"Clear this grassland... Once you find other orcs, kill them!"

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"Huh...huh"

An orc scout covered in blood was running hard in the swamp of the wetland.

He was the only survivor of the encounter 30 minutes ago. When the crazy elves killed his companions, he escaped by hiding under the corpse of the warg. There was still half an arrow shaft in his arm.

The arrowhead had barbs on it. As an experienced scout, he did not dare to pull it off hastily. That would magnify his wound and eventually lead to his death from excessive blood loss.

"This news must be brought back to the clan!"

This orc trudged step by step through the swamp with difficulty. As a blood-ringed orc who had lived in the cruel jungle since he was a child, such a harsh environment could not trouble him.

But just when the orc rushed out of the mire and could already see the Bleeding Circle Clan's camp in the distance, the low sound of horse bells sounded behind him.

"Shua"

The orc scout turned around and saw two dark shadows riding on war horses, strolling forward in the mud-filled swamp. The mud seemed to be completely unable to affect the progress of the war horses. Looking carefully, every inch of the skeleton war horses was treading.

The land is covered with traces of ice.

The body of the war horse is almost completely in the shape of a skeleton of white bones. It has an armored saddle and weird long horns on its head. Its eyes are blood-red, and it makes no sound while moving. This is definitely not a living creature.

"Death Knight! Take me for a ride!"

When the two dark figures approached, the panting blood-ringed orcs stopped them. When the leading death knight turned around, his ice-blue, emotionless eyes made the orcs subconsciously retreat.

step.

What frightened him even more was that it was the face of an elf! It was this elf that had massacred his team just now.

This fearful emotion was immediately captured by the death knight. Tyrion looked at the injured orc and asked emotionlessly:

"Are you afraid of me? Why?"

"I'm not afraid of you!"

The orc said subconsciously: "It's your compatriots... In the Arathi Highlands, the high elf rangers are hunting our scouts! They are going crazy!"

"Hmm? Elf Ranger?"

Tyrion raised his eyebrows and said in a hoarse, dry voice:

"Why are they here? Who is their leader?"

"I have no idea!"

The blood-ringed orc looked at the death knight with disgust. He was not interested in these resurrected corpses at all. He said casually: "Their leader is a woman...with blond hair and blue war patterns on her arms. That

The shape is like a bird..."

"Click"

The next moment, Tyrion's arms suddenly raised, strangled the orc's neck, and lifted him into the air easily. A fearful color rolled in his ice-blue eyes.

"Did you see her?"

"Well! I...I saw...she used a red bow..."

"Click"

"Then you know too much..."

The orc's neck was broken, and Tyrion threw the ice-covered body into the mud behind him. After watching the body being swallowed by the swamp, he continued to move forward with his normal expression as he controlled the horse.

"Ding bell, jingle bell..."

The low and ominous sound of horse bells continued to ring in the swamp, like some kind of signal of the arrival of death. Tyrion controlled the horse's reins and walked towards the orc camp in the distance. He asked softly:

"Grokush, my retinue, you won't tell the truth, will you?"

"Huh? What? I don't know anything...what's the secret?"
Chapter completed!