The Seven Gods of War of the Orc Alliance are the seven saint-level powerhouses of the Orc Alliance. Without exception, they are all warriors.
These seven are basically the leaders of various tribes, and one of them, Gnison, is Gruul's biological brother.
Rogge saw the two sides confronting each other for a while. Matilda and Charles slowly retreated, and the Orc Alliance did not pursue them.
If there is no fighting between the saint-level experts, if the speed difference between the two sides is not much different and there are no other strange abilities, it will be difficult to stop one side if it wants to leave.
This shows that neither Gruul nor the Seven Gods of War have the ability to "retain people". Otherwise, with such a good opportunity, they would definitely be surrounded and killed. I don't know whether Charles can escape, but Matilda will definitely tell them where they are.
Matilda and Charles retreated, Gruul's figure also disappeared in mid-air, and the Seven Warlords dispersed, leaving only a lean orc guarding the sky.
Rogge noticed his glance and concentrated on maintaining the sword concealment technique, and couldn't help but feel nervous.
Fortunately, the orc just glanced past him and his eyes did not stop on him. It seemed that the sword concealment technique was really useful. Even the eyes of the saint could be deceived from a long distance.
Rogge thought for a moment and landed temporarily.
"Brother, what's wrong?" Ofina, who was smoothing Silver Horn's hair, asked curiously.
"There are powerful people watching from the sky." Rogge took out the Thousand-Change Magic Box, "Nana, can this enhance my concealment ability?"
"Okay, you can activate it to change it to the color of the sky, and then use the sword concealment technique. Or you can turn into a bird and fly around pretending to be."
When Rogge heard this, he suddenly understood and immediately activated the Magic Box.
I saw two wisps of black smoke overflowing from the magic box, entangled with each other and floating upward.
Rogge held the box and thought, and the black smoke immediately changed direction and surrounded his body.
Rogge carefully manipulated the black smoke to change its form. After a while, an upright... vulture appeared in front of everyone.
"Brother, the bird you turned into is so ugly!" Ofina said in disgust.
"Brother Rogge is so smart. After a battle, the most common bird in the sky is the vulture. In this way, you can fly in the sky with arrogance." Roya Farah said with a slight voice.
Ofina trembled all over and stared at Roya Farah with big eyes, "Can you speak properly? It's a bit disgusting."
"The most important thing is that Brother Rogge likes to listen." Roya Farah said with a sweet smile on her face.
"Brother, do you like to hear it?"
Ofina turned around to ask, only to find that her good brother had already escaped. She raised her face and curled her lips.
The smelly brother is flying so ugly!
In the sky, Rogge learned to fly as a bird for the first time. He not only had to control the frequency and amplitude of the transformed wings, but also the speed and attitude of the flight, which was a bit awkward. But it was just like a vulture that had just feasted on the battlefield, and it did not arouse the enemy's suspicion.
The strong orc who was monitoring in mid-air just glanced at Rogge and made no move.
Rogge calmed down and scouted forward.
…
after one day.
"Silly Bird" Renata looked at Rogge who started cooking for everyone just after landing, and felt that this leader was really great.
They traveled into the territory of the Orc Alliance for the whole day without encountering an enemy. They only had to follow the "vultures" flying in the sky. It was simply easier than the previous adventures.
Simmons, who had tasted Rogge's craftsmanship, had been standing by the pot early in the morning and said with a smile: "Captain Rogge, what kind of treasure is that of yours? Can it also turn into a bird?"
"Keep it secret." Rogge said calmly.
"Oh, I'm just asking, don't mind. Is it ripe? It smells so good!"
"Ready. But shouldn't you have dinner with Captain Melifa?"
"Hey, you're out of sight. Besides, I don't have a big appetite, and I'm smaller than your sister...ahem!" Simons received Ophina's hungry glance, and shrank his neck and closed his mouth.
"Let's get some food." Rogge said with a smile.
"Okay! I'll make it for two people. Melifa is really tired, so she needs to eat more, hehehehe."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk." Ofina shook her head, "If you like that old woman, just tell her."
"What do you like? What do you like?" Simmons blew his beard and stared, "Little girl, don't think that just because you are pretty and cute, you can talk nonsense!"
Ophina was stunned for a moment when she heard this, and Simmons took the opportunity to sneak away, not giving the girl a chance to grab the food.
"Melifa, I just brought the rice from Rogge, eat it while it's hot..."
Rogge looked at the man who looked like an uncle's version of Lunt and couldn't help but shook his head.
"So Uncle Undermeier is also here to serve the meal?" Rogge asked Undermeier, who had been standing beside him for a long time.
"Oh, I heard from An An that your cooking is delicious, and you even accepted her as your apprentice. I came here specifically to have a look."
"Are you satisfied with me as a teacher?"
"Satisfied!" Andermeier nodded repeatedly.
"Uncle, just tell me if you have anything to say." Rogge said.
"Take a step to talk?"
Rogge nodded and said to Roya Farah: "Little Farah, take care of it for me."
"Okay." Roya Farah took the spoon.
Rogge and Undermeier came to the open space outside the camp.
"Uncle, tell me."
"Roger, you said that we should go around to the northwest of the camp, but this is not the direction of the detour." Andermeier said.
"Oh? How did you find out?" Rogge asked curiously.
"I have been wandering around for so many years, and I have never lost my way. We have been walking southwest today. At first glance, it seems that we are going northwest of the camp, but if you think about it carefully, your destination is not in that direction at all."
"Because you said that the camp is connected to a large area and reaches Cartagena. Do we have to bypass Cartagena? This is unrealistic. To get to the northwest of the camp, the best way is to go north first and start from the north. Go around, this route is much closer and safer.”
"You are so smart that you would not have thought of this. The only explanation is that you lied before."
After listening to Andermeier's explanation, Rogge nodded, "That's right."
"Why?" Undermeier asked in confusion, "Are you afraid that there are spies from the Orc Alliance in the team? This is unlikely."
"It's not a spy of the Orc Alliance." Rogge paused, but after all he didn't tell Andermeier more. "Anyway, Uncle Andermeier, I do plan to sneak into the southwest of the camp. Please help me keep this secret."
"You trust me so much?" Andermeier asked.
"Your daughter, An'an, stood in front of my sister Ofina desperately when she was in danger, so I believe you. And... I have some way to make sure that you are okay."
"This girl..." Andermeier sighed and suddenly stopped, "So you can 'see' something and confirm that there is a mole in the team?"
"So be it."
Andermeier was silent for a moment and said, "Okay, I understand. From now on, I will just follow him and won't ask any more questions, so as not to reveal his whereabouts."
"Well, thank you very much, uncle."
"Haha." Andermeier patted Rogge on the shoulder, "Maybe you will have to call me dad in the future. You are such an outstanding boy, and there are many women around you."
Roger smiled awkwardly.
There are many girls around him, and they are all beautiful, but Rogge is not a scumbag bulldozer, otherwise he would not be winked and ridiculed by his good friend Lunt.
"Don't worry, uncle, I won't harm your daughter. I should go, otherwise Nana will be angry." Rogge patted Andermeier on the shoulder with his backhand and returned to the camp.
Looking at the back of the young man who was not very stalwart but seemed to be carrying a heavy burden, Andermeier said to himself: "I do think you ruined An An."
…
The next day, the team still moved forward under Rogge's guidance and still encountered no enemy.
The team members felt that these two days had been as relaxing as an outing, and even the atmosphere during dinner was much more relaxed.
Kawaju held a wine gourd in his hand and asked Rogge while sipping, "Hey, how long will it take for us to reach our destination?"
"Oh, it will take about three more days. You will have to walk more slowly in the next few days."
"Really? Can you hurry up? My hands are itchy and I'm in a hurry to set fire." Kawaju spread his palms, and a cluster of flames ignited, and then he clenched his fist fiercely, sparks flying.
"I'll try my best. Don't worry, I'm more anxious than you are."
"What are you in a hurry for?"
"Emergency to save people."
…
On the third day after setting off, the team finally encountered a small obstacle. A large group of goblins appeared on the only way.
There were about five hundred goblins in this group, most of them were strong and considered to be tough men among the goblins, and a few of them looked gentle and gentle.
Rogge felt that this group of goblins was unusual, so after he scouted out that there were no other enemies around, he decided to take action.
In this way, Rogge's team's first battle deep into the territory of the Orc Alliance began.
It ended quickly too.
This group of goblins is not the enemy of Rogge's team, which is all senior and above, but they are completely different from the cannon fodder troops. They show no signs of disintegration and will fight to the end.
Especially the degree of protection for those gentle Goblins was surprisingly high. This made Rogge very curious and ordered them to be kept alive.
"Whoa!" Alvarez neatly cut the throat of the last strong goblin, and the battle came to an end.
Alva threw the four still-living goblins to Rogge with both hands, clapped his hands and said: "Captain Rogge, all the survivors you want are here. But how do you want to ask questions? There are so many people in the team. No one can understand the goblins."
"Oh, there's no need to worry about that." Rogge knelt down and looked directly into the eyes of one of the youngest goblins, feeling a strong sense of fear. "Nana and I both speak Goblin."
"Ah? This... you are really powerful." Alva murmured.
Goblin is recognized as one of the most difficult languages to learn, second only to ancient Elvish, and Goblin is very ugly. Therefore, except for interrogators in the army, there are almost no people in the empire who learn Goblin.
But the first money Rogge earned when he was a child was spent on buying books to teach Goblin language. For no other reason, Ofina's parents died at the hands of Goblins, so the two brothers and sisters will one day meet each other. Dealing with goblins.
After all, only by learning Goblin language can you understand what they howled before they died.
