The orcs in the Misty Mountains were not as good as the strong orcs that Saruman later raised. Although the orc tribe at this time had classes, there were no rules. They were intelligent creatures, they lived entirely on instinct. They were wild beasts, but they had good intelligence and their own language. The lax discipline made them have no habit of taking turns on duty. Now it was afternoon, the orcs had eaten and were all lying in the huts sleeping soundly. "Ha! Hahahaha! Haha!" A shrill laugh woke the sleeping orcs. They raised their heads and saw the figure dancing next to the tribe's slaughterhouse. He looked like an elf, because his skin was pale and he had no beard, but his ears were human-like, and he had green hair. He was wearing a strange purple costume, and he was dancing a weird dance while laughing wildly. The awakened orc shook his dizzy head, but was soon overwhelmed by the surging morning mood. In the simple logic that big is beautiful and big is good, the orcs did not think that a skinny guy could have strong fighting power, not to mention that the weird elf did not carry any weapons. One orc could not hold back any longer, rushed out of his shack, and punched him in the face. But this did not stop his laughter, but made his laughter even more piercing. The orcs took advantage of the victory and wanted to knock him down completely.
But unexpectedly, the weird elf turned around and punched him in the face. The orc who was knocked to the ground rubbed his chin in pain, looking at the figure approaching him in disbelief. How could such a thin body have such great power? At the same time, he also found that there was more than one weird elf wearing purple clothes and laughing wildly. At some point, dozens of purple figures came out from all corners one after another. For a time, the sky above the entire orc tribe was filled with deafening and piercing laughter. The orcs, who were annoyed by the laughter, immediately took out their crude weapons and chopped fiercely at the strange elves closest to them. And those strange elves, who didn't know where to take out a curved stick, started fighting with the orcs around them. From the perspective of Li Zhuoguang and Ariana, those orcs didn't know what was wrong with them, and suddenly started killing each other. Li Zhuoguang glanced at Huang Shiren on his shoulder: "You did it?" Huang Shiren proudly puffed up his chest and nodded desperately. Li Zhuoguang took out a piece of dried meat and stuffed it into Huang Shiren's arms: "Well done." He drove straight into the back door of the orc tribe, and no orc noticed Li Zhuoguang. This scene made him marvel. He didn't expect that Huang Shiren's illusion could cause such great lethality to non-magic units. This also explains why the world of "A Chinese Ghost Story" is so unkind to monsters. Mortals have no magical power. If there is no intervention from the monks, a little demon with some Taoism is an unsolvable existence for ordinary people. The current situation of the orc tribe may happen in the villages and towns of mortals. But if this kind of demon is from one of his own group, the situation will be different. Li Zhuoguang thought that he would kill a lot of people this time, but he didn't expect that he only needed to pick up heads along the way. The crimson touch flew freely, shuttling back and forth among the orcs, picking off the heads of orcs one by one like picking fruits. The same was true for Aliana. She was too lazy to use the dagger and picked up a handful of stones casually on the side of the road. Throwing it casually, it always landed on the orcs' foreheads and smashed their skulls into the ground. Soon, this group of orcs were slaughtered, and the one who killed the most was of course Huang Shiren. After confirming that there was no survivor, Li Zhuoguang and his team prepared to embark on the road back.
On the way, Li Zhuoguang asked Ariana with some doubt: "You are quite accurate in throwing stones, why don't you use throwing weapons instead?" Ariana took out an apple and answered while chewing it: "Because I used to hunt elemental creatures, if I use throwing weapons, I can't break their skin at all. Even if the bow and arrow I use are not accurate, I can kill them. I am still quite accurate within ten meters, so I just need to get closer." "Are the elemental creatures in your place slow?" Ariana shook her head and said casually: "No, they are very fast, so most of the time, I only have one chance to attack." Li Zhuoguang asked for an arrow from Ariana and took it in his hand to observe carefully. In fact, although Ariana's bow looks very rough, she can barely use it by adjusting the position of the string to balance the force of the upper and lower bow arms. What seriously affects her shooting accuracy is her arrows. None of the arrows in her quiver are straight, they all have some curvature, so it is a miracle that such arrows can be shot accurately. The feathers at the tail of the arrow were also of different sizes. According to Aliana, she had adjusted them based on her experience to slightly compensate for the error of the arrow's bending. Li Zhuoguang bent the arrow with force, but even with his current strength, it only caused some bending and was difficult to break. Seeing Li Zhuoguang's behavior, Aliana thought he wanted to help her straighten the arrow, so she persuaded him: "It's useless. This is already an adjusted arrow. I can only do this with my best efforts." Li Zhuoguang felt the arrow was cold, so he asked, "Is it made of metal?" Aliana shrugged, "Actually, it's a vine." "What?" "This kind of black gum vine will not grow thicker after it grows up. All mature black gum vines are the same thickness, which is especially suitable for making arrows. Before the disaster, black gum vines were not so hard. According to the old people, in the past, black gum vines tasted sweet and were a snack for elf children. The vines hang down from the trees in circles, and they can pick a large bundle and wrap it around their arms, eating while walking. Now it also hangs down from the cliff in circles, but the texture has become As hard as steel. We need to spend a lot of effort to cut it off and straighten it into an arrow. " Li Zhuoguang held the arrow and shook it at Ariana: "Can you give me this arrow?" Ariana nodded: "Arrows are not valuable, take it if you want. If you like, I can also make a bow for you." Li Zhuoguang shook his head: "I just keep it as a souvenir." He planned to go back and see if there was a way to straighten the arrow. If he found a way to straighten the arrow, Ariana's strength would undoubtedly increase a lot, and the rangers in their tribe would be able to deal with elemental creatures more easily. The reason why he didn't say it was because if he couldn't do it, it would be giving others hope in vain. Even when he came to the Misty Mountains to kill the orcs this time, Li Zhuoguang only vaguely told Ariana that he had accepted a mission from the elves. He didn't mention anything about reviving the land.