The fire was quickly extinguished by the army with snow water, and the continuous long-term high-intensity exercise made the strong orcs begin to be a little overwhelmed. Sim had to postpone his attack, and he opened all the nearby houses, and let all his men start cooking in them, preparing to rest for the day and take the last castle in one fell swoop.

As the army settled in place, the orcs became more and more unscrupulous in their looting. As the number of participants grew, the thieves and rangers stopped their attacks, and they each found a hidden place to hide, ready to wait until after dark. Henry saw that he couldn't drink a potion of invisibility, so he found a cellar and went in. He was ready to get some sleep, and when the spell slot was restored, he would continue to trouble the orcs.

It was getting dark, and the messy camp was even more lively. These guys compare what they have grabbed with each other, and every now and then a brawl breaks out over the uneven distribution of the spoils. Sim sat on a chair in a house and looked at the scene with a smile on his face. His mind was now full of scenes of being blessed by the orc gods after seizing the volcanic rift.

At this moment, someone suddenly shouted in the distance: "Look! There are so many corpses of our own people here! ”

The shout immediately alerted Sim, who dropped his glass and walked towards the place where the sound had come from. Soon I saw the corpses of orcs piled up together, and they all had a fatal wound on their necks, and judging from the smiling expressions on their faces, they must have been killed by someone from behind.

"Bastard! These filthy rats are actually assassinating right under my nose! Search every house now. Be sure to find all of these assassins! Sim yelled at the orc officer beside him.

The orcs who received the order were immediately all organized. They began to gross every corner along the streets of the city. It didn't take long for several hapless thieves and rangers to be captured alive and escorted to Sim's presence.

A human ranger saw the one-eyed chief and scolded, "You filthy beast! I'm going to die a bad death! ”

Sim walked over and pinched his neck with one hand, and the Ranger blushed from being out of breath. With a hideous smile on his face, the orc chief grabbed his hair with the other one, and then suddenly exerted force. I saw a head being pulled off my neck in an instant, and blood gushed out like a fountain, staining the ceiling red.

This cruel act immediately made the surrounding orcs start to get excited. They let out a hoarse roar that frightened the rest of the captives into turning pale. Pleased with his performance, Sim raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet.

He loudly announced to those around him, "I'm sure you've all seen what I do with these dastardly assassins. Does anyone want to try it out for themselves now! Those who do the best will be rewarded in unexpected ways! As he spoke, he glanced at the female elf thief who was shivering.

Many orcs are starting to jump for it, and this game of violence and gore is their favorite, not to mention the unexpected prizes. Soon several tall guys stepped forward, and each of them was given a captive. Sim stepped on the Elven Thief's head with one foot and loudly announced the start of the match.

All the orcs involved in the game began to twist their heads in their own way, and some of them succeeded in one fell swoop, while others only broke the necks of their victims. But the head did not fall. Sim laughed and commented on the men's tactics, then kicked the female elf to the winner.

"This elven woman is yours. Bring back the tent for a good night's play. Of course, you can also share it with friends, and I think the great orc god will be happy to see this. ”

The winning guy laughed and picked up his prize and walked towards a house where no one was around. The female elf could only scream loudly and struggle because her hands and feet were tightly tied. Henry hid in the shadows and watched this qiē, and when he saw the orc enter the house, he quietly blessed a stealth spell and followed.

As soon as he walked into the house, the rude guy threw the female thief on the ground. He quickly stripped off his clothes and pounced on the elf's leather armor. Henry gently pushed the door open and walked in, then slammed it shut. He pulled out a dagger and stabbed it in the back of the head, and the sharp weapon pierced through the head in an instant, and the orc warrior's eyes gradually lost focus and fell to the ground.

As a result of the attack, the effect of Henry's invisibility disappeared in an instant. He drew his dagger and rubbed it twice on the orc, then slipped it back into his boot. The female thief sat on the ground in a daze, and it seemed that what had just happened had stimulated her a lot.

"Miss Elf, I think you'd better find a dress to wear now, although you have a good figure, but you can easily get sick in this weather." Henry carefully watched the movements of the enemy outside the window, and at the same time alerted the thieves who were half-naked and leaking out of the spring.

When the elf heard his words, he immediately blushed, covered the important parts of his body with his hands, turned around and ran upstairs and began to rummage through the wardrobe. After a while, he walked down wearing a dark blue thick cloth dress of an ordinary resident. She bowed to Henry and said in a soft, pleasant voice, "My name is Philohill. Amasstasya. Thank you very much for your rescue, otherwise with the hatred of the orcs for the elves, I would have been humiliated and devastated all night, and I would have been brutally killed before dawn tomorrow. ”

Henry closed the curtain and turned his head to look at the elf named Philosill. She had long black hair and dark blue eyes that shimmered like stars. With delicate facial features and a tall figure of about 1.7 meters, it's no wonder that the orcs didn't choose to kill them directly like other captives. Judging by Philochiel's appearance and surname, she is supposed to be a Moon Elf, as Amasasia means Flower of the Stars in Elven language.

"Miss Philosill, I think you'd better flee to the fortress in the center of the city. The orcs here have gathered a large number of men and have begun to search for you thieves and rangers from house to house. With their numbers, it won't be long before all the houses are turned upside down, and not a single one will be able to run away by then. ”

"Several of my companions have been killed by the cruel orcs just now, and I have to avenge them, otherwise I won't leave here." As he spoke, Philosill's eyes began to redden, and it didn't take long for tears to flow.

Henry lowered his head and thought about it for a moment, he thought he could concentrate his men who were still lurking and launch a surprise attack on the orc search pair. With the advantage of spells, it should be possible to dispose of a few search teams quietly. Thinking of this, he raised his head and asked, "How did you get in touch with the rest of the city?" Can I do it if I ask them to gather in one place? ”

"We use sign language and signs most of the time to deliver messages, and if you're going to gather them, just tie a strip of cloth to the chimney on the roof, and anyone who sees it will come in that direction." Philosill explained the contact details as he cut her skirt short to make it easier to move.

"Go and gather all the people, just let them gather here, it's time to give these arrogant orcs a little color." After saying that, Henry found a chair and sat down to start closing.

The elven thief was quick, and after a few minutes, he cut off a large part of his dress, revealing a pair of white calves. She walked back and forth with graceful steps, and after making sure that it would not affect her movements, she picked up the strips of cloth on the ground, and quietly opened the door and climbed onto the roof while the moonlight was chatting.

The strip of cloth was quickly tied, and it swayed in the cold wind, making it stand out even at night. Within a few hours, several thieves and rangers had arrived at the house from their hiding places. They whispered to Philoshire about several of their slain companions, and couldn't help but let out a sigh.

By midnight, there were twelve thieves and seven rangers. Seeing that the time was ripe, Henry stood up and whispered to everyone, "Now please be quiet, the main purpose of our operation is to reduce the number of orcs. My plan was to set up an ambush in the path of the search team, then launch a surprise attack, try not to make the guys make a noise with the help of spells, and change places as soon as I killed a team. ”

None of them spoke, but a burning anger could be seen in their eyes. The sacrifice of their companions stirred up the fighting spirit of these people, and their minds were now full of thoughts of revenge. Henry nodded in satisfaction at this situation, and soon led them to a street to ambush.

It didn't take long for a group of fifty-odd orcs to come this way. They rudely kicked open the door and began rummaging through any possible hiding places. Henry made a gesture, and the crowd quietly followed and surrounded the house. When the first orc stepped out, a thief rushed up and covered his mouth, dagger swiftly slashing through his throat before dragging the corpse into the shadows.

The orcs in the back also came out one after another, and because of the large number of people, the thieves were quietly waiting for orders. Henry opened a bottle of hypnotic potion, and the wind blew the hypnotic gas through. Soon the men began to feel very sleepy, and many of them began to lie down on the spot and fall asleep, except for a few who were particularly strong and still awake.

The ranger chooses his target and shoots a cold arrow, and the thief quietly follows to mend the knife. Before the orcs could react, they were surrounded by various attacks. After killing all the sleeping creatures, Henry led them to quickly evacuate and began to search for the next target. (To be continued......)