Regnar fell into a deep sleep. He had been running around in the wild plains for two days, and he finally didn't need to keep vigil tonight, so he slept very soundly.
A sharp whistle sounded. In this empty and quiet plain, this whistle should have been quite noticeable. But the strange thing is that neither Kordak, who is keeping vigil, nor Vera and Annelotte, who are sleeping, have any reaction to this.
Regnar buried his head in his sleeping bag, as if this could block out all sounds. But the whistle kept lingering around his ears, and he couldn't get rid of it.
Regnar opened his eyes and frowned with dissatisfaction.
"It must be that old and disrespectful guy again. He stayed up in the middle of the night just to torment me." Regnar muttered.
Although he was full of complaints at this time, Regnar could do nothing about it. He grimaced and began to put on his equipment.
Kordak wrapped himself in a blanket. Although the summer solstice was about to come, it was still a bit cold in the wild plains late at night. They were in the orc territory and they did not dare to openly light a bonfire and set up camp. That thing was like cow shit attracting flies in the dark night. It's easy to attract orcs. So the only way to keep warm was the blanket on my body.
He noticed movement in the tent behind him, but he didn't pay much attention to it. After a while, Regnar, who was ready to go, walked out of the tent.
Kordak raised his head and looked at Regnar. Two years ago, this boy was a skinny and dirty mud monkey. But I don't know whether it's because his life has improved or something else, but Regner has grown like crazy in the past two years, from just over 1.6 meters to almost 1.8 meters, and even his original baby face has become more mature. Although he still looks a little thin, Regner can now be considered a handsome young man with a delicate appearance.
"Called you again?" Kordak asked casually. He knew that Regnar was the key training target of the Moon Shadow Thieves Guild. From time to time, someone would call him to perform some tasks and use this as a test to train him.
"Ah, yes, we don't let people sleep well in the middle of the night." After Regnar developed an Adam's apple, his voice became deeper and deeper, and it was no longer the childish voice.
Kordak looked at the reluctant Regnar and smiled: "If it weren't for their training, would you have made such rapid progress? Your kid's level is almost catching up with mine now. He was promoted from level six in two years. When you reach level 11, are you eating shit and leveling up so quickly?"
"Hehe, I still can't compare with Annie. That girl is now level 13. Are you feeling stressed, boss?" Regna said with a playful smile.
"What kind of pressure can I have? A lunatic can't compare with you two perverts." Kordak shrugged nonchalantly: "Okay, let's go quickly. Remember to come back early. We should go back in two days."
Regnar nodded, turned and left the camp, and disappeared into the night not long after.
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Malolite sat leisurely on the stone, humming and singing an unpleasant tune, and then picked up the whistle in his hand and blew it twice from time to time.
"You little bastard, I don't believe you won't come over." Malloryt said proudly.
"Can't you find me at a more normal time? You have to go to bed in the middle of the night." Regnar's figure appeared next to Malolite at some point, and he looked at Malolite in a bad mood. said.
Since becoming a disciple of Villes, Regnar has often received some trial missions, and the person responsible for notifying him is Alex most of the time. Occasionally, it will be this guy who looks good but is extremely lewd and vulgar on the inside. Old man, as for Villes, he has been here too, but less frequently.
Regnar only knew that his name was Malolite, and he seemed to be a friend of Velez. But in line with the principle that birds of a feather flock together, looking at this old gangster, Regnar doubted whether his elf teacher's character was not that good either.
"This is a cleaning mission. If you really dare to do it in broad daylight, I won't stop you." Malloryt said calmly. He took out a crumpled note from his arms and handed it to Regnar.
Regnar couldn't help but roll his eyes. The old guy was dressed brightly, but the note he took out of his arms was as tattered as a wipe. He barely managed to read the words above in the moonlight.
As Malloryt said, this is a cleaning mission. There is an orc team camped near the Dusk Oasis in the wilderness plains. The average level of the team is around level 6, with a size of about twenty people. What Regnar has to do is to go there alone and eliminate all the orcs.
"Is it that simple?" Regnar asked. The average strength of this orc team is around level six, and it has reached a size of twenty people. According to the data, it should be considered an elite team.
If it were two years ago, Regnar would rather touch Vera's butt than dare to provoke them. But with two years of experience, Regnar not only improved by leaps and bounds, but his actual combat experience became even richer. Although this mission was a bit difficult, it was not as difficult as the previous times where it could directly kill me. You have survived the previous hardships, what do you have to fear this time
"It's that simple." Mallory nodded, and then remembered something: "Oh, by the way, they should be escorting a human prisoner. If you see him, take him to your camp."
"Bring it back to our camp? Why?" Regnar was surprised. This was the first time he heard such a request.
"You'll know when you bring it back." Malloryt looked incomprehensible, and then hesitantly asked: "Well... is the little beauty in your team okay?"
"Old pervert, don't think about Annie all day long! Damn, you're old enough to be her father!" Regnar naturally knew who the little beauty Malolite was talking about, and this old gangster would ask every time they met. Ask about Annelotte.
At first Regnar thought he was caring about the seed members of the guild, but as he later got to know Malolite's character more deeply. Regnar couldn't help but begin to doubt the old guy's motives.
"You little bastard, I am his father! You just wait. If I really become your father-in-law, I will not torture you to death! I will not be the Sword Master of the Wind!" Malolite cursed in his heart, but on his lips He could only respond to Regnar indifferently, but he didn't dare to tell the truth at all.
Regnar was not to be outdone. As he rushed towards the mission destination, he kept arguing with Malolite until both of them could no longer hear each other's voice.
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The orc camp was very easy to find, and these simple-minded guys lit the campfire so brightly, as if they were afraid that Regnar would not find them.
Regnar hid in the dark and silently observed that four orcs were keeping vigil. They were sitting in a square shape around the campfire, and they were noisy and didn't know what they were saying in orc language. The other companions were snoring loudly in the tattered big tent, not affected by these four guys at all.
Regnar watched patiently. He was very relaxed now, without any sense of nervousness about the imminent battle. Villes had done a lot of training on his psychological quality before. For the current Regnar, even if a dagger suddenly appeared and was pierced between his eyebrows, he would not blink an eye.
Regnar thought over and over in his mind about emergency measures and escape routes. After confirming that everything was ready, he finally started his action.
Regnar slightly stimulated his fighting spirit. The deep black fighting spirit acted like a natural barrier in the dark night, which doubled Regnar's stealth ability. He walked lightly and made almost no sound.
The four orcs were already in front of them, but they were still noisy and did not notice Regner's approach at all.
The black shadow suddenly emerged from the shadows. He covered the mouth of the orc in front of him with his left hand to prevent him from making any sound. Then he waved his right hand, and three flying knives with strong fighting spirit accurately hit the throats of the other three orcs. . Then Regnar pulled out the stainless steel dagger from his waist and slit the throat of the orc in his hand.
All this happened in a second. Even though every orc was not mediocre, under Regnar's sharp and accurate surprise attack, all four orcs who were caught off guard were instantly killed.
Regnar gently put down the orc corpse in his hand, and then listened quietly. After making sure that there was no movement from the other orcs, he walked into the orcs' big tent with his dagger in hand.
The five orcs ended their lives in their sleep, and the bright red blood sprayed on the tent, forming several ferocious blood flowers.
Regnar calmly harvested the lives of the orcs. In his eyes, the sleeping orcs were like lambs waiting to be slaughtered. But he didn't have any mercy. Whenever he felt his heart wavered, he would force himself to think back to the scene when Silenus died tragically, and then he would turn into a cold and ruthless reaper of life again. Although this method is cruel, it is extremely effective. Now Regnar has a heart of steel when facing the enemy.
Regnar walked out gently and entered the second tent. His delicate face was covered with the blood sprayed by the orcs, making him look a little cold and terrifying.
Half a minute later, Regna walked out again. When he was about to harvest the third tent, a strange but unusually loud cry rang out. Then Regnar felt the commotion in the third tent.
"I'll make the game more difficult for you, otherwise it would be too boring if all these orcs were wiped out like this." Although he didn't see him, Malolite's voice clearly reached Regnar's ears.
"Old guy, you really cheat me every time!" Regnar was furious.