After all, Yog was young and innocent, and he actually regarded the demon blood descendant as his life-saving brother.
Ingrid could only sigh in her heart. Although her little husband was favored by the heavenly spirit Donar and would definitely become the king of the barbarians in the future, he still needed her care and guidance now.
He doesn't understand the evil and filthiness of demon vampires at all, and anyone who comes into frequent contact with them will not have good results.
In fact, Ingrid once heard Sage Myne talk about that the Goblin Kingdom and the Blackfire Tribe among the three major forces in the Dragon Kingdom are all bordering on powerful foreign enemies. Only the north of the Disa Alliance has an extremely wide river that acts as a natural barrier.
Barrier, so half-elves have no outside enemies to spy on them. However, there is a cancer called the Dark Land on the west side of the alliance, and the shadow of ancient demons inside has penetrated into the alliance. The subsequent emergence of demon blood descendants and cultists has become a major hidden danger to the alliance.
The cultists want to create more chaos within the Disa Alliance, and the Split Rock Clan can cooperate with them. However, Ingrid does not want Yog to continue to associate with these people.
"Their rescue of you is just a condition of our cooperation... They are not even half-elves. You must not regard them as brothers." Ingrid warned carefully.
Yog nodded frequently as a habit. He was about to explain to his wife that his former good friend Wiltok was among that group of cultists.
Quel'ngra and his butchers and shamans had already arrived. Invisible pressure enveloped Yog, leaving him speechless. Ingrid naturally turned his attention to the chief.
No one can ignore a sixth-level butcher, but the sixth-level butcher completely ignored the existence of Yog.
Quel'ngra used the will to kill to mobilize the potential of the orcs and barbarians, directly maxing out their blood rage. Only Yog had no reaction, which seemed to indicate that he did not have the blood that the orcs and barbarians were proud of in his body.
Anger talent.
For this kind of waste, Chief Split Rock would not even look at him, but directly asked Ingrid continuously:
"What on earth were those half-elves just now?"
"…and, how was your discussion?"
Chief Riftstone could not understand the half-elf language, and Ingrid calmed down and answered his questions seriously, while Yog was thrown out of the circle by a strong orc butcher, and no one cared about him anymore.
In fact, the meaning expressed by the alchemist Herman is very simple: as long as the Split Rock and Frostblade clans obey their arrangements, they can easily capture Echo Town. If the Orcs do not agree with their plan, then time will not be on the Orcs' side.
On the other hand, Luoye City's elite reinforcements are coming soon.
It is obvious that these demon blood descendants are competing with the Chief of the Split Rock for the dominant position in cooperation. However, it is certainly not an easy task for Ingrid to try to explain the secrets and make Quel'n'gra understand them.
The ostracized Yog felt very uncomfortable when he saw a group of high-level orcs and barbarian warriors surrounding Ingrid, listening to her teachings. He raised his head and glanced at the silver moon in the sky, surrounded by the deserted moonlight, feeling frustrated.
The feeling arose spontaneously, and he suddenly lost interest in talking, and he did not intend to share the situation of Wiltok with Ingrid anymore.
Even if she told him, she would not believe that Wiltok had turned into a different person.
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On the other side, after Victor and others left the dead forest, they ran as fast as possible away from the leader of the cracked rock, Quel'ngra.
This high-level killer is powerful and dangerous. He is the most uncontrollable fatal factor. There is a risk of being chopped off at any time if you come into contact with him. Unless the vampire succubus Christine is at the scene and uses her unique skill "Desire Abyss"
It should be able to forcibly control the opponent for two or three seconds, which is enough for Victor and the Alchemist to kill him several times.
Their current lineup is too difficult to cope with Quel'n'Gara and his elite, so it's better to go a little further.
After running for more than 50 kilometers in one breath, everyone was still physically fit. However, the Ranger sisters suggested to Victor to find a place to rest for a while. Because they were already close to the edge of the battlefield, and there was a high probability that they would encounter half a dozen people if they went further.
The raiding teams of the orcs and barbarians are very likely to break out into battle with them.
Of course, you will also meet a team of half-elf adventurers.
Victor has no desire to fight with the warriors of the Cracked Rock and Frostblade clans now, at least for the time being, their effective strength should not be weakened.
However, they were operating publicly as a half-elf adventure group, and they were in a war zone. Orcs and barbarians would not be merciful to them when they encountered them.
Since you want to avoid encounters, you need the Ranger Sisters to plan routes and do reconnaissance work, and you can no longer rush around in pursuit of marching speed.
Victor accepted the advice of the ranger sisters, so they found a nearby grove to hide themselves.
Ruth and Jessica fed their animal companions water and food, rested for a while, and hurried out to investigate. Although the ranger sisters' professional characteristics were unlikely to be attacked by others, Victor still assigned the burning Delina and the smelly Leaf.
Del assists them.
The rest of the people stayed in the woods to rest and wait.
It was late autumn, and the colorful woods were already showing signs of withering. Under an Elaeagnus tree where Victor was sitting, overripe wild fruits fell everywhere. In previous years, at this time, wild boars, forest deer, and badgers were everywhere.
All the animals will come here and eat up every sand date that falls on the ground. However, due to the war, the nearby animals must have moved away, and the ones that did not leave may have ended up in the stomachs of half-orcs or half-elves.
Victor casually picked up a dark red Elaeagnus jujube next to him, wiped it on the sleeve of his cotton armor, and then put it into his mouth to taste. The taste of the Elaeagnus jujube was surprisingly good.
He picked up a few more sand dates and handed them to the gladiatorial slave not far away: "Kent, let me give you a taste."
After Kent heard this, he looked flattered and quickly turned over and knelt down. He lowered his head and stretched out his left hand to receive the wild fruit rewarded by the master.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Victor frowned, but still put the angustifolia in the hand of the gladiator slave, paused, and said: "You don't need to be like this... I mean
Yes, you are too humble, which bothers me a little."
Kent felt at a loss and was silent for a moment before saying: "Master, I cannot forget my identity."
Victor couldn't be sure whether Kent's words had a deeper meaning, such as the connection between past gladiatorial experiences and his "dream shadow", because there was the condition of "not forgetting one's identity" first, and then there was
Reality projection in the dream realm?
When Kent had a confrontation with Chief Split Rock before, maybe it wasn't his dream, but more like a memory from his past?
After all, Kent used to be a gladiatorial slave, and the battles and killings in the arena were his most profound memories.
The past is unchangeable and the future is elusive. In any case, Kent's growth experience is closely related to his "Shadow of Dreams".
Victor's eyes flashed continuously, and his expression gradually became tangled. If his guess is consistent with the facts, then the "Shadow of Dreams" involves the laws of time and the laws of the mind, corresponding to the elements of water and fire respectively. With his current awakened knowledge
, understands the laws of the mind a little, but the laws of time are far behind, and are not qualified to analyze its mysteries.
However, Kent is usually taciturn, but he actually likes to show off in front of Victor. He speaks when everyone discusses issues, but he can't say more than two sentences. In short, he is that kind of sullen and not very smart.
appearance.
Victor felt that he might have thought too much. Even if Kent mastered the "Shadow of Dreams", he might not be a "sage and master" who usually hides his secrets. How could his words have so much meaning?
If you have any questions, just ask him directly.
"Kent, what ability did you use in front of the Orc Slayer? It seems that we all had the same hallucination..." Victor asked, and then he continued to add: "There is no need to answer me in a hurry.
Don't say 'don't know', I believe you are confused now, but it doesn't matter. You can think about it slowly and say whatever comes to mind. Tell me when you think of it. We don't set a deadline on this topic, okay?
"
Kent nodded with a confused look on his face. He really didn't know what he did or how he did it, and it was only now that he had the time to think carefully about what happened not long ago.
Victor is not in a hurry, and he should not be in a hurry. Kent has been trained in gladiatorial combat since he was a child, but no one taught him any theoretical knowledge of martial arts, and he is not even literate. Under such conditions, Kent has no way to accurately describe the "dream"
The secret of "Shadow", even though he may have mastered this extraordinary ability.
Victor can only hope to learn some details related to the "Shadow of Dreams" through Kent, and then conduct comparisons and deductions based on the theoretical knowledge he has mastered so far.
Fortunately, with Kent as a living material, sooner or later they will be able to fully grasp the mystery of the "Shadow of Dreams".
Sure enough, Kent still looked confused after pondering for a long time. He looked at Victor for help and said, "Master, can you give me a hint?"
Victor nodded. He had already prepared to help Kent clarify his thoughts in the form of questions and answers.
"Have you ever had the same or similar experience before?"
"No... right?"
"Hmm? Not sure? That's right, tell me about it."
"Well, I met a half-orc butcher in the arena a long time ago. At that time, we had a total of 12 half-elf gladiators fighting against the butcher... I remember that whoever he stared at would change.
Weak, there are even gladiators who are so frightened that they cannot move, and are directly killed by the butcher... Every time he kills an opponent, his skin will become red, his strength will become stronger, his speed will be faster, and it is difficult for our weapons to hurt him.
."
Kent continued: "The Orc Butcher is getting stronger and stronger as he kills us, and we are getting weaker and weaker... At that time, I was still a young novice, participating in a gladiatorial fight for the first time. When all my companions were dead, the Butcher finally wanted to kill me.
His eyes were staring at me, like a poisonous snake aiming at my neck. I didn't dare to move, and I still remember the cold and stiff feeling very clearly."
The gladiatorial slave was in a depressed mood. Victor was infected by him and couldn't help asking: "Then how did you survive?"
"I was destined to die, but someone came to save me."
"Afterwards, I learned that all 12 of us newcomers were 'sacrifice' for the official competition, an appetizer before the meal... The owner of the Butcher Gladiator paid for us and used our lives to help the Butcher reach his peak state.
Then face his real opponent."
At this point, Kent suddenly smiled and further explained: "Master, you may not believe that the butcher's opponent is a disabled half-elf gladiator. He has no left arm and two deformed ears.
The tip of the ear is an oval."
Victor was stunned for a moment and muttered to himself uncertainly: "...are oval ears weird?"
Kent nodded immediately and said: "It does look strange, but the Fate Gladiator is very handsome. Even though his body is incomplete and his ears are deformed, he is still very handsome and strong. He kicked off the iron door of the arena corridor, and the Orc Butcher
I was startled, thinking that a scary giant monster was about to rush out, so I was on guard, so I didn’t bother to kill me.”
"The half-elf gladiator entered the arena. The Butcher was extremely nervous, but his opponent was very relaxed and walked around the arena with a big sword. The audience in the stands shouted his name crazily. Some people called him 'Great Knight Peter'.
Some people also call him 'Grand Duke Peter'... The famous gladiator is actually the legend of the Dark Valley Arena, Peter, the gladiatorial champion who has won 99 games!"
"I was so shocked at the time that I even forgot about the fact that I was so scared that I peed my pants. I huddled in the corner and watched the gladiatorial champion Peter fight against the massacrer at his peak."
"The Slaughterer was very strong. He let out a continuous roar of rage that drowned out the shouts of thousands of spectators, leaving only his own voice in the arena. Relying on the blood rage to protect himself, the Slayer jumped more than ten meters away with all his strength, four
, five meters tall, with his body bent like a fully drawn bow, holding a giant ax in both hands and slashing straight into the air with all his strength!"
"Peter took the butcher's chop in the air with one hand and one sword. Miraculously, the stone slabs of the arena were like iron blocks under his feet. There was no smoke or dust, let alone cracking or sinking. There are rumors that Peter is the goddess of the earth.
Beloved, wherever he walks, the mud turns to stone, so he cannot be driven back or knocked down."
Victor listened with great interest, and the rest of the people gathered around to listen. Harvey even shouted: "It is said that the real rock elves can draw strength from stepping on the earth. Is that champion Peter a Tako tribe?"
Victor warned Harvey and said: "Don't interrupt...Kent, you continue talking."
"Yes, Master." Kent nodded and continued: "The Butcher's Blood Rage can withstand blows and reduce damage. He failed to jump and was not afraid of the repercussions. But there is light on Peter's sword. I saw it with my own eyes."
Yes, he waved an orange-yellow sword light, struck the butcher's blood rage with three swords in a row, and chopped off the head of the high-level orc with the fourth sword."
"Then what?" Victor asked again.
"Peter won the 100th game. He actually noticed me and saw me peed my pants. Before leaving the game, he told me that only by overcoming fear and weakness would I have a chance to survive in the arena."
"I always keep his advice in mind and dare not forget it!"
Victor was inexplicably agitated. He took a few deep breaths before saying: "It seems that this incident has a profound impact on you... However, I am curious why the audience in the arena called the champion Peter the 'Great Knight'."