Chapter 129

Suddenly, Dai Lin's heart sank because of the sudden leakage. In the enemy's base camp, it's not interesting. It means endless encirclement and pursuit.

In a quick decision, Dailin waved the tidal blade in his hand and chopped his head towards the Warlock. The sharp blade almost cut through the space and created a wonderful ripple - there was no water around, but the orc warlock magically heard the roar of the sea.

This is embarrassing.

Daileen Proudmoore is a legendary strong man. This is a knife with all his heart and soul. The poor warlock finds that he can't escape this knife. However, he can only summon a ferocious exoskeleton Demon Armor, hoping to buy some time for himself.

Contrary to his wishes, the seemingly solid armor did not save the warlock, and he was cut off.

Before darling could breathe a sigh of relief, a shrill cry echoed through the garrison of grimbator.

"No! The master has been killed!"

A fiery imp is yelling at his neck in strange Orcish language.

Dailin didn't know what the kid was yelling at, but he could figure it out with his toes. What this guy said was definitely not good!

Damn it!

Dailin held his left hand in vain, and a big hand made up of sea water appeared out of thin air, pinched the little flame ghost's throat, and then sent it back to the twisted void.

Unfortunately, by this time, the Dragon throated orcs in grimbator were already alarmed. A large number of orcs raised torches and began to walk down.

Dailin was still thinking about what to do when he was knocked in the back of the head by a fist and passed out in a coma.

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When he woke up, he was buried in a pile of garbage. The smell of putrid irritated darling's nose. He felt his neck hurt.

Not far away came the sound of the orcs quarreling. Although Dailin could not understand them, through the cracks in the garbage heap, he saw that the orc named rogosh was being whipped by the Dragon throated orcs with a prickly whip.

The Sorcerer's body, which had been torn apart by Dailin, was lying on the ground, scorched by lava. As the orcs pointed to the corpses on the ground, they seemed to be abusing nalogash.

"What's going on?" Dailin was very puzzled. "Did this logoish save himself?"

As if tired, the orcs of the Dragon throat clan let go of rogowsh, pushed him to the side of the garbage heap, then yawned and swearing away. It seemed to be certain that rogowsh could not run away. This time, they even didn't want to lock the cage door at the door of the house, so they left directly.

The orcs finally walked away, and logosh began to summon the power of water to heal himself, and then began to try to communicate with Dailin.

Logosh doesn't speak any common language, and Darrin doesn't speak orc, but they can talk to each other wonderfully through the power of water.

A stream of water flows slowly to Dailin, and the small spray seems to say hello to Dailin: "Hello, human beings."

Feeling the kindness of rogashi, Dailin returned to a stream of water and whirled in front of rogowsh: "Hello, did you save me?"

As if he understood what Dailin meant, rogowsh grinned and grinned in an ugly way - his teeth had been knocked out, and now there was only a gum.

"Yes, I think I need to help my friend destroy this demon fortress." ——The water turned into a water ball and hit the wall and the ground hard. Dailin didn't know the exact words from the current, but he could understand the general meaning of orcs.

Now Dailin was more confused.

It seems to be because of the wound touched by luogaoshi, who was healing on one side, the current suddenly became wavy and then fell into calm again.

In Dailin's doubts, the calm water fell into a strange stillness, which seemed to express his apology. Then the water changed into a bubble and wrapped him, as if to explain that he wanted to protect him.

Dailing nodded, and the current outlined a large skeleton, followed by an orc enslaved to a dragon. Thanks to the imperial education in the past, although Dailin is a rough man, he can still draw some freehand brushwork and control the water flow. Dailin expresses his own question - where is the ORC with the devil's soul?

Logosh pointed to his wound with difficulty, indicating to wait. After a long time, after he finally regained some of his spirits, rogowsh controlled the current and began to carefully construct a model in the air.

Dailin squinted at the model, which seemed to be the situation of the whole fortress. Each room used a small water man to show something or people in the room.

The water model was finally finished, and logosh coughed and froze the model into ice. Then, dipped in blood from the corner of his mouth, he marked a room in an upper corner. Then rogowsh thought again and drew a path between his room and the marked room with blood. Dailin found that there were hardly any orcs standing guard on the road.

He handed the model to Dailin. Luogaoshi lay on the ground powerlessly and waved to Dailin to go. Dailin had nothing else to do, holding the bloody ice sculpture and leaving the prison.On the way, Dailin's heart was a little confused.

In the Admiral's eyes, orcs were bastards who didn't know what justice was, but this Orc completely refreshed his impression.

Do you really want zuifeng to say that the orcs of frost wolf clan are different?

Thinking about it, Dailin rushed to the assembly place.

At this time, it was late at night. After arriving at the meeting room, Dailin found that zuifeng and others were waiting for themselves.

"Darling, what's the matter with you? The orcs seem to have a warlock killed and are heading for your search - are you ok Seeing Dailin appear, zuifeng breathed a sigh, "eh? What's in your hand

Dailing gave a brief account of the story, and probably repeated the call and curse of the Dragon throat clan orcs.

Zuifeng took a lot of time to translate it. Indeed, it was luogaoshi who carried the pot for Dailin. What the Dragon throat Orc said was that he didn't know what was good or bad. If this logoshi had not mastered some important secret of the Dragon throat clan, he would have been killed.

"That is to say, this Orc is basically credible?"

Zuifeng nodded.

Dailing held up the ice sculpture in his hand: "this is the terrain of the garrison of grimbator that he gave me. It seems that the place marked with blood is the place where Narcissus is located."

Seeing the mark of blood, Onyxia thought carefully: "no wonder we can't find the trace of Narcissus. He hid himself in an inner room, and then disguised the door of the outer room as a wall! I've seen it there. There's no door. It's just a wall! "

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