Marin pulled the reins when he was still some distance away from the position mentioned by the knight driving the carriage. Taking the main road was no longer a good idea. With the war dog and the two girls, Marin followed the slope on the east side of the main street.

Cross the top carefully.

This is downwind, and the wind coming from the northwest will bring the smell of the greenskins, but their smell will not be smelled by the opponent.

After rounding a corner, Marin saw a dozen greenskins along the street.

As a race that has not been fully civilized, the greenskins had a name called Orcs in the Middle Ages to distinguish them from the orcs who lived in the forest. When Marin learned this knowledge, he resisted asking old Hoffman what kind of world this was.

Isn't there also a white-robed mage who has lost his mind?

There are a total of thirteen greenskins on the street, seven of them are warriors, holding various melee weapons. They are very powerful, so their weapons are also various. Stone sticks and stone axes are the most common ones.

The three are archers. The green-skinned archers use very crude bows. If placed in the hands of humans, these things would be nothing more than rubbish. The biggest target that can be hit more than ten meters away is the ground under each other's feet.

, as for whether it can hit something else, it depends on whether the opponent's head is connected well.

There are two people holding long staffs, they look like shamans or druids - the greenskins are proficient in natural spells, which is what shamans and druids say.

There is another one, at Marin's feet. This guy holding a human military crossbow should be their sentry in ambush to observe whether there are fat sheep or stabbing ideas on both sides.

It's a pity that it failed to find the three Marin men walking through the forest wearing ghillie suits, and the nearly two-meter-tall height he stood there and the cyan skin that went against the environment betrayed him.

In the end, he was attacked by Lorraine and Merlot and hanged on the ground alive.

After assigning the attack target, Marin left Gorehowl, Feo and Mero to the two girls, then took Lorraine to the bottom of the slope, walked around the other side of the slope from their blind spot, and then fired his bow.

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The first target is the man with the long staff - killing the Master first is a must when starting a group, so Marin, who opened the bow, opened his bow at the greenskin who was close to him. This was a small greenskin among the greenskins.

He was skinning a deer beside the roadbed. When the arrow penetrated his head, the guy squatting in front of the deer did not fall down for a moment. The green-skinned counterpart with his back seemed to hear the sound of the knife falling to the ground.

It cursed for eating the rabbit raw, and when it turned its head, Marin's second arrow arrived.

The arrow penetrated the side of its head, bringing it down to the ground, and at the same time announced the arrival of death to everyone present.

When the three archers turned their attention to Marin's side, Marin saw Jessica leaning out from behind, and the arrow fired from the pulley crossbow in her hand penetrated into the back of the archer who was close to him, bringing it with her.

While falling to the ground, Faye's pyroblast hit two approaching archers. The flames instantly ignited their fur clothing, and the green-skinned archers rolled on the ground wailing.

The remaining greenskins were divided into two groups, and five of them rushed towards Faye - the mage was the most terrifying target.

The remaining two greenskins with stone axes rushed towards Marin's side.

Marin used fossils as mud to turn the roadbed into a quagmire, and the two greenskins jumped into it.

Then he started to happily shoot the greenskins with their backs turned to him. After Marlin clicked twice, and Jessica also clicked two, the last one rushed up the slope and rushed towards Faye with a roar.

The greenskins in the hideout encountered Gorehowl.

Then it was split in half like wood.

After going down the slope, Marin let three saplings rest on the top of the slope, then took out his revolver and pointed it at the green skin still flopping in the mud: "Can you speak human language?"

The two greenskins were still flapping about.

Jessica took Faye down the slope.

Marin fired into the quagmire between the two greenskins.

One green skin stopped for a moment, while the other green skin was still flopping, and it seemed that it was about to flop up.

So Marin pulled the trigger on him, beat the greenskin to death in the quagmire, and then pointed the gun at the man: "Can you speak human language?"

"Don't hit me!" The greenskin raised his hands.

"...Who did you learn this from?" Now it was Marin's turn to be stunned.

"My adoptive father, I was raised by humans, but I ran away in the end because they all said I was a bastard." At this point, the green-skinned man sighed in a human-like manner.

Although Marin really wanted to detect some hint of lying on his face, this guy's common language was too standard. Marin learned Sidney's Southern dialect from Fort Carter, and even now there are two pronunciations that are still a bit convoluted.

And just like this, everyone knows that you are not your adoptive father's child.

"...Have you attacked some young humans in the past two days?"

"No." The greenskin shook his head: "We were just driven out of the forest by a pair of ogres two days ago. Those two ogres still have the marks of slaves on their bodies, but I don't know who is their master."

"Ogre?" Marin was silent for a moment - the intelligence did say that the ogres were attacking, but unlike what they thought, those who were traveling with the ogres did not seem to be these greenskins.

"Yes... you are, are you a prairie elf?" This green-skinned question made Marin confused - according to the current intelligence, his father's bloodline is indeed a prairie elf, but how can you, an green-skinned person, be a prairie elf?

Known: "How do you know."

"When I was young, my adoptive father was a servant of a prairie elf master. He taught me how to use Common Language... When I saw you, I thought of him." At this point, the green-skinned man sighed: "

I thought I had forgotten my past, but today I discovered that I have not forgotten, so...are you ready to beat me to death?"

"...Are you the leader of these greenskins?"

"No, the shaman you killed first was the leader. I was brought out because I knew Common. I originally wanted to negotiate with the human caravan in exchange for some food." The greenskin fell silent at this point.

For a moment: "I will not tell you the address of the camp. Although I am an orc, I also have a conscience. This tribe has taken me in, and I cannot betray them."

Marin thought for a while and finally put away the revolver: "You can go, but I don't recommend that you go back to that camp. Your companions are all dead and you are the only one who is not dead. What will they think of you? I shouldn't be needed."

Let me teach you."

The orc looked at Marin without moving, but Marin called on the two girls to follow him.

When Marin and the others left, the orc began to struggle. When he struggled out of the quagmire, he saw two horses appearing at the intersection from the north, and then he saw more horses and knights.

The orc thought for a while and finally retreated to the side of the road - giving way to the road, which meant surrender.

But the group of six knights finally stopped in front of it.

A knight jumped off his horse and came over: "Green-skinned orc, who was shooting just now?" It was very standard orc language.

The orc was silent for a moment, then nodded: "A group of people killed my companions, and then they asked a question about the ogres and walked into the forest."

"Ogre, Your Excellency, it looks like someone is also chasing our prey."

"It's nothing. The ogre is so big, and his head can only catch our bullets." After the leading knight finished speaking, he dismounted. He and his companions bypassed the green-skinned orcs, and one of them even lost one to him.

A piece of dried meat: "These days, orcs who can speak Standard Common Tongue are rarer than beautiful women. Keep your head well, maybe there will be a tribe of green-skinned orcs who can speak human language in the future."

"You must be dreaming, boy." An old knight said with a smile.

Waiting for the group of five people to enter the street, the orc glanced at the sixth person who was responsible for watching the horses: "Can I leave?"

"Let's go, that team didn't kill you, and we won't kill you. After all, as my friend said, greenskins who can speak human language are indeed very rare."

So the orcs began to walk in the opposite direction of their camp.

After walking dozens of steps, he heard the sound of something heavy falling behind him.

Subconsciously turning his head, he saw a guy wearing similar rags to the three children.

The latter pulled out the weapon from the knight's back, then looked at the orcs: "Are they here to find the ogres?"

"...Yes." Zeng Ren's heart was beating wildly - this man was very dangerous.

"They are not from Marin, they are technology hunters." The man checked the body, then turned to look at the air beside him.

Only then did the green-skinned orcs realize that the air in that place was distorting.

Finally, a young human appeared there.

He nodded: "It seems that our slaves have attracted hunters that they shouldn't have attracted, but it's okay. Kill them all, and then... find Marin. Isn't he going to take my life? Let me see who can."

Be a real hunter in the wild.

"What about the orc?" the man asked.

"Kill him." The young man turned and left, and the man raised the revolver in his hand.

"Good night." He said.
Chapter completed!