherishes the hero and drinks two glasses of wine to talk about the romantic friendship of blood and fire on the battlefield back then, but seeing that the orcs will definitely show their knives without saying a word, and they will never give up without giving you life or death.

Then again, how did these orcs come to be?

A demon appeared on Atlas Mountain, and Lu Xi figured it out. After all, with the abyss lord's transformation attainments, turning into a human form, even a gold-level magic master may not be able to see through it, and every high-level demon has the racial ability of the dimensional gate, which can open the dimensional gate and teleport a certain number of demons to the main plane every day. All they had to do was disguise themselves as humans early and go up the mountain early, and with a little more time, they would soon be able to assemble a sizable demon army.

As for the winged people, after all, they can fly, and it is difficult to tell the difference between them and humans once the wings are retracted.

But the orcs...... These grotesque creatures, with their fierce tempers and rough temperaments, made it sound less realistic to ask them to pretend to be human beings and move through the territory of their sworn enemies than to let them play the violin.

Artoria, the Empire's Eastern Defense Line is a virtual reality!

I don't know why, the knight princess seemed to be able to see the above meaning from Lu Xi's pity at herself, and her face was immediately flushed, and her little head couldn't help but bury it again. Seeing the burning fighting spirit after the appearance of the mortal enemy, he couldn't help but extinguish it again.

"Too, what a faux pas! The soldiers on the eastern border of the empire are all good, you can't say that! It's just, only, at best, a few mistakes......"

"I haven't said anything yet." Lu Xi listened to Artoria's voice getting smaller and smaller, and couldn't help but crack his mouth.

It occurred to him that the orcs would enter the mountains from the east side of Lesser Atlas, follow the mountains to the north, and then turn west where the two mountains meet, so that they could naturally avoid the surveillance and border defenses of the Nords. However, in this way, this group of orcs would have to travel thousands of miles in the snowy mountains, which is simply not a miracle in the history of the world's marches, but a miracle. If someone really marched like this, I'm afraid that before they reached a third of the time, the people of the Ten Pavilions would have already gone to the Nine Pavilions.

Of course, if the leader is familiar with the geography of the mountains, the size of the troops under his command is small, and everyone is a strong-willed and physically strong master, then it is possible.

With that said, the following orc team seems to meet the standards just now. (To be continued......)