Black Dragon Code

"Caesar."

After Sif and Gal left, Luna, who was staying in the small house, flew to him again and couldn't help but ask: " Are you...really going to kill all the people outside?"

"Yes."

"However, many of those people are foreign adventurers, they just do It's not an enemy to listen to Shucao's news." Little Brat's mood fluctuated slightly.

"It's not now, doesn't mean it will never be."

Caesar shook his head: "Do you think that when the lord’s army arrives in the wild plains, do these people turn a blind eye and stand by? No, they It will only join the crusade against Stone Crow Clan, add straw to the dying camel, and try to get a share of the feast of war."

Caesar has always used the greatest malice to contend with others and war. In the near future, he must stifle the threat in the cradle as much as possible. If the wolves are not dispersed before they are formed, and when the lone wolves are gathered together, Stone Crow Clan will only have the fate of being eaten. .

"But so cruel, if someone finds out about you, Altrenzo's name must be on the list of those righteous men."

Luna was a little worried.

"So what?"

Caesar laughed at her: "I was a dragon."

If possible, Caesar doesn't want war either. , He is not the kind of transmigrator who will go against the sky at every turn, his previous life is just one of the hundreds of millions of ordinary persons.

As a Black Dragon, Caesar has no shit desire to rule the world. He just wants to guard his piece of land and be a vulgar lord who is neither big nor small, neither good nor bad. Plant farms, sell cards, and go to Aradia in Novosibirsk in your free time to enjoy the scenery of other worlds.

The dream is very small, but some people don't let him do it.

...then go and die.

After two years of recuperation, Stone Crow Clan has one hundred powerful orcs who can truly be called "warriors", but they did not directly attack.

Under the command of Caesar, a hundred orcs were divided into two teams. One team put their weapons and armors on the bullock carts, and then covered them with cloth, shouting at each other as usual, like transporting Shucao pulp Generally leave the tribal territory.

The other team, silently, stayed quietly in their respective holes with red eyes, fully armed, waiting for the command to command.

Except for the army scouts who sent a few people to follow the orcs, no one cares about the guys who leave, because recently, the orcs go to the Great Valley of Mostel for delivery and transportation almost every day In Shucao, this has long been commonplace.

The observers are more concerned about the movement in the territory of Stone Crow Clan.

The six scouts responsible for tracking and leaving the orcs were also yawning and absent-minded. The original order they received was to observe whether there are any abnormal creatures in Stone Crow Clan. They lack interest in these ugly green-skinned orcs. .

The leader of this team is Orkhash. Don’t think that the guy is usually a bit stupid, but he performs the task in a good manner. He followed Caesar’s instructions to play nonsense with other people on the way. Even let the orcs go to the jungle to hunt, slowing down their speed extremely.

Drag and drag, and the sky will get dark before the road is halfway.

Orkhash muttered a few loudly, and then simply ordered to stop and stay in place, seemingly ready to spend the night in this place.

The orcs all sat down, set up a fire, and grilled the meat they had caught before.

When you smell the scent of roasted lambs coming from the camp, the scouts who are responsible for following them can’t stand it. The six humans have been watching the movements of these orcs, how can they have time to hunt fresh? For meat, you can only stuff your mouth with dry food.

After walking for a long time, they were hungry and thirsty. Watching the orcs eating barbecue, the six scouts were full of resentment.

At this moment, they saw the leading orc waving at this place, shouting "friends, friends" in his mouth, inviting them to share food.

"It turns out that the orcs have discovered us a long time ago." Several scouts looked at each other in blank dismay.

"Hey."

One of the scouts made a suggestion. His voice was thick and his age was much older than the others: "Let me say, since they have found out, then We might as well just stand up and just and honorable."

This guy is unkempt, his hair and beard have not been treated for a long time. Unlike soldiers, he looks more like bandits and robbers.

"Since these orcs dare to invite, we can't show our cowardice and be underestimated, and simply go up and eat. How about, do you dare?" Old Fox instigated.

However, these people are the direct army of Count Brando anyway. They have not been dizzy by appetite, and they shook their heads: "Go on your own."

"A few counseling bags. "

The unkempt scout screamed, then stood up and took his trouser belt: "I will do it alone."

Speaking, under the disgusting eyes of others , This guy is carefree and really walked towards the orc camp.

After half an hour.

Old Youzi, with his belly straight and raised eyebrows, returned safely as if he had returned from victory, with his mouth full of oil and hiccups, he was obviously hospitalized by the orcs, and he had a good meal over there.

This time the other scouts really couldn't bear it. It just happened that the orcs sent out an invitation again, so they left the full Old Guy to take care of rotation, and shuaa~ all swarmed into the orcs camp.

These orcs obviously did not treat them as outsiders, shouting to each other, and handing the fragrant barbecue to five slightly cramped humans.

The delicious food brought their vigilance to the lowest point.

While eating meat, the leading orc suddenly slapped his head, apologized to the five human soldiers, and then took out two pots of fine wine from the northern countries from somewhere.

Now they ate even more happily, even Orkhash said that he would give it to the Old Brother to taste it before, letting the strong orc hold the wine, moved towards the original soldier Where we stayed.

Ten minutes later.

"Ah! Help--"

Mournful scream suddenly sounded in the distance.

The five soldiers in the camp turned pale with fright, quickly dropped the barbecue in their hands, drew their swords and jumped up.

However, they found themselves surrounded by groups. The orcs who were smiling and naively changed their faces, showing fierce fangs, and sharpened their knives towards them.

The screams are endless.

Several scouts were quickly chopped into mashed meat, and at this time, Orkhash also returned not far away, with blood on his bulging fangs.

The orcs lifted the cover on the bullock cart, and while wearing armor, they said with a smile: "Orkhash, you guy won't kill that person, right? Didn't expect you still He has this hobby."

"That guy is a bit powerful, and he almost ran for him."

Orkhash scratched his head and smirked, holding the torch to light the surroundings, smiling It is especially terrifying against the fire light.

The wild plains of the dry season are burning at a single point, with blazing fires and thick smoke billowing. Now it’s late at night. The flames in the dark will make all creatures lose one's head out of fear, but they are against the orcs who are born with dark vision. Does not constitute any influence.

Fire is the signal that the orcs initiate an offensive. They are divided into two groups, one is from the clan territory and the other is from outside. In this case, the old wizard Sif also chose to take action to ensure that nothing went wrong.

This is a massacre.