Half-elf Notebook

Sensing the strong wind coming, the orcs paused.

Unfortunately, his rank meant that he was unable to react.

He couldn't even scream. Before he lost consciousness, the orc only felt a heavy blow to the side of his head that was as heavy as a hammer weighing dozens of tons.

Rector held up the body, turning its head around.

Place it gently on the ground without making any sound.

Although this seems redundant.

The "Sound Blocking" magic scroll that was just thrown in has actually cut off the possibility of sound in the room being transmitted out.

Rick did not immediately realize the amateurishness of his infiltration ability.

Instead, he frowned, took out another scroll, spread it out over the corpse, and tore it apart.

The blue flame filled with spirituality quickly burned the soft leather, and the embers flickered with a faint light blue.

It merged into the orc's corpse, forming a thin film of magic on it, and then disappeared.

The magic of "smell shielding" can only last for ten minutes... "visual cover" has less than four minutes left...

After completing everything, Rick let out a breath and talked to himself.

The fortress-like environment makes little difference to humans and orcs, and there is no food at all.

Even if there are, they are not necessarily better than the snakes, insects, rats and ants in the ruins of the secondary city.

Therefore, it happened suddenly.

Before this, Rick had never opened his perception with full concentration.

In his expectation, more than 90% of orcs should prefer and must stay in millions of hectares of dense forests.

Over the years, he had returned to the city more than once and entered the fortress for secret investigations.

The reality was exactly as he imagined.

In order to prevent the Kingdom’s army from retaking it, the fortress was restored to its original function.

There are often orc troops stationed in the fortress.

However, there are only less than 500 of them, all of them are elite, more than half of them are elite orc warriors, and there are more than a dozen leaders equivalent to the silver rank.

Their food comes entirely from hunting orcs outside.

However, this does not change the fact that their numbers are small.

This fortress has twenty floors and a total area comparable to that of a small city block.

This number of people is like a speck of sand scattered on the ground.

Under normal circumstances, the possibility of Rick encountering them is very small.

"It seems that neither you nor I have good luck today."

Rick glanced at the body which was beginning to lose temperature.

He walked out of the room and closed the wooden door.

This is to prevent patrolling orcs from following closely and easily discovering the body.

“Is it really luck?”

Although he said this, Rick did not agree with his own point of view in his heart.

He had a premonition that something was happening that he was unaware of.

Through the intuition brought by his rank, Rick could smell a hint of danger.

But time will not give him enough free time to understand the situation.

The body will eventually be discovered, and it won't even take long.

And those dozen orc leaders obviously would not leave alone an invader who sneaked in here.

Any one of them is an efficient meat grinder on the battlefield.

Two or three of them are at the same level as Rick.

If he gets entangled, he will surely have no chance of surviving as he is alone and weak.

Outside the room is a corridor over one thousand meters long, connecting all the soldiers' dormitories on the outer edge of this floor.

On the right side of the corridor is the storage room where soldiers temporarily store their weapons and armor.

In order to prevent the possibility of soldiers stealing and reselling, and causing bloodshed.

Except during war, soldiers must surrender their weapons after duty or before entering their dormitories.

There are much fewer storage rooms than soldiers' accommodation rooms, and usually a squad shares one room.

Further inside are a large number of shooting ranges and empty practice rooms.

There is a bar, a forge, a quartermaster maintenance room, a storage room for gunpowder, the cannons themselves and the shells they use.

During siege battles, the heavy weight and volume of artillery made it difficult to transport them through the narrow passages of a fortress.

The natural storage place is different from the regular military supplies and is close to the installation location.

Then go through the rooms hidden in the walkway and the intersection of the passages.

Behind several groups of orc warriors who were patrolling with torches.

With perception, the space ahead suddenly became clear.

Rick didn't light any light, but he didn't need any light, as he was very familiar with everything here.

Six load-bearing columns with a diameter of 20 meters stood in the surrounding space, immersed in the darkness and bottomless.

In the hundred years since the fortress was built, nothing has changed.

It’s like six constant base points supporting this boundless space.

Next to each load-bearing column, there are more than twenty thick iron chains hanging from the void.

A massive iron plate is connected to the front and back ends, as well as two terrifying noose machines of the same size.

They are the abandoned machines left on the continent by alchemists through analysis of the goblin race in the previous era.

One of the imitation magic mine products.

Strictly speaking, it is a kind of magic item.

Once, amid the sound of metal friction between iron and steel, hundreds of fully equipped soldiers stood on it and were transported to this venue for assembly.

Artillery and several tons of armaments were hoisted to the required high levels for deployment.

Now all that remains are patches of rust and a thick blanket of dust.

Rick walked through the square that could accommodate tens of thousands of soldiers for assembly and formation, but now there was no one in it.

Don't dare to be careless at all.

Several floors above the ground, more than a dozen beams of orange-yellow flames were moving swayingly.

Those are patrolling orc warriors.

Unfortunately, in complete darkness, no matter how bright the flame is, it cannot illuminate the view ten meters away.

There is no way for them to notice the groups of shallow footprints on the nearly 100-hectare square.

After this place is Rick's destination.

In the center of the fortress, there is an area where massive amounts of military supplies and armaments are stored.

Fortunately, there were no leaders who were idle and out for a stroll.

Rick easily reached the other side of the square.

Then he quietly opened the closed door.

Slip in.

There are still many rooms in the block.

But many of the rooms that were once filled with all kinds of supplies are now empty.

Doors were violently broken open or removed entirely.

The dark space is like a poor man’s purse covered with thick dust.

The thing inside was probably being worn by an orc, or was being used by them as currency to exchange for the supplies they needed.

Rick didn't know, but it was not difficult to predict something.

After skillfully walking around several corridors and turning a few corners.

Rick's figure stopped in a room that was indistinguishable from the other rooms, yet not exactly the same.

There are three or four different rooms lined up side by side with a passage.

It was at the end of a long corridor and was not adjacent to a storage room.

The inside is also empty.

Since it's a raid, I guess the orcs won't miss any locked room.

An iron door weighing hundreds of kilograms was thrown into a corner.

Specially reinforced directional shafts hold the stone brick chips.

It can be seen how simple and crude, yet effective, the method used by the dismantler is.