"Wow, Wow......"

In an inconspicuous corner of the pier, an extremely strong hand climbed the embankment.

The wrist of this hand was tied to an equally thick chain, and the other end of the chain disappeared below the surface of the water, as if something was being tied.

Immediately after that, the other hand also climbed the embankment. However, this hand has only four fingers, and the thumb is nowhere to be found.

The sky was full of dark clouds tonight, and the Red Moon Ritana was barely visible. Under the cover of darkness, the owner of the hand carefully propped himself up, poked his head out and looked around. After noticing that it did not attract any attention, roll over and climb onto the embankment.

I saw him hunched over slightly, and his naked upper body was covered with body hair. Several pairs of fangs protrude from the lower jaw, and the whole face appears extremely ugly. In Elune, he belongs to a race known as the Orcs, a barbaric and unpopular race.

The orc crouched and ducked into the shadows, then immediately looked around cautiously.

It's nothing more than a nondescript fishing dock. There were no illuminated windbreakers, no fishermen guarding the fishing boats, let alone patrolling guards.

Once again sure it hadn't attracted any attention, the orc grabbed the chain around his wrist and began to tug hard. He dragged as he watched his surroundings warily. After a while, something tied to the other end of the chain surfaced, a dark sack.

The orc breathed a sigh of relief as he wrapped the chain around his arm, picked up the sack, and felt out of the harbor in the dim nightlight. His steps were staggering, limping, and obviously injured.

This nondescript pier is located on the eastern shore of the Mist Lagoon, across the Mist Lagoon from a deciduous forest. There are several villages around the misty lake. The local villagers mainly make a living from fishing, so every village has a wharf and roads between villages are built along the lake.

The deciduous forest is located on the north shore of Lake Mist and stretches for hundreds of miles. The forest stretches from the Red Leaf Plain in the west to the Jianwan Port in the east, and is extremely rich in products. However, there are also a large number of goblins, gnolls, and even orc clans called "Broken Forehead" and "Red Stone" inhabiting the forest. Neither goblins, nor gnolls, nor orcs are meant to keep to themselves. They attack passers-by and caravans almost day and night, and sometimes even gather to attack villages and towns.

In order to ensure the smooth flow of roads and ensure the safety of the villages, the villages and towns in the Misty Lake area banded together to form a cavalry unit with the support of the local lords, with the local youth as the core. This cavalry unit is stationed in Wuxi Town, so it is also known as the Wuxi Cavalry. Although it was a cavalry formation, most of the members were barely able to ride horses, and their weapons and training were not very adequate. Although it is cavalry, it is at best a group of militia. And the scale is not large, maintaining about 300 people all year round.

The 300-strong Wuxi cavalry can basically ensure daily patrols on the roads and ensure the safety of various villages and towns. Fishing docks and other remote places they simply can't take care of.

The faltering orcs faded away. He didn't pay attention, and from the moment he climbed the embankment, a pair of eyes were firmly fixed on him.

Thulick was half-lying and half-asleep on the pile of barrels. With the cover of a black cloak and a black mask, and the shadow of the tree not far behind him, he blended in perfectly with the darkness. At this moment, he was looking at the orc openly, and there was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

- "Nine-Fingered" Ax.

According to the information on the wanted notice, "Nine-Fingers" is from the Broken Tooth tribe of the Twilight Swamp, and this guy is a robber with thick limbs and powerful muscles. The most recent report was recorded six days ago when he robbed a fishing boat at a fishing ground near the Yellow Silt Flat, killing several people. Coupled with the previous case record, there are already more than ten lives in this guy's hands.

- Bounty: 10 silver coins.

The amount of the bounty made Thulick roll his eyes.

Adult orcs are natural warriors with little to no training, and the challenge level in the game starts at least five. And the lone thief like "Nine Fingers" is undoubtedly an elite template, and it can be regarded as a wild little boss, and the challenge level will not be less than ten. The guy who challenges level 10 is only worth ten silver coins, and the Lakespring Chamber of Commerce is really generous!

A bolt of lightning pierced the silence of the night, followed by a rumbling thunder. Less than a breath took a breath when the rain poured down.

The orc looked up at the sky, and walked quickly without saying a word.

Thulick frowned slightly.

I knew it would rain tonight, but I didn't expect it to be a thunderstorm. And the rain came too quickly, and it rained as soon as it was said, and the raindrops the size of beans poured down, hitting the face with a faint pain. The black cloak is waterproof, but when wet, the camouflage that blends in with the night is ineffective. There are still about twenty meters to the preset ambush area, but it can't wait any longer. Losing the opportunity to sneak attack first, it's hard to say who is the hunter and who is the prey!

Thulick lifted his cloak slightly, and the crossbow he had been holding in his hand poked out from under the cloak. As the orc climbed the embankment, he fastened an arrow with a jagged barb and began to wind it secretly. Orcs have much better physical fitness than humans, with thick skin and thick flesh. However, they have a "good habit" of moving wounds, and arrows with jagged barbs will bring out a large piece of flesh when pulled out, which is believed to be a good correction for orcs.

The orcs, who were walking in the rain one step at a deeper and shallow pace, seemed to sense something, and their steps paused slightly. The next moment, an arrow pierced through the icy rain curtain and finally drove into his right chest from behind.

The orc was stunned for a moment, and then immediately erupted into an earth-shattering roar.

Shot missed! The heart position of the left chest is aimed at, but the right chest is also important. It didn't kill in one hit, but it was also a success!

Thulick rolled over and got up as he snapped an arrow to his crossbow and wound it again.

As soon as the orc turned around, he saw the guy who was plotting against him—it was a human! I saw him grab the tail end of the arrow with his backhand and pull it down fiercely. The barb at the top of the arrow unsurprisingly hooked off a large piece of flesh, and blood gushed like a spring. The sharp pain made his eyes red, and his body shook involuntarily. However, he immediately steadied himself and roared and charged at Thulick.

The arms thicker than an adult's thighs wield iron chains, and even from more than 10 meters apart, you could feel the wind mixed with the rain. Obstacles scattered in their path, and the charging orcs increased their speed to the limit in just a few meters.

"Nine-Fingered" is challenged at eleven levels in the game and is an elite orc warrior template. Even if you don't have a weapon in hand, it's a matter of two punches to deal with Thulick, a "weak chicken" who is currently only three combat career levels. One punch is disabled, and the second punch is directly killed!

In the face of the menacing orcs, Shulick took a few steps back half-sideways, and kicked over the empty barrels and piles of debris beside him as he retreated. A messy pile of debris toppled down the front. Broken wood, ropes, and mixed liquid slammed into the orcs.

The orc covered his face with his arms and continued to charge forward without hesitation.

- Getting closer and closer to this damn human!

- Hammer him!

- Kill him!

The pain from the wound on his right chest made the orc's eyes redden, and the pace of the charge involuntarily intensified.

- Closer.

- A little closer.

- Now is it!

In the last few steps, the orc clenched his fists with both hands, and with a fierce force under his feet, one jumped up and pounced directly on the human in front of him.

But the next moment, only a crisp sound of "click" was heard, and the wooden stack couldn't withstand the force of the orc's jump, and directly broke a hole that was not too big or small. Caught off guard, the orc stepped into the air and fell into the hole in embarrassment, and the piercing roar turned into a wail in an instant. The broken planks and strips of wood turned into devouring traps, tightly clamping the orc's legs. Several sharp wooden thorns pierced his skin, especially the wound on his right chest, which quickly turned red.

The hole was located just before the pile of barrels where Thorik had been hiding. If it's a coincidence, I guess no one will believe it.

"Despicable! Despicable villain! ”

The orcs struggled to crawl, trying to prop themselves up from the hole. But its efforts were in vain, and before he could get up from the stack, a glittering arrow appeared in front of its eyes.

"'Nine-fingered' Nexus?" Thulick finished winding, holding the crossbow in both hands and pointing it at the orc's head.

"Who are you!?" The orc stopped struggling and gasped back.

This close human being is cowardly and cowardly! Not only does he use a crossbow, but he also digs traps!

- Do you dare to come closer?

- Getting any closer will cost you your life!

As if seeing its intentions in the reddened pupils of the orc, this damn human actually took a step back!

"Your Grim Reaper!"

Thulick pulled the trigger. A blood flower blooms in the rain.

Arrows shoot at very close range from the orc's mouth and shoot through the back of the head. "Nine-Fingers" fell without saying a word.

One hit is successful, and the target is silent. However, Thurik did not let his guard down, he wound the crossbow again, and then unceremoniously fired again at the fallen orc.

It is not uncommon for orcs to have a very high physique and appear to be dead, but in fact they still have a breath left and pretend to be dead. Moreover, the orc god they worshipped, Guush, belonged to the chaotic and evil camp, and it was only natural to grant their followers a magic that would all perish. So it's better to be cautious.

The arrow was fired, and the fallen "corpse" twitched unsurprisingly. The orc's throat came alive with a "whining" sound, and his hands thrashed around him indiscriminately, each blow sending sawdust flying.

A third arrow followed, and this one shot into the orc's eye socket with precision. I saw that the orc stiffened and slowly lowered his body.

- At this moment, he is really dead.

The rain is gradually thinning. Thunderstorms come and go quickly, stopping in a single breath. The Red Moon Ritana appears in the night sky. It seems that due to the rain and fog that is still diffused in the air, the moonlight is hazy and hazy, with a bit of mystery.

Nine-Fingered is a poor man with nothing but a pair of leather pants to cover his shame.

First, the orc's left hand, which had only four fingers, was chopped off, which was to be used to receive the bounty. Then the iron wrapped around the orc's arm was linked. The chains were thick and heavy, weighing at least ten kilograms, and could be exchanged for a lot of silver coins when sent to the blacksmith.

The sack contained all kinds of food, bread, fish bones, weeds...... There were also two large strips of cured meat, which Thulick had decisively thrown away. The taste of the orcs is very strong, and there are no taboos, and they will eat everything when they are hungry. God knows what kind of meat these cured meats are made of! In order not to spoil your appetite, you might as well just throw it away.

- What about things? Where did it go?

There were fewer and fewer things in the sack, but the most important thing this time was never found. Just when Thuric thought he might be going to return in vain, a blood-stained cloth bag came into view.

Open the cloth bag, and inside are three rings and a dagger.

One of the three rings appears to be a magic item. However, it is full of thick mud and dirt, and it cannot be identified for the time being, so it is left to be studied slowly. The other two were ordinary silver rings, of little particular value, and were sold to goldsmiths.

And this dagger at the end is the target this time! It was a bone dagger, and judging by the obscure dark red lines on the grip and the oddly shaped guard, it was likely to be the sacrificial weapon of some evil faction god. Sacrificial vessels are of the interest of the gods, and the sacrificial vessels of the gods of the evil camp are more or less cursed. If you don't intend to serve the evil god, try not to keep this kind of thing around. Otherwise, the whispers of each night will unwittingly arouse the darkest part of the bearer's heart, and then become the tool of the evil gods.

Thurik carefully wrapped the dagger and put it away.

It's dark at night.

The wilderness at night is more dangerous than during the day. Goblins that can be scared away by a single charge during the day may often have to fight hard at night to defeat them. So even for adventurers, few people spend the night alone in the wilderness.

In the past, Thulick would choose to spend the night directly in the fisherman's hut on the dock, and the doors and windows of the fisherman's hut could be stuck, which was still very safe. Or find a farmhouse to spend a night is also good, the accommodation fee is generally only a few copper plates, and the farmhouse will also provide a hot meal, economical and affordable.

But not tonight, no matter how late today we have to rush to Huquan Town!

Packing up the spoils, Schulik picked up the hood from his cloak and set out on the road to Lakesprings.

Located on the eastern shore of Mist Lake, Lakesprings is a small town built along the river. The town itself is unremarkable, dominated by traditional water mills and grain winemaking.

The year 350 of the Annoch calendar, that is, twenty-four years ago. The Duchy of Eders, north of the Misty Lakes, and the Dominion of Mirantia to the northeast, were at war with each other, and the trade routes from the Dominion of Militia to the north were cut off, and a large amount of goods was backlogged. Merchants had to look for other trade routes to the north. It was at this time that Huquan Town entered the eyes of merchants with its superior geographical location.

Today, the town has a permanent population of more than 3,000 and is a trading center where a large number of goods are gathered. Merchants from the north traded furs, herbs, and metal ores for spirits, lacquerware, grain, and magical items; Merchants from the south had a keen interest in all kinds of gemstone ores and magical materials.

Tonight is the fourth day of the rise of the Red Moon Retana, and the followers of Gina, the god of magic, wizards, witches, and other spellcasters will choose to meet tonight. Spellcasters exchange discoveries, experiences, and experiences in the occult realm, and sell unused magical items. And Shuric "just happened" to know that the meeting was taking place in Lakesprings. As for the code required for admission, it is not a problem at all. Not to mention this time, he even knows the code for the next few times!

Walk along the stone path of the pier and walk to the trade road in about ten minutes. Then follow the trade road to the east, and in about an hour or so, you will see the wooden moat fence of Huquan Town.

As a modern person, Thumlick misses the bike-sharing bike that can be ridden by scanning, the taxi that stops when you wave at your fingertips, or the possibility of finding a bus to take a few stops...... As for now? Let's walk slowly on two feet.

- Or should you consider buying a horse?

The cheapest horses can be done for about ten gold coins, the slightly better horses are about fifteen gold coins, and the well-trained military horses are about thirty gold coins.

Seurik nodded silently. Although the price is not unacceptable, but their riding skills ...... If you have time, let's practice more.

Sighing inwardly, Seurik silently quickened his pace.