A Post-Apocalyptic Journey to Another World

The tall, silver-rank orc warrior seemed extremely restless. Orcs were warlike, and he was very unhappy that the shaman had sent another silver-rank orc to fight at the foot of the mountain. However, every orc shaman held supreme authority in the tribe, and the power of magic was so strong that he dared not show any dissatisfaction. He could only pace back and forth, occasionally running to the edge of the platform to watch the distant battlefield with longing.

The orc shaman was used to the behavior of his subordinates; otherwise, they wouldn't be half-orcs. The reason he didn't send the orc named Ragewind, who was walking around in front of him, down the mountain was because he was bloodthirsty and violent and would definitely tear all the humans down the mountain to pieces on the spot, so there would be no prisoners.

Xiaoshan, whom he had just sent down, was much more composed and always carried out his orders well. If he ordered Xiaoshan to capture prisoners, Xiaoshan would capture a few alive and send them to him. Nufeng was more likely to send him a few pieces of good meat from the rump.

The orc shaman was considering what torture methods to use to interrogate the human prisoners in order to extract information before they died. Humans were too physically weak, and orcish tortures often killed them quickly, so he had to start gently. Translation was also a problem. Perhaps he had to hand the prisoners over to the High Elder for interrogation; only the wise High Elder could overcome the language barrier. The orc shaman felt a surge of envy and longing when he thought of the High Elder, wondering how far he himself could go in the future.

The orc shaman, who was indulging in his fantasies, suddenly felt a chilling aura behind him. He turned around and saw a human soldier in camouflage rushing towards him, leaving a trail of afterimages.

After observing for a while, Zhang Xi took advantage of the moment when the silver-rank orc warrior ran to the other side of the cliff again and launched a charge at the orc shaman. Zhang Xi's actions were unsurprisingly detected immediately, and the orc shaman immediately began casting a spell. The pale blue light emanating from his body was a sign that a spell of confinement was about to be released.

This shaman seems to be a novice. Zhang Xi, who was initially a little nervous, suddenly felt much more at ease. The Imprisonment spell can bind an enemy in place, and it's a shaman's opening move against warriors. Casting this spell first when encountering an enemy is definitely the right thing to do.

However, this orc shaman must lack experience in fighting warriors. The imprisonment spell requires a two-second preparation time, and Zhang Xi was too close to him to cast it.

When the orc shaman realized the humans had rushed towards him, he quickly stopped his spell and pulled out a spell scroll made of an unknown animal hide from his robes. Zhang Xi immediately recognized it as a speed-up scroll. He chuckled to himself, thinking, "Only now you think of creating distance? Where were you all this time?"

Before he could even use the scroll, Zhang Xi collided with the orc shaman. The instant they hit each other, Zhang Xi ducked down, grabbed the shaman's leg, hoisted him onto his back, and without hesitation activated the speed-boosting anklet skill, turning and running towards the cliff.

The orc shaman was taken aback by Zhang Xi's actions. This human had run over empty-handed, not attacking, but picking him up and running away. What was he trying to do? He looked up in confusion and saw the direction Zhang Xi was running in, then he understood what the human was up to! He was both shocked and furious. In this situation, he couldn't concentrate on channeling spells, but orcs were physically very strong. He swung his fist and punched Zhang Xi in the back.

Although the punch wasn't very powerful due to the lack of leverage, Zhang Xi still heard his spine creak and groan, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. Despite the heavy blow, Zhang Xi was overjoyed. A shaman's fist? This meant his opponent was out of control; taking a punch at this moment was a good thing!

The orc warrior, Furywind, was completely distracted by the gunfire from below the mountain. He didn't turn around until he heard a commotion behind him. He immediately saw a human carrying an orc shaman running to the edge of the cliff. Only then did he realize what was happening. With a roar, he charged forward, leaving a trail of afterimages, just like Zhang Xi, using the same charge skill.

Perhaps Zhang Xi had consulted the almanac before going out, as he encountered two rather dim-witted elite orcs in a row. Fury Wind, blinded by the sudden attack, only saw the human who dared to attack the noble shaman to his face. It wasn't until his feet slipped that Fury Wind realized the human was about to jump off the cliff, and because his charge skill had locked onto him, he jumped after him.

Below this cliff is a bottomless valley, with a drop of three to four hundred meters. At this height, even someone at the Gold level, let alone someone in the Silver Realm, would be fatally injured. Until one breaks through to the Gold Realm and becomes a superhuman, every superhuman possesses the ability to fly briefly; before that, jumping off a cliff is still an act of suicide.

Watching two figures fall together in the distance, Zhang Xi happily took out a blue stone, a Hearthstone, which was his trump card for daring to jump off the cliff.

Just as Zhang Xi was about to activate Hearthstone, a figure flashed before his eyes, making him stop. Amber! Zhang Xi had told Amber to escape on its own before taking action, but it didn't leave. And why was it flying again?

Saying it flew isn't quite accurate, because Amber had already transformed, appearing as if it were riding on four auspicious clouds of flames. This! Even Zhang Xi, a seasoned mercenary from his previous life, began to doubt his own limited knowledge. Why could a silver-tier magical beast fly?

Many monsters can fly, but that has nothing to do with strength; they are all flying monsters and demons. Amber, however, looks like a creature that lives on land. Moreover, according to human biological classification, Amber should belong to the canine family. At this moment, Zhang Xi saw a pure white, elegant dog flying in the sky with its four paws on orange-yellow flames.

They finally landed together deep in the canyon. The two orcs were mangled beyond recognition, their bodies mangled and dead. Zhang Xi, however, landed safely on Amber's back.

It was harvest time again, and the souls of the two silver-tier monsters unlocked two cards. First, of course, was a skill. This time, it was the skill "Throw!" Throwing the weapon in hand, it deals double the damage of the user's full-force attack to targets within a 100-meter radius, stunning them for one second.

The dizziness effect needs to be assessed based on the target's strength; if the strength difference is too large, the dizziness effect is likely to fail. It's a pretty useful skill, almost like a bug when facing someone weaker than yourself.

For the other card, Zhang Xi chose the 2 of Diamonds, the World card, Green Grassland. As this card merged into Zhang Xi's sea, a green area the size of a football field appeared next to the fishing port hut in his sea of ​​consciousness.

As for the Two of Hearts, Zhang Xi glanced at the two idiots who had fallen to their deaths on the ground. He figured he was better off without such subordinates, so he didn't unlock the Two of Hearts. Tanuki had just gotten lucky.

Besides magic crystals and elemental energy crystals, the orc warrior only had an axe. This axe was much better than the one Zhang Xi was currently using, so he immediately switched to it.

Spellcasting monsters are mercenaries' favorites. Zhang Xi found three spell scrolls, a staff, and a small bottle of dark green potion directly from this orc shaman. These were the materials for the shaman's aging curse, a very vicious potion that could greatly accelerate metabolism, damage the body, and achieve an aging effect.

The staff contained scrolls of speed, bloodlust, and imprisonment, and even came with a built-in fireball spell, which could be cast three times a day, with an hour's interval between each cast. This was somewhat of a gimmick, essentially equivalent to having three extra small incendiary grenades every day. However, the staff was made of good wood, from the heartwood of black cedar trees, which could increase spell power by five percent.

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