"Brother Rogge, this is the youngest, is it okay?" Luoyafala asked.
Her voice also changed, becoming soft and waxy, exactly like a shy little girl.
"Okay." Rogge looked at the little girl in front of him and remembered how she looked when he first met Ofina, and couldn't help but touched Roya Farah's head.
"Wow!" A loud shout came from the side, and Ofina inserted herself between the two of them like a gust of wind, pointing at Roya Farah's forehead and saying, "You, you, you, you actually did this to seduce your brother, you are so shameless. La!"
Roya Farah turned her head to the side and winked, and when she turned back, her eyes were filled with tears, her mouth was flat, her shoulders were shrugging, and she was sobbing silently.
Ofina was deceived by her image as a little girl, and she immediately felt that she had committed a crime, and her tone immediately softened, "Don't cry, I won't talk about you anymore."
Rogge took the opportunity to explain: "I have to take little Farah to the orc camp to lay a spatial mark. When she becomes smaller, I can use the Thousand-Change Magic Box and Sword Invisibility to hide her."
"Well... that's it." Ofina smiled apologetically at Roya Farah, "I'm sorry, I scared you. But your body has become smaller, so why has your brain become dumber?"
Roya Farah quickly hid behind Rogge, stuck out her little head and looked at Ofina warily, as if she was looking at a bad woman who often bullied her.
Ofina curled her lips, "Brother, don't spoil her just because she's little. She's much older than us combined!"
Roya Farah blinked and pretended not to understand.
Ofina felt a little relieved. If she had said that Roya Farah was stupid and old, she would have jumped up and used the "idiot" attack, and maybe there would have been a fight. There is no reaction now. Is it true that intelligence is getting lower with body size?
However, now that the matter was serious, Ofina had no time or desire to pursue the matter, and told Rogge: "Brother, you have to be careful. If you are exposed, run away quickly."
"knew."
Roya Farah opened her mouth to say something, but held it back and tried her best to act like a fool who had lost her wits.
Ofina stood up on tiptoes and pecked the corner of Rogge's lips, pretending to glance at Roya Farah inadvertently, "Then go ahead and be more honest with your hands. You can't bully a fool."
"I know." Rogge smiled and rubbed the girl's head.
Ofina continued to do her business. As soon as she left, Roya Farah stretched out her arms towards Rogge, "Brother Rogge, give me a hug."
Rogge was amused, squatted down and said, "Okay, little Farah, how can I not know whether you have become stupid or not?"
Rogge saw the mutual acting skills of Ophina and Roya Farah, not even a single detail was missed. It can only be said that girls are born actors. These two girls can win the best performance award in the Holy Kingdom of Summoners. .
"Hehe." Roya Farah smiled slyly, "You would like it more if it was cuter."
The girl who looked like a little girl had rippling eyes, which made Rogge speechless for a long time.
Roya Farah sighed softly.
——Am I too impatient? But seeing you two kissing with my own eyes, I couldn’t help it.
"Brother Rogge, it's time for us to leave." The girl covered up the affection in her eyes and said softly.
"Yes." Rogge picked up Roya Farah. She was so small that it was effortless to hold her up.
The Magic Box of Changes was activated, and with the black smoke covering it, Rogge hugged the girl in his arms tighter.
Roya Farah was even more direct, clinging to Rogge like an octopus, stretching her neck and saying in his ear what she had failed to say just now while pretending to be stupid: "Brother Rogge, don't be afraid, I will protect you. "
The girl was very close to him, very close, and her hot and moist breath touched his ears and the side of his face, making his heart shudder. Coupled with the subtle touch of the delicate lips on the side of the face, the special body fragrance that is different from humans, and the soft body close to him in his arms, Rogge's eyes were confused for a moment.
It seems that Roya Farah has transformed from a sizzling girl into a little fairy!
Rogge suddenly pinched his waist, trading the pain for clarity, pressing Roya Farah's little head to his chest, and then concentrated on using the sword concealment technique to wrap the two of them together.
"Little Farah, we're leaving."
"OK."
Rogge slowly took off, focusing on hiding.
The strong man above the camp changed. Now the distance was closer, and Rogge could see clearly that it was an orc woman.
She crossed her arms in front of her chest and glanced around with cold eyes. She carried two strange-looking daggers on her back.
Rogge recognized her at just one glance. One of the Seven Gods of War in the Orc Alliance, "Cold Edge Double Blade" Shiva.
Rogge couldn't help but slow down even more, because Shiva was an assassin. Although she was not an assassin but a frontal combat type, her perception must be stronger than that of martial saints from other professions.
Sensing that Rogge was becoming more cautious, Roya Farah stopped making small moves, stopped rubbing her body in small increments, and stayed close to Rogge, always ready to protect him.
Rogge gradually approached the camp at a speed that was not much faster than walking. Whenever Siva's eyes glanced at her, he stopped and waited, looked past and continued to move forward.
After two hours of this, Rogge finally reached the top of the camp, and then he found that he could only move forward at a crawling speed.
It is said that the Nalan Empire was martial, but it was actually forced out by the Orc Alliance over hundreds of years.
The "folk customs" of the orcs are even more fierce. In addition to invading the empire, conflicts between various tribes have never stopped. Even the presence of fierce men like Great Chief Gruul cannot change it.
Therefore, the Orc Alliance is more chaotic than the Empire, with more battles and more strong people.
The chiefs of the eight most powerful tribes of the orcs are Gruul and the Seven Gods of War. The chiefs of the other large and small tribes are all strong men at the martial king level, because the tribes without the king-level chiefs have disappeared in the conflict.
There were all strong men below. At this moment, Rogge was like a lamb that had strayed into a pack of wolves. Fortunately, the wolves had not discovered him yet.
Just next to the siege equipment, there was a Martial Saint guarded by three Martial Kings. It was not easy to get close.
Besides, the moving speed is too slow.
The camp stretches all the way to Cartagena and is very large. The fire points planned by Rogge are far apart. I am afraid that I will not be able to complete the preliminary plan even after "climbing" for a whole day.
There is another problem that cannot be solved. The consumption of sword concealment is greater than the recovery amount of taking potions. It is impossible to climb up all day long.
what to do? Rogge's mind was spinning rapidly. Was he really going to fail at the most difficult step?
While Rogge was thinking, Shiva's eyes glanced over again, and the young man felt the delicate body in his arms tighten, as if he was... getting ready to go.
A warning sign rose in Rogge's heart. This time, Shiva did not ignore them, but stared in the direction of the two of them, slowly unsheathing her swords.
Found!
Rogge was about to escape, but gave up the idea in time.
The reason is simple. If Shiva discovers them, will she slowly draw her sword? Didn't you loudly warn the strong men in the camp while rushing over?
Sure enough, Shiva stared at the two of them and said, "Gnison, if you don't keep a close watch on Desa Shaman, why did you come to me?"
Shiva spoke Orc language, and Rogge also knew it and could understand it.
Gurnessen? Isn't that Gruul's brother?
Rogge had a flash of understanding, slowly turned sideways and looked around, and found a male orc approaching.
Even among orcs who are generally tall and strong, he is considered a big guy. His muscles can be described as criss-crossing, making him look like a ferocious beast.
It turned out that what Shiva was staring at was not him, but Gnison behind him.
Genison looked frivolously at Siva up and down, and said with a smile: "Siva, how can old man Desana be as good-looking as you? Yesterday was not too fun, how about we find a place to have fun?"
"Haha, Gurnessen, you are just a useful tool in my eyes. Don't think that just because you are in my bed, you really treat me as your property. You are not worthy!"
"Ah, yes, yes." Gnison nodded repeatedly like a rogue, "But Shiva, this tool of mine should be very easy to use, right? You were very satisfied yesterday, weren't you? Your voice was hoarse. Are you going to use it now?"
"Gnison, do you think you won't be able to make tools in the future?" Shiva said coldly.
"Tsk, tsk, I just like your cold look, it's so delicious!"
"Whoosh!" A flying knife shot out. Gurnison grinned and held it with one hand, letting the sharp blade cut his palm.
"Hahaha, I also like the way you fight when you disagree!" Gurnison laughed, "You have to let me make tools again after you finish the fight!"
Shiva didn't answer, she drew out both swords and fought with Gurnison.
Just as the two started talking, Rogge had quietly landed in the camp.
Rogge once again lamented that the concealment ability of the Sword Hidden Technique and the Thousand Transformations Magic Box was not exposed under the eyes of two saint-level powerhouses.
This Gnison is really good enough. How can he not annoy Siva when he goes into heat while she is "on duty"?
But judging from the way he calmly faced Shiva's fierce attack, I'm afraid his strength is even higher than Shiva's.
"Hell's Crazy Blade" Gurnison is indeed worthy of his reputation.
Siva was not a vegetarian either. All her moves were aimed at the vital points, without holding back at all, and she even took great care of Gurnison's crotch.
Gurnison had to work hard to avoid losing the capital that became a tool.
The fight between the two saint-level powerhouses was quite lively, attracting onlookers from the orcs. They spread the word from one to another, and soon a large number of orc warriors gathered on the ground, roaring and shouting, and it was very lively.
More than a dozen Martial King-level chiefs and the other three of the Seven Gods of War also came to join in the fun. Judging from their gearing up, they seemed to want to go up and have a fight themselves.
A fight between "couples" quickly turned into a grand "social event". This situation may only occur in the Orc Alliance.
Rogge witnessed this transformation with his own eyes and was ecstatic.
The orc army is not as disciplined as the imperial army. Bustling means chaos, and this chaos should not end for a while.
It’s just the right time to bring a fire to help light the fuse of their passion!
