In any case, I never expected that it was just because the orc warrior Kentoya sprayed a few more corpse tincture oil, which turned hundreds of goblin warriors into firemen, and then turned into the entire Danma tribe. The fire was burning very much, forcing all the goblins in the cave nest, and the goblins were looking for exits in the fire.

Through the three-foot-thick ice wall, you can only see the fire on the other side of the cave soaring into the sky. The goblins inside crawled out of the stone cave and struggled to run towards the exit of the cave. Whether it was on fire or the goblins without fire on their bodies, they were crowded together. The fire spread on them. The corpse tincture oil with extremely strong combustion power could not be extinguished. Whether it was rolling on the ground, pouring water or burying the soil, there was no way to stop the burning of the tincture oil.

The fire in the cave became more and more intense. I could feel the other cave on the ice wall, like a big steamer. The heat waves gushing out from the depths of the cave made the ice wall melt quickly. The orc team led by Kalancho and I stood outside the huge ice wall. We could see the goblins who escaped from the cave wall village in an extremely clear way, pressing their bodies against the ice wall, showing a happy expression on their faces.

Most of the escaping goblins had burns on their bodies, but they didn't seem to be in a hurry to break through the ice wall. They just scrambled to stick their bodies to the ice wall and enjoyed the coolness for that moment. It was obvious that the fire inside the cave was still increasing and the temperature was getting higher and higher. I needed to constantly use the "condensation" magic pattern array to stabilize the ice wall in front of me.

Even so, the huge ice wall that sealed the entire hole continued to melt, and the ice water kept flowing down from the ice wall, forming small puddles, and some goblins even jumped directly into the puddle. A large number of goblins were crowded near the ice wall, and they were crowded together like mountains. The hideous faces were pressed against the ice wall, with abominable faces, and various body forms, ugly faces, looking out of the ice layer in panic.

...

At this time, the orc warriors finally got a chance to breathe at this time. They leaned against the wall, paying attention to the situation on the other side of the ice wall, and talking about the battle just now. Some people were talking about how brave they were, while others were worried that they should not be timid in the battle.

These orc warriors all seemed very excited and communicated with each other, because everyone had almost hunted some goblins, and those orc warriors who had depression became much more comfortable. Experienced orc warriors would also instruct: Don't use those goblins as orcs, they are a group of low-level creatures, a group of low-level creatures, a machine for making dung. Once they are given a chance to live, they might turn around and kill again with swords. They are a group of low-level creatures abandoned by the gods with despicable character.

The younger orc warriors calmed down when they heard this argument.

Orc warriors must go through such a baptism of war to continue to grow. These orcs who came out of the wasteland were bent over by a difficult life in the Green Empire. The half-herding and half-hunting life in Xinliu Valley did not restore their wildness on the wasteland, but instead made their lives more comfortable.

Only through more battles can these brave and warlike orcs make their hands holding the sword no longer tremble before the battle, and let them not close their eyes because of fear when they see the sharp axe slashing down on their heads. Only then can they stir up their wrists when the long sword pierces into the enemy's body, and let them face death calmly and fearlessly.

The other orcs in this team were in a stable mental state, only the orc warrior Kentoya had a complicated expression. After he ran out of the nest area of ​​the Danma tribe cave with the fuel tank on his back, his eyes became a little straight, and he was always muttering something in his mouth, and he was in a daze.

Perhaps when I was just spraying the flames, I could not bear it in my heart when I saw hundreds of goblins struggling in the flames.

Kalancho squatted in front of the orc warrior Kentoya, holding the simple and honest orc warrior's head with both hands, pressing his forehead against his forehead, and constantly comforting him in orc words. A look of pain appeared on Kentoya's face. Compared with those male orcs, the orc women warriors were more calm. They sat around, drinking water silently, chatting, and consuming as much physical strength as possible.

One of the older beast girls ran to Kalancho, and after a few whispers in her ear, he ran away quickly.

Kalancho was a little hesitant, but in the end he waved to the beast warrior.

At this time, the older beast warrior was no longer the older beast warrior, but a young beast warrior with dark skin with a dim skin. Her eyes were big. When she passed by me, she smiled shyly at me, revealing a row of white teeth. She walked gently to Kalancho and squatted down.

Kalancho let go of Kentoya's head, smiled and nodded at the young orc girl, and then whispered a few more words to Kentoya. The honest and honest orc warrior nodded, as if he agreed, and then Kalancho stood up and left.

The orc girl took over Kalancho's position, gently pulled the orc warrior Kentoya up, then removed the oil barrel on his back, put it aside, held his hand, and walked into the depths of the dark cave.

I originally wanted to go over and remind them that in such dark caves, I must be careful of the goblins lurking in the dark patrol, but I was stopped by Kalancho. Obviously, she felt that it seemed a bit out of place for me to pass by at this time.

I asked Kalancho who came back: "What are they doing? Why don't you stop me? How dangerous it is to run out at this time!"

Kalancho stood beside me and looked at me seriously and said, "Maca went to help Kentoya. His 'sequences of war' are very serious. Only women's comfort can help him recover. Although these orc children finally grew up, they have not experienced the harsh life on the wasteland, and their hearts cannot be as hard as stones."

Then she asked me curiously: "Aren't you afraid to see those goblins die?"

"I used to kill the gray dwarf in the wasteland!" I smiled faintly, then patted the Shura battle axe standing on the ground, and said to her: "I am the most famous falcon in El City. How could it affect me if I kill a few goblins just?

After hearing this, the goblin Jijiro, whose body suddenly shook violently. It curled up in the shadow of the stone wall, widened its eyes and looked at the dying goblins struggling on the other side of the ice wall. Their face was extremely complicated, and the expressions on their faces were constantly twisted, and all kinds of expressions were entangled. The look of my eyes was like looking at a big demon.

Kalancho said to me with a complicated expression: "I really don't know what you experienced in your childhood. It seems that even the god of death cannot get close to you!"

The goblin Gigiro squatted aside, shrinking his body tighter, burying the fear in his eyes deep into his arms.

...

I originally wanted these orc warriors to recover their strength and start a new round of cleaning activities, but the change happened at this moment.

The goblins on the other side of the ice wall began to have difficulty breathing. Almost all the goblins looked purple and blue, and they touched their throats with one hand, gasping violently. Some goblins put their heads into the puddle, some goblins were scratching the thick ice with their hands, and some goblins were plucking the rock wall, wanting to put their mouths on the gaps in the rock wall, but more goblins were struggling unnecessary.

The terrifying suffocation finally came to this village after the fire ignited by the corpse tinder oil sucked all the oxygen dry.

As the fire gradually faded, the rolling smoke filled the entire goblin village. The goblins who were originally alive turned from struggling around to lie on the ground and twitching in a flash. Finally, their hunched bodies stretched out, and their faces became calm, as if they were asleep.

However, the painting style here is a bit weird, the tangled zombies piled up into mountains on the other side of the ice wall.

Through the ice wall, all the faces of sleeping goblins were seen, and a lifeless and terrifying atmosphere filled the entire cave. The Danma tribe, with a population of over 10,000, became a dead and silent place.

The orc warriors who were originally joking loudly all fell silent, and everyone's mood became very heavy.

The ice wall that blocked us from the goblin warriors began to melt slowly, and various cracks continued to appear under the smoke of the rolling smoke. The smoke emerged from the cracks of the slowly melting ice wall and continued to float outside along the top of the cave wall. The cracks appeared in the ice wall, and the air inside began to flow slowly. The thick smoke continued to float to higher places along the wind in the cave.

Without my mana support, the ice wall began to gradually fall apart, and huge ice cubes fell off the ice wall.

Without the barrier of the ice wall, the cave has been restored to good ventilation. Just waiting for the thick smoke inside to dissipate, we can go in and clean the battlefield.

According to Gigiro, this large goblin tribe would have a goblin king. Usually, the people of the tribe would offer valuable things to their king in exchange for food and various rewards, and the goblin king also had his own treasure house.

Victory in the battle means that there will be some gains.

...

The young female orc warrior took Kentoya's hand and walked out of the darkness. There was a flush on her face, while Kentoya was energetic. Although she was a little tired, her spirit was restored to her best. The two people joined the orc team, and some orc warriors cast envious eyes at Kentoya.

I thought: Sure enough, that the miscellaneous book is right, the breasts of the beast girls are the harbor for the orc warriors to shelter their hearts.

Seeing that the orc warriors became a little depressed, Kalancho stood up from me, took a tower shield made of iron wood, and then rhythmically tapped the shield with the back of her two-handed sword.

"Ba...ba...ba...bapa!"

The orc warriors sitting around heard the sound of Kalancho knocking on the shield, all raised their heads one after another, and looked at Kalancho in a confused manner.

They knew that the leader Kalancho had something to say, and the surroundings became quiet.

After the ice wall collapsed, it fell on the huge ice cube nearby. Kalancho jumped flexibly, and the sword in his hands was inserted into the ground in front. Then she asked the orc warriors in front of her: "Will the wind wolf on the wasteland cry because of the death of the demon antelope? Or do you feel sorry for the hardships of the demon antelope, so you don't hunt them and eat grass instead?"

The upright orc warriors, some shook their heads, and some said, "No!"

Kalancho shouted coldly: "If you want to pity the prey in front of you or pity the goblins, then just go back to the coal yard of El City and starve to death!"

The orc warrior was completely confused by Kalancho's words and stared at Kalancho. Kalancho pulled away half of his body armor with one hand, revealing his plump chest. Her skin showed the color of wheat and was full of luster.

At this time, she was more like a fanatical believer. She clenched her fists and patted her chest, and shouted to the orc warriors: "Every warrior who comes here with me has the blood of the wolf god in her body. Every wolf is the best hunter on the grassland, and they keep hunting all their lives."

"Why do we sad for those prey, why? They are the food in our mouths. Hunting them is for our survival. We stand at the top of the food chain from the day we are born. This is the law of survival in nature."

"Look at what you... are cowardly doing, when did the orc warrior become as cowardly as a child, tell me, what about your courage? Where are your beliefs?"

"They don't know how to be grateful, it's not our fault for killing them!"

"Because of the food we provide to them, their tribes are growing constantly, but what are they doing? They are thinking all day long about how to plunder our wealth? These disgusting dwarfs must die!"

The orc warriors stood up from the ground and surrounded Kalancho. Like some fanatical believers, they pulled the buttons of their leather armor with their hands, opened the hard leather armor, exposed the strong chest inside, and kept tapping with their hands, following Kalancho's voice, "Must die! Must die! Must die!"

...

The burnt smell of the corpses, the smell of cooked goblins, the smell of fishy internal organs, and the smell of cracked limestone choking the throat, the mixture made the cave extremely strange. Even the orcs who were never afraid of the stinky smell had to cover their faces with a scarf.

The strong orcs used their short spear to clear out the burned goblin corpses and cleaned up a path for people to walk.

We had no interest in the broken copper and iron in the hands of the goblins. We asked Gigiro to lead the way in front and return to the cave nest of the Danma tribe. The more we walked inside, the more tragic the scene we saw. The wreckage of the goblins that were burned to the point of only some bones were stuck on the rocky ground like black marks, and there was nothing left except the marks.

When we arrived at the entrance of the tunnel where we crawled up, we saw a tall goblin standing in the center of the pile of corpses in bronze armor. He held a huge mace in one hand, a scepter in the other hand, a golden crown on his head, and a pile of dead bones. His body was burned into a pile of dead bones, but the armor still stood in the center of the scene.

The flames of the corpse tincture oil did not melt the armor. It seemed that this armor material must have a certain amount of magic red copper mixed.

It should be the king of the goblins of the Danma Tribe, but unfortunately we died in the fire before we even met.

Orc warriors began to enter the stone wall nests, constantly throwing out the corpses of the goblins who suffocated and died in the nest. There were few magic red copper and red copper mines in these stone wall nests. The orc warriors collected them for a long time and only found a small pile. It seemed that the goblins were famous for being poor, and this was not true at all.

Moreover, the orc warriors climbed over the rock wall and entered the nest to search for supplies. It was very difficult. Seeing this, Kalancho once again pulled Jijiro at the other end of the rope without hesitation, pinching its neck with one hand, and not letting it speak at all. He slapped Gijiro's face into swollen.

This slap for no reason made Gigiro scream.

Before Kalancho asked, he heard the goblin Jigiro wailingly begging for mercy: "I said! Don't hit me, don't hit me, I said everything... I know where the treasures of their tribe are hidden. I can dig out the treasures for you, please don't hit me!"
Chapter completed!