"What's the fuss about?! I don't know if I need some rest?!"
Before she even reached the tent, she heard Troxi yelling carelessly, which actually made Aranza exhale from the bottom of her heart, and the suffocation in her chest dissipated a lot. The boy adjusted his facial expression slightly, adjusted the curvature of the corners of his mouth to the maximum, and then raised his eyebrows.
Open the curtain in front of you.
The first thing that catches the eye is a middle-aged man, holding a magical staff and reciting magical incantations. He is wearing a white priest robe with flame-shaped epaulettes embroidered on his shoulders. This middle-aged man should be a member of the Emberfire mercenary group.
The exclusive priest, in other words, is a member of the Lane family.
Sure enough, when he heard the movement at the door and turned around to check, his face suddenly froze and he exclaimed: "Aranza! You are Aranza who was expelled from the family!"
Aranza frowned slightly and held the hilt of the sword on his back with his right hand. He felt a killing intent in this middle-aged man!
At this time, Troxi, who was half lying on the recliner, cursed: "Raphael! That's enough!"
Hearing this, the priest named Raphael turned around quickly and said to Troxi: "Captain, this man is a traitor to the family, he should be executed on the spot!"
Troxi's face turned cold and she said, "He is my friend!"
Raphael ignored Troxi's words and said forcefully: "He is the sinner of the family! He is the betrayer! Since he can betray the family, he will definitely take advantage of your injury and do... unreasonable things to you.
thing!"
"Tch!" Aranza suddenly smiled broadly and said, "Well, that family doesn't deserve my loyalty."
Raphael snorted heavily and turned to look at Aranza. The magical staff in his hand was glowing with light and he was accumulating divine power. He actually wanted to attack Aranza!
"Raphael!" Troxi finally couldn't help it and shouted angrily, "I believe that Aranza will never hurt me! He is more reliable than you! Now, get out of here!"
Her voice contained icy anger, making Raphael suddenly feel cold. He gritted his teeth and put down the magical staff in his hand, and walked towards the tent door. Aranza passed him with a smile, feeling the transmission of Raphael's soul.
Out of reluctance and anger.
Seeing Raphael walking out, Troxi rubbed her forehead in distress and said, "Don't worry, Aranza, this person is so rigid..."
Aranza nodded with a smile and said: "I know, I heard a saying in my father's memory, 'Some people are born like puppets and live by accepting orders and opinions from the outside world. They will never feel their existence.'
.”
"Uh-huh?" Troy responded, swinging her wheat-colored legs to the table. The red gauze skirt couldn't cover her legs at all, but the perfectly proportioned and crystal-clear color was highlighted. Her
His eyes fell on the dumbfounded Aranza, and he smiled and said, "Ah, what's your expression? Are you still trying to trick me?"
Laranza laughed awkwardly and did not explain. Instead, she looked at Troxi's abdomen. The area where Troxi originally used to show off her small waist was wrapped in a thick bandage, with a faint red color from it.
It was obvious that the bleeding had not completely stopped.
Aranza sighed softly and asked, "Well, how is sister's injury?"
"Well...it's nothing serious. Just rest for a few days. The orcs have been very aggressive recently, and Mundo's yellow-haired cow is difficult to deal with."
Tracy picked up the beef slices on the table, put them into her mouth and chewed them slowly, and continued: "I know that you are developing in Kay State, and it is impossible for civil aviation to agree to carry soldiers. The family will definitely open up air routes, which will involve you.
...So, dear brother, what do you want me to do when you come here this time?"
Aranza also sat down, with a smile on her lips, and said: "Well, since I have come here, I must meet Mundo. The best result is of course to let the orcs have a truce. If not... get rid of their leader.
It’s okay to drop it.”
Troxi frowned slightly and said, "It's only if it wants to see you."
"Well, you'll know after you try it."
In the early morning of the next day, Aranza rode alone and left Kaplan Fortress, the southernmost gate of the human territory, and ran across the vast grassland toward the orcs' advancing fortress.
On the tower of Cablan Fortress, several people stood side by side, including Troxi and Panson, as well as members of the Emberfire mercenary group under her command, watching Aranza leave.
Pan Sen took a step back, bowed slightly, and said, "Sir, Sir Aranza is here... can you really negotiate peace with the orcs?"
Their current situation really requires peace talks. The number of wounded soldiers far exceeds the number of soldiers who can still go to the battlefield. He glanced at the priest Raphael from the corner of his eye. If this proud noble is willing to treat the wounded soldiers, he doesn't know how many there will be.
A soldier doesn't need to live on his last breath.
"I don't know what his success rate is." The equipment on Troxi's body was much more exposed than its defensive capabilities. Even her subordinates who had been following her for many years couldn't help but look sideways. She completely ignored the greedy eyes around her and said with a smile.
, "But don't forget, he is the son of the King of Heroes."
Hearing this, Raphael snorted coldly and moved his gaze to the direction Aranza was heading.
Aranza, of course, would not know about the conversation on the tower. Holding the white flag symbolizing peace talks in his hand, he ran for an unknown amount of time on the deserted grassland before finally reining in the orcs' advance and stopping in front of the fortress.
The orcs' fortress is like a turtle shell covered with spikes. A large number of unprocessed wood and iron blocks are intertwined to form a huge circular wall. No one knows how they build these irregular things to form
Such a hard fortress. They sharpened the logs and placed them around the walls. Looking around, there were only sharp thorns. Some of the large sharp thorns also had iron pieces from broken weapons inserted into them. Who would not
Be careful if you bump into it, it will definitely change beyond recognition in an instant.
Several spikes that are longer than other places extend from the top of the city gate, with human heads strung on them. The innermost head has turned into withered bones, and the broken neck of the front head is still dripping with blood, and its two eyes are open in horror.
It was hanging, obviously it had just been hung up not long ago.
This is a primitive and bloody fortress. It lives its life only loyal to killing, loyal to the most direct prey of the weak and the strong.
On the city wall, a guarding orc has discovered Aranza. It opened its mouth wide and danced and shouted. What came out of its mouth was the orc language, which Aranza could not understand at all. But through soul induction, Aranza knew the other party.
There is no killing intention at the moment.
Sure enough, the orc barked for a moment, and more and more orcs gathered towards it, looking at Aranza as if they were looking at food. But the orc quickly retreated, and then, a blue-skinned man
The troll followed the orc toward the city walls.
The blue troll stood out among the green orcs, and Aranza quickly spotted it. It was an old troll, with withered skin struggling to wrap around the bones on its body, and a helmet on its head.
Wearing a very strange crown with various bird feathers on it, he also held a wooden staff in his hand, with the skull of an unknown creature attached to the end of the staff.
It can be seen that the orc soldiers admire this troll very much. When the troll stood on the city wall, the other orcs stopped shouting. It should be the sacrifice of the orc tribe. Its slender eyes narrowed and stared cautiously.
Aranza.
Finally, the troll stretched out its two long-tusked mouth and moved, saying: "I feel a different aura in you, human being, what are you doing here?"
It uses the common language of the Bramble Continent.
Aranza jumped off the horse carelessly, took out the tear from behind, and slammed it on the ground. With both hands free, he shouted to the city wall: "I am the King of Heroes - Aranza Lane, the son of Heracles. I am
Want to see your leader!"
(Originally, we planned to update twice every day starting from today. However, due to my recent busy schedule, my work has not yet been settled, so the double update plan has been slightly postponed. I hope readers will forgive me.)