As for the steel sword on the roasted chicken, it is just a small table knife.

As he walked more and more remotely, Mo Tie knew that the underground camp was nearby. Due to air convection, the stinky orcs in the cave would not float out, so even he needed to be clever and seduce the orcs to the ground to follow the clues.

After finding an open flat ground, Mo Tie sat down and took out a bottle of ale and a piece of grilled deer steak from his backpack.

Isolda came back and the hotel's recipes immediately became richer. It can be seen that this is indeed a capable woman.

The wind in the wilderness whimpered, the weeds swayed left and right, and a dark sewer smell floated over. Mo Tie swallowed the deer steak in two or three mouthfuls, drank the ale, fastened his backpack, and put it aside.

He stood up and turned around, and met a small group of sneaky orcs behind him.

Mo Tie picked up the steel sword, said nothing, and rushed over skillfully.

The group of orcs were not tall, like ordinary patrol teams, and had no combat power. When they saw Mo Tie rushing over, they were a little panicked and wanted to retreat, but it was too late.

"Brush."

While the steel swords were flying, the three orcs had been cut into several pieces and fell to the ground and remained motionless like pieces of meat.

The dozens of orcs behind saw that they couldn't escape, so they had to bite the bullet. Anyway, they always rely on the number of people to pile up.

You're welcome, Mo Tie kept killing forward. He was tall and strong, like an alloy drill bit inserted into tofu, causing the bean dregs to splash everywhere.

Mo Tie quickly got it done with less than a hundred people, leaving a scared orc who was half-scared and led the way, and the rest were cut into pieces.

Where did this come from?

Mo Tie pulled down a wooden board from the waist of the thin half-orc and asked seriously.

"Shield...Shield? I...Mine."

The thin orc didn't dare to look directly at Mo Tie and replied tremblingly.

I know this is a shield, so I ask where you came from?

"The hole... picked up in the hole."

Mo Tie touched his chin. The reason why he left this little man was because of this small wooden shield. If he remembered correctly, there were four small wooden shields engraved on the sign at the entrance of the Four Shids Hotel, one of which was a bit similar to the pattern of this one.

Therefore, the owner of this small wooden shield is probably Lawrence's murdered younger brother.

"Lead the way to your cave."

The thin orc dared not ignore it, trembling with his two thin legs, and leading the way in fear.

After walking less than five hundred meters, a hole covered by weeds was pulled out.

"It's...it's here." The orc pointed at the hole, looked at Mo Tie with aggrieved eyes, and said in a trembling voice.

"Go down." Mo Tie said.

The orc was a little hesitant. As soon as he entered, he followed an executioner and clearly said that he was a traitor and didn't know how to be killed when he turned around.

Mo Tie kicked him down, and he was so worried.

Jump into the hole, his night vision ability was turned on, and his pupils instantly expanded to the maximum. With the slight firelight in the hole, Mo Tie quickly adapted to the darkness underground.

Carrying the orc he had kicked off before, Mo Tie walked in the direction it pointed, where the head of the cave was located.

Of course, if you can't walk two steps, you will be discovered.

"Wow wow wow... catch him." The orc who found Mo Tie was screaming, as if he was as excited as seeing food, immediately shouted that someone would come to catch him.

He completely ignored the small man in Mo Tie's hands.

It’s not that Mo Tie doesn’t want to lurk in, but that he is holding a small thing in his hand, and it will be exposed as if he makes a little sound. It’s better to be on the front. He has been used to this recently.

He was holding a small thing in his hand, and his movements were not so smooth, but the orc was too crisp. Mo Tie used a few tricks of Chunshui swordsmanship, and those guys were blinded.

My head fell to the ground, as neatly as it was raining.

After killing for hundreds of meters, Mo Tie became impatient.

“How far is it?”

"It's quite far away, several layers below." The thin orc told the truth. He now understood that his life would probably still fall into the hands of this elf.

It was a waste of time, Mo Tie frowned. He didn't want to disturb these blocking people anymore.

"Dingdeng..."

After moving, Mo Tie jumped directly from the suspension bridge frame and crossed a large group of orcs, causing them to scream below.

This method is good, so Mo Tie jumped forward like a monkey. The orc at the landing point wanted to raise weapons and wait, but his steel sword swept away first, and his broken limbs flew around, and black blood sprinkled everywhere.

The orc leader in the cave had been alarmed long ago and dragged his huge body out to check. He was a little taller than Motie, and he might be too nutritious.

Mo Tie saw this big guy from afar, and he knew he was the leader and came straight to this place.

In just a few seconds, Mo Tie landed in front of the other side. The thin orc in his hand spitted white foam out of the corner of his mouth, his eyes were dull, his face was full of thoughts, and his soul was gone.

"Who are you? Elf?" the leader asked in a deep voice. He is different from ordinary orcs. He has a slightly higher IQ and knows how to judge the situation a little.

Mo Tie threw down the thin half-orc in his hand, raised his small wooden shield, and said, "I'll ask, where do you usually put things like this?"

This attitude of answering the question made the leader very angry. He pointed at Mo Tie with his finger and screamed twice. A large group of orcs on the side were screaming and rushing towards him.

It's really going to hurt.

Mo Tie sighed, and his stomach was faintly red. He turned his head and opened his mouth to the group of orcs.

A raging fire spurted out from his mouth and rushed towards the group of orcs. The fire broke out for hundreds of meters, but not only did it not get smaller, it also continued to grow, filling the holes in that direction, and even the walls made of soil were burned crystal clear.

Mo Tie kept spraying flames in his mouth, until he finished spraying in one breath, then he stopped his mouth, and burped, spraying out some heat with residual heat.

After snatching, most of the orcs next to them turned into coke or became the fuel for the burning of flames; some strong orcs were dancing wildly in the flames, but they fell to the ground in a short while and burned quietly.

The orc leader on the opposite side felt weak and he collapsed on the ground, unable to speak, and cold sweat kept flowing.

What the hell is this? I haven't heard of it at all!

He shouted all kinds of MMPs in his heart, but the leader still couldn't believe that the fresh and delicious elf dwarf in front of him could actually spit out fire, just like the giant dragon Smaug in the east.

"Can you speak well?" Mo Tie asked with his stomach touching, his lower abdomen was warm and very comfortable.

The leader was like the thin orc, and his whole body was trembling slightly in fear.

"Okay... OK, sir."

Very polite.

Mo Tie shook the little wooden shield and said, "I recognize this thing, a friend. I want to ask you where his other things are?"

After that, the leader's face was bleak. Where did he find him? They ate everything, dwarves, humans, and elves. Sometimes they have no food in winter, and they will eat some thin orcs. After eating, they will throw their bones into the tunnel. Who knows that they still have to find wrapping paper for food now.

By the way, when it comes to the thin orc, the leader looks at the little guy Mo Tie brought in.

Mo Tie saw the leader's eyes and added: "Yes, this thing was found from him. Please communicate and help me find it."

The huge orc and the small orc looked at each other in despair.

"Head... leader, look for it first. There are a lot of human things in the cellar." The little man suggested.

Mo Tie ignored the matter behind him. He sat on the leader's big chair and watched the orcs get busy.

Not to mention, the saber-toothed tiger skin under the butt is quite soft and comfortable.

It is very simple for half-orcs to deal with garbage. If you dig a tunnel and stuff it in, giant earthworms and other organisms will naturally degrade.

The small wooden shield that the thin orc took was picked up in a human area that was kept in captivity, proving that Lawrence's younger brother was not killed directly at the beginning, but was kept by the orcs as food for a period of time. The garbage tunnel in that area was shorter and less.

Based on this information, the leader directed all the orcs to work constantly, cleared out everything and divided it by type.

The leader's body was too big, otherwise he would have come out to show his attentiveness in person.

After waiting for a long time, Mo Tie was hungry and sent a cleaner orc to the ground to get his backpack.

Drinking honey wine and eating charcoal roasted piranhas, this kind of life that is dominant is quite interesting. No wonder the Queen of Wolf Heart always wants to become the supreme king.

There was no sunlight underground and I couldn't tell the difference between day and night, so the orc had to be asked to "work overtime".

After waiting for a long time, I finally cleaned it up.

Mo Tie walked over to check.

I also know how to clean it, but it doesn't seem stupid.

There are a bunch of weapons, don't look at it; there are a bunch of shields, skipping them; there are a bunch of clothes... It seems useless.

"Look for something with words." Mo Tie issued a new order.

What he was looking for was actually something similar to a merchant's suicide note. If he could find it, he would take it back to Lawrence; if he couldn't find it, he would take the little wooden shield back.

Anyway, he didn't look for it himself, so he didn't worry about wasting some time.

I drank a few more bottles of wine and cleaned up all the things with the words.

Mo Tie began to pick and choose.

The suicide notes of the famous and surnamed merchants have been compiled for more than 80 copies. These orcs have eaten a lot on weekdays. They also use blood to write on their clothes, but unfortunately they have disappeared after half of them. Could it be that the blood has dried up?

There are also some small cloth bags with wet pieces of paper inside, some are novels, and some are poetry. It is really amazing. In that environment, if you can still persist in creating, you will definitely be a bard who dares to devote yourself to art.
Chapter completed!