When Lu Xi, as the "winner" of the duel, began to discuss the World Tree Scepter and the aftermath, the "loser" of the duel, the orc Khan Asog, also led the troops to retreat.

He retreated along the labyrinthine underground passageways carved out by the former drow elves for a thousand years, and only then found an open space in a dungeon where he could camp. However, it seems that this place has been preempted, and more than thirty heavily armed men in black have set up camp here.

However, the two parties seem to have known each other for a long time. Otherwise, judging from the past style of the orcs, as long as the place you like is grabbed, it has never been the norm of behavior of this nation to come first and then come.

"Let's just rest here for the night." Asog said to his side, then stopped paying attention to his busy subordinates, looked at the man in black who walked towards him, and said hello: "Long time no see, Mr. Ceciro." ”

This man in black is also wearing the same leather armor as his subordinates, the only difference is that there is no mask on his face, revealing the public face of an ordinary man in the prime of life, except for looking a little thin and gloomy, he still belongs to the kind of appearance that he can't remember after looking at it dozens of times.

"It's better to see you healthy than anything else! Honorable Khan...... "The man smiled like a gold-medal salesman in one of the famous brands of Neosphia, "but I have bad news here that I have to warn you that my little birds have detected the movements of the Nords down the hill. The Marquis of Heckerwood's forces are gathering and may soon be up the mountain. So, the only time you have to recuperate is today. Otherwise, no matter how late it is, I am afraid that I will not be able to leave. The head of the Dragon's Heart is for the Nords, from the supreme majesty to a small soldier. It's all very valuable. ”

"It takes time for the army to assemble, so I still have time." Asog smiled nonchalantly. He doesn't look like an orc at all: "Of course, as long as a Brotherhood Assassin Master like Mr. Ceciro doesn't take my head to Carmelo to receive the reward." ”

"Honorable Khan, both the Brotherhood and the Subordinate do love money, which can be said to be second only to the love for the Night Mother, but they still adhere to the eternal spirit of contract. As long as the contract with you continues, we will do our best to ensure your safety and, of course, your purse. ”

"Sounds so reassuring!" The other party's not very polite answer drew a hearty laugh from the orc khan. "Speaking of which, you have another contract partner. What happened to our noble celestial nobleman, His Excellency Aldin? ”

"It's a great pity, under the direct attack of the brilliant sword qi, I don't think any living creatures can survive except the gods. However, before that, we have fulfilled all our contractual obligations and the balance has been received, so naturally there is no obligation to protect His Excellency Aldin. Besides, the Brotherhood is, after all, only a businessman, if there is no interest. I will not offend the high disciples of the Firmament Mentor and the future Nord Empress. So, although it is a pity, it is also a matter of no choice. ”

"Hey? Hahaha! Asog seemed to have heard some particularly funny joke. There was a burst of profligate laughter, and it took a moment before he untied a leather bag from his waist and twisted the knob. It has a dense aroma. Out of nowhere, he took out two small silver cups and filled them with wine: "Have a drink with me!" To our future king of the sky. ”

Ceciro's eyebrows furrowed very slightly. He seemed to like such a bad statement, and licked his lips. He took the glass: "Always in the future." ”

The two glasses clenched together under the clenching of the two evil hands, and the liquor spilled slightly.

"Speaking of which, did you just give up on this thing? Don't you think it's a pity? ”

"What's the pity, there is a great abyss lord 'Immortal' plotting, even if it lacks a little bit of me, it won't affect the overall situation."

"But isn't this the best time to show your loyalty to the god of war? The favor of the god of war will definitely contribute a lot to the Khan's hegemony......"

"Oh, Mr. Ceciró, didn't you say you were a businessman? I didn't know that businessmen cared so much about my business. ”

"How can a good businessman not do a good job of public relations? A big man who has a good relationship with us, if his career improves, it will also be of great benefit to us! ”

Khan tilted his head to look at the businessman-like smiling killer, and then glanced at the busy subordinates around him: "These people are the best warriors of the Burning Blade Clan, and the best warriors of the entire alliance. In the Great Wasteland, the way to measure status is very straightforward, which is to see how much strength you have. If they are too damaged, I don't say that they will solve the position of the Great Khan, and even the seat in the Golden Horde will not be guaranteed. In this way, even with the gratitude and favor of the god of war, he is at most just a pawn with a harder fist. In fact, when I found out that the Night Kings had arrived, I was ready to retreat, but I just needed to find a reasonable step. ”

"Ah, I see, so you called Master Bagasha's name at that time, and you actually made her admit defeat, right?"

Although Bagatha is a believer in the god of war, she prefers the human art of war, and naturally knows how to make trade-offs. Besides, from the perspective of your businessmen, when the income and investment are not proportional, it is natural that you cannot continue. Khan blinked. At this time, he no longer looked like an orc, but more like a halfling profiteer: "On the other hand, I have led my family to march thousands of miles along the Atlas Mountains, dying nine times for the resurrection of the god of war, and no one can find fault with it. Compared with other khans who are looking forward and hesitating, even if they reason in front of the Heavenly Spirit Shaman, they can't find fault with me. ”

"Hey, poor God of War! I can't imagine that even the existence of the true god will become a pawn for you to weigh, this kind of courage really amazes me! But, my lord, aren't you afraid that he will wake up and be wrathed? ”

"I'm sure God of War will also be very pragmatic. Because the true God needs faith and followers. Well, when he woke up. But who do you need to rely on the most? It's those pirates in the Tatsu Sea, or those winged people. Or, a warrior nation with a population of 10 million and a million armor? ”

“…… Someone told me that a true political leader would never be a devout person. Khan, you have finally given me the most intuitive understanding of this statement. ”

"A true businessman is not a devout man, Mr. Cecirlo."

"No, no, no, you misunderstood me, respected Khan, I am the most devout believer of the Night Mother. The true Unbelievers are just the clowns of the Faceless One. Ceciro quickly waved his hand, and then said, "Then." I'll get down to business, Khan, and I bring you greetings and letters from Her Royal Highness Princess Caterina of the Auckland Empire. ”

At a time when the undisciplined political leaders and the undisciplined businessmen reached some conspiracy consensus, Lu Xi, who knew nothing about the matter, also reached a certain consensus with the wind.

At present, there are very few female leaders of the White Ghost who know the whereabouts of the World Tree Scepter, and Tempest really doesn't have time to search for the White Ghost Village in the vast dungeon like the Maze of Minotaur, and rescuing the White Ghost Lady named "Hurley" is the best option.

"Before we came, she had fought off a demonic invasion, but Lady Hurley had fallen under the Curse of Pain and the Curse of Corruption and the Curse of Hades......"

"Damn. Who is so ruthless? With so much time to put a curse, wouldn't it be easier to kill her directly? Lu Xi couldn't help but ask.

"Maybe it's because the enemy thinks that by torturing her to the point of dying with all kinds of curses, they can ask them for the information they want through methods like guò mind control or puppet curses? But luckily we arrived. Tempest smiled and said, "But." Although Shamalu has the ability to heal these curses, her magic power is insufficient, and if she really wants to heal, she doesn't know when it will take. That's why I set up a circle in this room. Pass on your magic to her. However, once the circle is formed. I couldn't go too far myself, which led Miss Sehireux to pretend to be me to deter the orcs. ”

“…… Other words. The reason why you want me to come over right away is because you know that there is one more person who can be used as a charger? ”

"I don't know what a charger means, but that's probably it." The wind was shining and staring at Lu Xi with big watery eyes, and his face was full of healing smiles, ordinary people may be crisp as soon as they see that smile.

"Even for me, it's tiring to maintain the circle and the transmission of mana alone. Moreover, the last time Lu Xibi met, it was like two people, and the magic power of Peng Bai and Shen were definitely not below me and Nanoka. With you on board, we might be able to revive Ms. Hurley in an hour at most. ”

"Hey, do I have any other options?" Lu Xi shrugged his shoulders very arrogantly, and then, under the guidance of the wind, he meditated through guò to resonate with the spirit and the magic circle, and began to provide its magic power.

Shamalu was supported by more mana, and the efficiency of running healing magic seemed to be faster. However, before the treatment was completed, Lu Xi found that he had nothing else to do, and he couldn't leave the room, so he began to talk to Blastwind about the time they had been separated.

After Lu Xi and Artoria disappeared, the wind suddenly became angry for some reason, and under the great power of the gods, three of the four succubi were directly bombarded to the slag by the tumbling magic stream, and the sheep-headed demon also attacked the street under the siege of everyone after slashing the impulsive Faos.

The Abyss Lord Shadoldin, who attacked Artoria, was chopped off several of his tentacles by the Wind, and the Immortal was blown off a wing by the Wind. However, in front of the abyss lord, who has no additional experience in scheming and actual combat, even the mighty wind did not leave the other party in the end.

After Belkir used a fireball to collapse the load-bearing wall of the dungeon hall, the wind could only take everyone to transfer, and sat and watched the two abyss lords, a fire demon and a half-crippled succubus, escape, and finally couldn't catch up.

All in all, this quest was a great failure. The enemy ran away, the whereabouts of the two captains were unknown, and when the remaining team members were in a panic, the wind that fell from the sky finally played the role of the backbone. She relayed her intentions to everyone, and used the presence of Angel and Arno to prove the safety of Lu Xi and Artoria, and after successfully pacifying them, she led the improvised team to the main gathering point of the white ghosts. On the one hand, it was to find a place for the seriously injured Faos to stay, and on the other hand, it was natural to inquire about the whereabouts of the World Tree Scepter.

So, when they arrived at the village of the White Ghost's foreword, they were just in time for a siege.

The siege of the city was a demon army composed of more than a hundred low-level demons led by a fire demon and a two-headed snake demon, which should be a partial division sent by Belkill. However, when the Wind Breeze and the others made their debut, the High Demons, who were eager to take advantage of the advantages and avoid the disadvantages, immediately ran away and threw all the cannon fodder subordinates to the Wind Wind. The only pity was that before the Tempest arrived, Hurley, who led the resistance of her clan, had already fallen under the curse of the High Demon.

"How many high-level demons have come up in this mountain?" Lu Xi looked at the sky speechlessly: "It's a demon, an orc, and a winged man, so it's the undead...... The Great Sage of Laxis and the Barbarian King Richard really couldn't sleep. ”

"I don't know. So, in order to stop this qiē, we must do everything we can to wake up Ms. Hurley. There is no guarantee that the enemy has already figured out the location of the scepter from the other white ghosts, and now we are in a race against time. (To be continued......)

PS: Anyway, I think it's been quite sincere lately, don't you give counting votes or something?