Regnar ran quickly, the contents of Veles's notes constantly emerging in his mind. He repeatedly considered how to deal with the situation in front of him. Even when faced with the pursuit of three orcs, Regnar didn't have a trace of panic in his heart now. He was thinking calmly like a machine.
Perhaps because of his thin body, Regnar appeared to be very agile in moving in the forest with complex terrain. This clumsy tall orc formed a sharp contrast.
If Regnar kept running away at this time, he would probably get rid of all the orcs so easily, but Regnar didn't want to run away. The scene of Silenos' tragic death lingered in his mind. He thought that only by killing all the orcs here could he feel better. After some consideration, Regnar was convinced that he could do this.
After confirming that he was at a certain distance away from the orcs, Regnar took out the climbing hook from his waist. He swung it twice and threw it up. The hook was firmly attached to the tree trunk. Regnar pulled the rope. , and then slowly climbed up the tree.
The trees creaked under the tension of the hooks, but they did not break, because Regnar currently weighed less than a hundred kilograms. If Kordak, who weighed more than two hundred kilograms, were to climb, let alone the trees. If he can't hold on, the rope may be broken by Kordak.
Regnar squatted gently on the branch. The darkest time of night had arrived. At this time, even human vision would be limited to about fifteen meters. Regnar, on the other hand, clearly grasped the slightest movement around him. This feeling of seeing the whole scene made him very comfortable, but he had no intention of enjoying it, and he had no time to wonder when he had acquired this ability, because the three The orcs were already roaring and rushing over.
"Are you afraid that I can't find you?" Regnar felt a trace of disdain for the orcs' actions. He touched the flaming blade on his waist. In this darkest time, even the light of fireflies would appear quite bright. striking.
So Regnar deliberately took the scabbard with him when he picked up the Flame Blade, otherwise it would be equivalent to carrying a positioning tracker with him.
An orc was searching around vigilantly, and the two brothers around him were within his sight range, so that no matter who discovered the situation, they could rush over to support them. This was a temporary countermeasure devised by the orcs with limited minds.
Regnar waited quietly. When the orc came to his feet, he threw a flying knife lightly in the other direction without hesitation.
The flying knife hit the rock and made a tinkling sound. This weak sound was as noticeable as thunder in the dark and quiet forest. The three orcs turned around and looked at the source of the sound vigilantly in an instant. This made the orc under the tree a blind spot in the sight of the other two orcs.
And Regnar was waiting for this momentary opportunity. The moment the three orcs turned their heads, Regnar jumped down from the tree without hesitation.
Regnar accurately landed on the orc's shoulder, and his thin figure looked like a monkey sitting on the shoulder of a monkey charmer.
But the monkey was far less dangerous than Regnar. Regnar pulled out the flaming blade as he fell. The moment he stood on the orc's shoulder, he covered the orc's mouth with his left hand and waved the blade away with his right hand. into the orc's throat.
The sound of blood splattering attracted the attention of the other two orcs. They turned around and saw only one of their remaining brothers slowly falling down again. And a thin figure behind him made a backflip, landed quietly, and disappeared into the darkness in the blink of an eye.
Regnar hid in the bushes and looked coldly at the two orcs who rushed towards them brandishing inferior weapons. They were mumbling something to their fallen comrades, looking sad and angry.
"Are you angry? We are all the same." Regnar thought silently in his heart, but his heart became even colder, because all this was caused by these orcs, and now they must pay the price for their actions.
Regnar moved silently in the forest. After finding a suitable position, Regnar pulled out an ordinary fine iron dagger and inserted it hard into the trunk of the tree.
The sound of the collision between steel and trees quickly attracted the attention of the orcs. Regnar did not panic. He raised his arm and threw the flaming blade with all his strength towards the opposite tree trunk like a flying knife.
The Blazing Blade was indeed a high-end weapon blessed by magic. The high-speed flying blade sank straight into the tree trunk, leaving only a short hilt.
The orcs roared and rushed over again, and Regnar fled behind him again after doing this inexplicable move.
The two orcs were running very fast, one behind the other. They really hated this coward who didn't dare to fight them head-on. His fighting method was insidious and cowardly, and several of his companions died in his hands. Even the most powerful captain in their team was inexplicably killed by this hateful little thing, which aroused the orcs' anger even more.
They screamed and rushed over, swearing that after catching this hateful human being, they would cut him into pieces. What excited them was that this cowardly little guy seemed to realize how shameful his actions were. He actually stopped and stood not far away and looked at his arrival with cold eyes.
The orc accelerated and ran again, fearing that the little guy would change his mind and run away suddenly, but a strange scene happened. The orc running in front suddenly made a strange sound, which sounded like the sound of a knife cutting into the flesh. This sound made The orc behind him got smart and subconsciously slowed down his steps.
This action bought him a few more minutes of life, because he saw the orc in front of him suddenly fell down while running, and the huge head was completely separated from his body as he fell. , rolled to the side.
The bloody and strange scene caused the orc to stop immediately. At this time, he found that less than half a meter away from him, a metal wire as thin as a hair was hanging straight in the air. There was a small section. There was still thick red blood on it, dripping onto the ground.
It turned out that Regnar had made a simple trap just now. He tied two ends of a mithril thread to the handles of the stainless steel dagger and the flaming blade.
Regnar first inserted the stainless steel dagger with a duller blade firmly into the tree trunk, and then used all his strength to insert the sharp flame dagger into the other tree trunk, so that the two trees were suspended. A mithril thread that was sharper than a blade, and Regnar insidiously chose it to be at about the same height as the soft throat of an orc.
Therefore, the orc who charged at high speed accidentally bumped into Regnar's trap and had his neck cut off by the mithril wire.
Seeing his companions fall one after another, even the proud and brave orc warrior felt a sense of fear towards the half-grown boy in front of him.
But under the influence of orc culture for many years, the concept of escape was no longer in his mind, so he roared, dwarfed over the mithril thread, and rushed over again fearlessly.
Regnar also gave up the trick of plotting a sneak attack. He took a deep breath and then pulled out the long sword on his body.
"Ah!!!" Regnar's childish and clear roar seemed a bit ridiculous at this time, but even the orcs could hear the unwillingness, anger and sadness contained in this roar.
Regnar was fighting with the orcs in the blink of an eye, and the key points of the body movements recorded in Velez's notes appeared in Regnar's mind over and over again.
His body was like the most sophisticated machine, executing any action in his mind. Regnar perfectly controlled his hands, feet, body, and even his breathing!
But this orc is also a warrior who has experienced hundreds of battles. Although his IQ is not high, his experience has allowed him to see the difference in physical fitness between himself and this human. It is impossible for this thin human to withstand even one blow from him. of.
Therefore, the orc immediately took a desperate stance, and he did not hesitate to hurt himself to hit Regnar. Under the pressure of this fierce offensive, even though Regner was flexible, he gradually became passive in front of the violent orcs.
Seeing that his range of activities was being suppressed by the orcs, Regnar did not panic at all. He jumped back and threw his sword out to block the orcs' approach. Then he pulled out the weapon inserted in his boots. The last dagger.
When Regnar landed, a strong force suddenly burst out from his ankle. Regnar showed amazing speed in an instant. The orc only felt that Regnar had arrived in front of him in the blink of an eye. He was horrified and prepared to block, but before he could raise his hand, Regnar's dagger cut his throat first.
Blood spurted out from the crack in his throat. The orc reluctantly turned his head and glanced at Regnar, and finally fell to the ground.
After finishing off the last orc, Regnar sat down on the ground as if he had collapsed. His eyes returned to blue-black again, and he looked at everything around him with some surprise. He couldn't believe what he was seeing, but his memory clearly told him that he did all this by himself. He clearly remembered how calm he was when facing the orcs. He controlled his body perfectly and calculated The battle situation, and then almost ruthlessly eliminated all the enemies.
Shouldn't you be scared to shit when you see an orc? Regnar looked at the little blood on his hands, and a feeling of fatigue suddenly came over him. His vision went dark and he passed out.