With that, Zelin handed Lisa Riel a bomb filled with gray dust. The latter frowned and looked at the palm-sized iron ball in her hand. After watching for a few seconds, she raised her head.

"What is this?"

"I call it the Day of Serekania." Zelin explained. "If you are in danger of getting out of the way, or if you have to temporarily lose sight of several orcs, you can throw this bomb at the enemy’s feet, and then remember not to stare in that direction after throwing it out. Otherwise you will become blind with the orcs."

This didn't solve Lisa Riel's doubts, but rather made her more confused.

"What is this?"

"Pre-war preparations." Zelin ran his fingers across his belt. After roughly confirming that the potions, bombs, and throwing knives were in the correct positions, he gestured to Lisa Riel for invitation. "Your subordinates are still waiting."

"Yes, we have to hurry up." Lisa Riel nodded and put the day of Serekania in the small leather bag around her waist. "There will be three hours before dawn. At that time, the orcs in the Norn Castle will send a patrol here. We must complete the plan before the patrol arrives. Once you get caught up, don't get rid of the orcs. Back to the canyon, if we are found there, we really have nowhere to go."

According to Lisa Riel's plan, she would sneak into it first. As a Norn, she knows the structure and topography of this fishing village very well. After she fires the fire in the village, other people ambushing outside the village will solve the enemies on the periphery and rescue the slaves. Just like Lisa Riel said, this action must be successful. Successive failures will destroy the will of a group of people. There must be a success to re-encourage morale and confidence. Originally, Zelin suggested that she tell her the map, and then the demon hunter tried to sneak in. But Lisa Riel refused, and she thought it would be better to leave it to her.

Looking at the small fishing village from a distance, the past can no longer be seen, only the drying racks on the lakeside dock that have not been dismantled. A stone gate is being erected on both sides of the muddy trail. Under the command of the orc supervisor, the human slaves will remove the stones from the trailer and pile them on the unfinished city wall. The scaffolding was full of slaves dragging their tired bodies to work, and from time to time the overseer's raps and whips sounded. There are bonfires in the village. Orcs gather in twos and threes. A towering wooden tower rises up in the middle of the village, and five crossbowmen stand on it, whose sight can cover the whole village.

He waited for a while, but did not wait for the fire, but saw something else.

"What is that...?"

The demon hunter’s gaze noticed that at the entrance of the village, a sturdy figure over two meters tall came out. At first, he thought he had misunderstood. An ogre or an orc who has developed beyond the usual level can reach this point. At a height of this level, he soon realized that he was wrong. The barbs embedded in the armor are like spider legs growing out of the back. Compared with the tight iron armor of the upper body, the robes on the lower body sway slightly as they move. Zelin couldn't see his face. The thick helmet covered most of his head, leaving only his eyes and mouth exposed. He stood in front of the village and looked around, said something to the orc chief beside him, then turned and walked back to the village. The chief called the nearby captain to his side and began to give orders to them.

If he read it right, the figure that just walked out should be a human.

A human, leading an orc?

The figure of a black-armored knight immediately appeared in his mind.

The distance was too far, the sky was too dark, and the orc's cover, he couldn't see whether the opponent was wearing armor similar to a black knight. But a human, or a humanoid creature giving orders to an orc?

He lowered his body, moved between the bunker and the bushes, and approached the village while avoiding the sentry's gaze.

No fire, no riots.

Everything is normal.

"Wait." A Norn suddenly stuck his head out of the grass beside him. "What are you going to do? Didn't you hear what Lisa Riel said? Wait here for her signal and don't draw attention."

"Did you see the figure walking out just now?"

"What figure?"

"Wait here, if." Zelin considered in his mind, he could no longer increase the doubts in these people's hearts. "If you see a red flame flying in the sky, don't enter the village again and leave as soon as possible."

"Why?" the Norn asked in confusion. "What did you see, Ranger?"

"I'm not sure." Zelin sighed. "Now, go tell others."

"What the **** are you talking about, Ranger?"

"Do as I say, hurry up."

Without waiting for the Nuoren's response, Zelin continued to cautiously touch the village. When the Black Gate fell, a black-armored knight appeared. After the fall of Norn, there will also be a black-armored knight here? Who are these black knights?

If they can order the orcs, then who is ordering them?

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The sky is getting darker.

The dim moonlight was blocked behind the dark clouds, and the twilight before dawn enveloped the land like a thick black curtain, and the eyes of the demon hunter couldn't see clearly in such a dark place. Zelin has already felt the importance of potions more than once. Without these potions, he didn't know how difficult the battle of the demon hunter would be. When the side effects of the cat potion faded away, Zelin slowly opened his eyes, then rolled his head. A patrol team passed by, and the weak light of the torch turned into a dazzling white light in his eyes.

Maybe he should go to Tishaya when he has time and ask her to help improve the potion.

After the patrol disappeared on the other side of the fishing village, he stood up and looked towards the fishing village. An hour has passed, but the fishing village is still silent, everything is normal, but it is the most abnormal place. Maybe Lisa Riel was delayed by something. Zelin didn't know what was going on inside. If Lisa Riel was discovered, there could be no movement in the fishing village.

Suddenly, he heard a cry.

"Ranger, ranger!"

He looked in the direction where the sound came from, and didn't see any figures.

"Where are you looking? Look, here, hurry up!"

His gaze moved downward, and he noticed a wooden stick lying on the ground. No, it's not a stick, it's a figure tied into a zongzi. The figure kept shaking, like a fish dying of thirst.

"Range, come closer, if you want to know where the slaves are held inside, come here quickly."

After two steps forward, Zelin finally saw clearly what the figure squirming on the ground was. A short orc had his hands tied behind his back and was tied to a wooden stake. He thought this was a human at first, because the orc was too thin and had a hunched back. Even if he stood up straight, he would not be taller than an ordinary person. The yellow-green skin clings to the bones, and the overall look is not wider than the wooden stake behind him.

"I see you, ranger, those cunning slaves want to catch you, they must be doing it."

Zelin drew his dagger and pressed it against the orc's neck, who immediately bit the tip of his tongue and forced himself to close his mouth.

"It's not a good choice to see an enemy who is sneaking in and shout out."

The orc's face stiffened, and then he showed a look filled with righteous indignation. "Oh, bastard, then you kill me! You will not succeed, and every orc here will know that the warnings of the weirdos made them detect human attacks in advance and survived as a result, and you will never May succeed!"

Zelin raised his eyebrows unexpectedly, not because of the other party's words, but because it is rare to see such an awe-inspiring expression on an orc face.

"Well, that's as you wish."

"Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no! I was joking, okay? I was joking!" The orc immediately put on a pleasing expression on his face, enough to make Novigrad the most talented The comedian is ashamed. "I won't tell others that you sneaked in to save the slaves, right? I can help you as long as you cut the rope. Ratbag knows where humans are held, and you will be found when you walk in, But no one would doubt when I walked in. I can walk to the cage and pull the guard away. Yes, the two big heads guarding the cage tonight are not very bright. I will lead people away and you will save them. How about ?"

Zelin looked around, and after confirming that there was no new patrol nearby, he squatted down and stared into the orc's eyes.

"Weirdo? Ratbag?"

"It's all the same."

"Okay, weird." Zelin retracted the dagger from the beard of the orc. "Since your head is so brilliant, why are you imprisoned here?"

"I want to challenge the chief here, who is the new king appointed by the black tower, when the human castle is attacked."

As he said, it took a sip.

"This is not fair. I was the first person to run into the castle hall. I am the one who is qualified to be King Norn. I am not a stupid Gemlo with rotten fish in his head. I proposed to it. A fair challenge, but it ordered others to throw me here as a slave!"

"Black Tower?" Zelin squinted his eyes, and the grinded metal-like pupils in the dark night caused the strange guy to shrink his neck. "Who is that?"

"The Dark Knight Tal, the evil Tal, the Tower of the Demon Lord, he has countless titles, his body swells as if he is about to squeeze himself out of the crevices of the armor, but there is no Tal the Justice."

The freak spit on the ground again.

"He only knows to kill humans, kill orcs, kill wild beasts, kill ogres, otherwise how could he appoint Gemlo to be the king? This stupid pig just hammered a few more enemies to death while attacking the city. It’s just to tear a crazy beast. In war, the mind is the most important thing. Ratbagh found a secret passage leading to the castle before the war, and when they smashed through the castle gate, I was already sitting. Waiting on the throne of the castle. Shouldn't a smart person like me be more qualified to be a king?"

It shook his head again, and Zelin was convinced that his saliva production was several times that of his muscles.