The identity of the person who came came was very surprising to Rollin.

He immediately closed the door and lowered his voice: "Sorg, you have come to the wrong place, the Fire Lion City is not a tourist resort. ”

Although the other party was wearing a cloak, the way he walked and the vacancy in his left arm all showed his identity, and these details could not escape Luo Lin's eyes at all.

Sorge laughed, "That's right. I'm here for you. ”

Luo Lin frowned, his hand instinctively rested on the hilt of the sword, his mind was thinking quickly, and suddenly it lit up, and he thought of a possibility: "The undead did it to you?" ”

"Talking to smart people is worry-free. You guessed it, a large number of undead have entered the Hengduan Mountains, and they are looking for us everywhere. The Orc King's tone was solemn.

The two sides haven't really fought yet, but the Hengduan Mountains are such a big place, and the undead have flying classes, and the number is endless, and it is only a matter of time before they find a hiding place for the orcs, and it won't be too long.

As the king, the orc king thought about it, and in a period of painful torment, he had to let go of all his hatred and dignity and decided to ask the human race for help.

But who to turn to?

A name came out naturally, Rollin. The human race he knows has this insight and vision, and has this energy to help, and he can trust this only one person.

What was once an opponent may now be the last hope for the orcs.

So Sorg took the risk and infiltrated the City of Fire Lion.

By this time, Rollin had understood the crux of the matter, and he relaxed and walked to the table. Picking up the silver wine jug, he poured half a glass of green ice wine into the crystal glass, and when he shook slightly, there were swirls in the wine that continued to stir.

With a wave of his hand, he threw the wine glass in his hand towards the orc king. Because of the steady dìng effect of the whirlpool, the wine does not slosh.

Sorge took it, looked at the emerald-like liquid in the cup, and his face was complicated: "Your martial arts have improved again." ”

"Indeed." Luo Lin poured himself half a cup, took a sip first, and then smiled: "Don't worry. There is no poison in the wine. ”

Solger was relieved, took a sip, and then praised sincerely: "Yes, it's just a little lighter." ”

Then he tilted his neck and drank the wine dry in one gulp. Then gently place the glass on the side of the flower table.

"There are benefits of lightness, many things, too strong and too much." Luo Lin sat on the chair, shook the crystal wine glass in his hand slightly, and said to the point: "Tell me your plan." ”

"I want to take my men beyond the Davik fortress and withdraw to the north." Sorg's voice was deep, and he knew that this method was easy to say, a matter of mouth. But in reality, it is extremely difficult to really do it, whether it can succeed or not, and even whether the Terran Earl will agree to help. He wasn't sure.

Rollin was silent, gently shaking the wine glass, and in the pure turquoise wine in the glass, columns of bubbles resembling a tornado appeared.

Sorg didn't speak, he waited patiently for this Rollin's reply. The room was silent, not sound at all. Just when Sorg thought Rollin was going to refuse, the other party finally spoke.

"So. How do your people break through the blockade of the army of the undead? Rollin asked, and the orcs retreated to the north. Of course, it is necessary to fight the undead together, which is a big force, and if it can be successful, it is really a good thing, but the difficulty is unimaginable.

Especially as far as he knows, the current orc army is no longer purely an orc army, which also carries all kinds of human women and babies, which is a big drag, and the undead army will definitely be intercepted on the way, this nearly 2,000 kilometers of road, all the way up, how many orcs can be left?

Sorg suddenly felt much more relaxed, the other party asked, it should be a preliminary agreement with his idea, he continued: "I have a plan, if you can accept it, we can go north safely." ”

"Tell me?" Rollin Road.

"If Davik Fortress is able to send troops, then the attention of the undead will be attracted, and we will use this time to go north as fast as possible. As long as we go to the north and get a piece of land, our people are willing to send 30,000 warriors to fight against the undead in the south. ”

This plan sounds very good, but there are very many variables in it, Luo Lin listened quietly, stretched out his finger and tapped lightly on the table, and then said the biggest difficulty: "Our people do not trust you, and we are even enemies. It is unrealistic to have my soldiers fight for the enemy, even out of the fortress. It is even more naïve to provide the enemy with a place to recuperate and recuperate, so that they can build up their power behind their backs. And the 30,000 soldiers you promised, how can we trust you, how can we believe that you will not fight back at the critical moment of the great war? You know, you once worked for a dark god! ”

Trust is the biggest problem of the two clans, and if you want to solve this problem, it is not something that can be done in a moment, nor is it something that anyone can do, even if the Red Moon Sword Saint is alive, it is useless.

Solg listened with some anger: "You know very well that we and Urosis are just a deal!" Only a fool would stand with that bunch of skeletal scum! ”

"Yes, I know that." Luo Lin took a sip of wine and said without being salty or light: "But only I know that this is useless." ”

He knew that in this extraordinary period, orcs were available, and 30,000 orc warriors were also a huge force, but other lords didn't see it that way, and the battle of Vendôme had only passed for less than two years.

Sorge calmed down and said what he was trying to do: "That's why I came to you, I hope to get your help." ”

"I don't have as much influence as you think." Luo Lin shook his head, he was made an earl with martial arts, and he was not an old nobleman of the principality, and he did not have any family background. Although on the surface he appears to be quite glamorous, he has very limited influence over other lords.

He also knew that those nobles who had owned hundreds of years of family secretly called him an upstart, and Akari respected him, but this was just a means of self-preservation, and after returning to their own territory, they didn't care about Count Maple Leaf.

Maybe when he becomes a legendary powerhouse, and then after a few decades and builds up enough prestige, his influence will barely be enough.

And now at this time, he wants to bring up the matter of helping the orcs go north. The vast majority of nobles would oppose him, and even laugh at him in public. The Grand Duke may be able to see the power of the orcs in his eyes, but he must be careful of the opinions of all the lords. Compared to the power provided by the orcs, it is clear that these domains are much more important.

So. The Grand Duke will eventually compromise with the lords as well.

This kind of thing is not difficult to guess, it is easy to imagine, not only him, but it is estimated that the orc king also understands very well in his heart, the reason why he came to him is that he is sick and rushes to the doctor.

"You have to understand. If our people are defeated by the undead, there will be more than 40,000 warriors of the undead, which is even more disadvantageous to you! By this time, Sorg's tone was almost pleading, his dignified orc king. In front of the former adversary, dignity was almost completely abandoned.

Luo Lin's expression was still faint: "Because of this, I'm still talking to you." Be patient, Orc King, I didn't say I wouldn't help, it's just that my power is limited, and I'm afraid I won't be able to meet your expectations. ”

Hope suddenly arose in Sorg's heart: "What are you going to do?" ”

"I will secretly send a group of ships south to bypass the southernmost cape of the South China Sea. The one who picks you up goes north. There is a sapphire archipelago near the northern island of Fix, with more than a dozen islands, each with a radius of more than a dozen kilometers. I can transport you there if you want. Rollin put down the wine glass, dipped his fingers in the wine, and drew a route map on the table: "Three trips back and forth, it will take three months." I can provide you with food, some basic medicine. Other. Settle it out yourselves, there is wood on the island. There are fish in the sea. Of course, you guys also have some troubles. These islands are currently occupied by a tribe of fish-people, numbering about five thousand, and you'll have to figure it out on your own. ”

Salg looked at the sapphire islands outlined on the table with sporadic drinks, and fell into deep thought.

The orcs have fallen into a desperate situation, and Rollin is now providing a way to live, but it is not very good, especially on this desert island, it is equivalent to being imprisoned, and it is necessary to clear the fishmen, and when the fishmen are killed, the island will be safe, who knows if the other party will turn his face and deny people?

At that time, not to mention that the other side has a strong navy, just by cutting off food, they will have to starve to death more than half of them, and the rest will barely survive, and as soon as the other party's soldiers get on the island, they will be able to kill them all.

This is equivalent to completely handing over the initiative to the Terrans, which is very, very dangerous, and the orcs will be wiped out if they are not careful.

Rollin saw Sorge's doubts, flicked his nails, and smiled lightly: "Look, we don't trust you, and you don't trust me." But I tell you that there is no such thing as a free lunch, and no one is responsible for your orcs. This is the way out I give, whether you go or not is your own business. ”

Maybe he was awakened by Rollin's words, or maybe he really had no way out, and in the end, Sorg chose to compromise: "I agreed." ”

"Wise." Rollin laughed.

"One last question." Sorg Road.

"You say."

"When are we going to get out of that damn desert island?"

"When the vast majority of our Terrans are desperate for reinforcements." Rollin laughed.

"Until then?" Sorg looked at Rollin, saw that his eyes were deep, and his face showed a trace of heaviness, and he was shocked: "Do you think the Davik Fortress will be breached?" ”

Rollin nodded and admitted, "The fortress can't be held." Failure breaks down self-confidence and the arrogance that comes from self-confidence, and at that time, a lot of people die and a lot of blood is shed, but it is inevitable. There's nothing I can do about it. ”

"I see. My last request, the fleet heading south, I hope you will personally supervise the troops! ”

"It's nature. If you don't say it, I'll do it too. ”

Because of the Battle of Vendôme, the navy of Fix Island is extremely hostile to the orcs, and if Rollin does not suppress it himself, the hatred will erupt, and it is very likely that something terrible will happen.

Then, all his plans were wiped out by hatred, so he had to go himself.

The two sides agreed on some more details, and Sorg left.

Before leaving, Sorg took a deep look at Rollin, and in this Terran warrior, he saw a burning ambition.

A deep fear rose in his heart. (To be continued)