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The orc general and Mousse only took a glance and knew that the other party was an enemy worth fighting.

If you start charging in an instant, it will be a life-and-death fight.

But the remaining thirty orc boys were stunned. The opponent looked like a weak bean sprout. If they went up to fight with fewer people, they would definitely be blamed by the boss after they won.

"Aren't there two humans here?"

An orc boy was very smart and found the problem as soon as he thought about it.

Since I can't go up and join the boss in beating up Douya, I can't just sit there doing nothing. I thought, isn't there another human being here?

So thirty orc boys picked up clubs and rushed towards where Windlow was.

"Fuck."

Windlow really has no fighting ability at all. If a goblin comes, he still has some confidence that he can win the battle.

But the opponent is an orc boy, and even a fully armed imperial provincial army may not be able to win.

Not to mention these orc boys, there were as many as thirty of them in front of him.

Although Windlow's hands are weak, his legs have been trained for a long time.

As an imperial merchant, his most powerful feature is his legs. He can move at an astonishing speed wherever he goes.

Coupled with Mousse's special training, his endurance and agility have risen to a higher level.

And he had just woken up and was dealing with this group of orc boys who had just woken up from their sleep.

Windlow was always able to run ahead of this group of orc boys, using his slight advantage in movement speed to engage in a marathon with them.

He could even pick up stones from the ground and throw them behind him while running, which helped to reduce the burden on Mousse.

As for Mousse, with two swings of her sword, she could prove that all of Windlow's strategies to lure the enemy were meaningless.

In just two rounds, this Dreadlord easily killed the orc general, whose face was full of confusion when his head was separated from his body.

I am a strong orc, why would I be chopped down by Douya?

This is the superiority of the dark elf system. Every dark elf in a high position must be very careful to avoid being backstabbed and killed by his subordinates.

Any dark elf who can climb to a high position must have some skills.

On the other hand, the birth of the orc warriors is a bit funny.

The green-skinned orcs will only obey the biggest, greenest and strongest orc as their boss.

The orc boss with strong fighting ability is called a war general by his orc boys. Every camp, every tribe, and every legion has its own orc war general.

Considering that the number of orcs in the small camp is far less than that in the large army.

Only the latter is qualified to be called an orc warrior, while the former is at most an orc dipping sauce.

However, this guy was also a capable opponent, allowing Mousse to satisfy his desire for fighting and he was not in a hurry to sheath his sword.

He quickly ran towards Windlo's position, raised his sword, chopped, stabbed, and pierced diagonally. In less than half an hour, all thirty orc boys had been killed by Mousse.

Then he looked at Wendlow with blood on his face.

"Let's go, I've had enough fun."

The dark elves are so cold-blooded and selfish. After seeing Mousse's powerful fighting ability, Windlo was about to speak up, hoping that she could eliminate the orc camp.

But a glance from those cold purple eyes made him swallow back the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

The dark elves would not help humans solve the threat of orcs for no reason unless it was beneficial to them.

After testing the sword, it was found that the secret treasure left by the ancient sage was indeed of good quality. It was still extremely sharp after so many years.

Mousse was of course very clear that without the help of the human in front of her, she would probably never be able to solve the ancient saint's puzzle.

Once again, he verified his original idea that there were indeed many benefits to doing business with this human being. Then he slowly walked to Windlow's side.

Just when the latter thought he would be picked up like a chicken again, Mousse opened his arms and welcomed him with a hug.

The hug was indeed very soft and cool, but it made Wendlow's back numb.

I just killed so many orcs and was full of murderous intent. Now he suddenly came over and hugged me. What does that mean? It's so scary.

I returned to the tent with a tingling scalp. Although I was scared, I managed to sleep safely until the next morning.

After packing up all the things in the big bag, the cart started moving again. After a week, they only needed to cross the outskirts of the last forest to see the land of Ivy.

At this moment, a group of figures appeared in Windlo's field of vision. They turned out to be a group of dwarves!

They were so short that from a distance they looked like a pile of rocks.

It's so strange. Dwarves have always been active in the mountains and rarely appear in plains. The only place where there are dwarves is in human cities.

Many human cities hire dwarf blacksmiths to enjoy the dwarf's high-end forging services.

The appearance of this group of dwarves must have caused some problems nearby. As traveling merchants, the most important thing is to have a source of intelligence at all times. What if there is danger ahead?

Wendlow hurriedly went up to greet him.

"Hey! Strong dwarf, what wind brings you to the plain?"

"Humanity?"

This greeting attracted the attention of all the dwarves. After a careful count, there were more than twenty dwarves, which was not a small number.

There must be something terrible ahead.

One of them, who looked like a dwarf chief, took three steps forward and walked towards Windlow.

"What wind are you talking about? Let me explain it to you clearly! There is absolutely no wind that can blow away a dwarf! Except, except for the wind that blows out of that guy's mouth, Ugakz!"

The last word uttered by the dwarf chief was a dwarven word. Windlo, who had wanted to do business since he was a child, naturally learned the dwarven language.

That sentence was a dirty word, to put it simply, it was a curse on the human lord.

Then Wendlow nodded repeatedly.

"Yes, yes, yes, Ugaqzi, Sakaazi, Mataduqzi!"

Mousse was completely confused. When did Windlo learn the dwarven language?

As Wendlow said this in dwarven language, the dwarf chief couldn't help but touch his beard, and then nodded heavily.

"There are very few humans who can agree with us dwarves. We also happen to want to take a rest here. Is there anything we can help you with?"

As soon as these words came out, Windlo walked up to Mousse, pulled out her golden badge sword, and handed it to the dwarf chief.

The latter originally had a disdainful expression, thinking that the weapons in humans' hands were rubbish, but he was also shocked after seeing the weapons.

"This weapon is of pretty good quality. It's almost as good as the dwarves' craftsmanship, but it's very worn out. It's okay. I can help you refurbish it. It just requires some high-quality steel."

It would have been better if he didn't say anything. As soon as he mentioned steel, Windlow took out two steel ingots from the cart and handed them to the dwarf chief again.

"Not bad, not bad. The quality of the steel is pretty good. But there is one thing that is very strange. Why does this sword have the smell of elves?"