Not all orc warriors are strong men in the shape of an inverted triangle, there are also many fat men in the shape of an equilateral triangle.
Rogge looked at the belly of those fat orcs, and a plan suddenly came to his mind.
Roya Farah is so small now. If she hangs on her belly and uses the Magic Box and Sword Invisibility to change her appearance, wouldn't it be possible to disguise herself as a pot-bellied orc?
I had no problem disguising myself as a vulture during reconnaissance before, so it shouldn't be difficult to transform into an orc that looks closer to a human.
If he succeeds, he will be able to move around the orc camp arrogantly, which will be much faster than crawling like a turtle while remaining invisible.
There was still some time before the sun set. If the fire attack could be launched at dusk, when the orcs were most relaxed and slack, the success rate would be higher.
Rogge acted immediately, found a blind spot, and lowered his voice to tell Roja Farah his thoughts.
Roya Farah took action without saying a word, huddled up with all her strength, and used spider silk to stick herself to Rogge.
The girl's body is a spider, and when she transforms into a human form and then shrinks down, her body is weak and boneless, which is not a problem for her at all.
"Little Farah, thank you for your hard work." Feeling that the girl's posture was very awkward and must be very uncomfortable, Rogge said apologetically.
"It's not hard. As long as I can help my brother, I can do anything." Luo Yafa used a little trick to secretly omit Rogge's name.
Rogge didn't care at all and had no time to care. This was a great opportunity and he couldn't waste time.
Rogge looked in all directions and listened in all directions, making sure that no one around him, especially the strong ones, was paying attention, and decisively began to change.
There was a surge of black smoke, and the sword concealment technique tried its best to cover it up. After a while, a pot-bellied orc appeared out of thin air.
Rogge took out a mirror and looked at it. He was quite satisfied with the disguise. However, this face would be a bit too handsome if it only changed the skin color.
The boy had to waste a little time modifying the details of his face and lamented that being handsome is not always a good thing.
A few minutes later, the face modification was completed. Rogge checked again and found that there was no problem. He took out an orc battle ax that he had collected on the battlefield and carried it in his hand. He weighed his "belly" and signaled Roja Farah to prepare. Set off.
Roya Farah blushed and stretched out her little hand to gently twist Rogge. It was okay to weigh her belly, but her buttocks could not be touched in vain. She had to let him know.
Rogge instantly understood that he had made a mistake and rubbed the upper part of his "belly" with some embarrassment. In exchange, he received a light squeak and a harder pinch from the girl.
Roya Farah's posture was very strange. She didn't rub her little head, and the soft touch... Rogge didn't dare to move.
"Brother, let's go quickly, I... still have a hard time." Luoyafala said weakly.
The girl was tired but not tired. She was just rubbing against her so tightly, which was very embarrassing.
Rogge cleared away his distracting thoughts, started working, and left the blind spot.
Orcs are not a nocturnal race. The sun is setting at this time. Many orc warriors have been roasted by the scorching sun all day and are in urgent need of relaxation.
And the sudden "party" is the best entertainment project.
The saint-level warriors in the sky fought, and those below the saint-level underground also started their battles. They gave up an open space at will, roared a few times to create the atmosphere, and a venue for the arena competition was opened.
There happened to be a ring in front of Rogge, and two orcs, one fat and one strong, were fighting. The fat one had the upper hand with his weight advantage, and he strangled his opponent's neck and hammered hard.
The classic inverted triangle cannot beat the right triangle.
In order to blend in, Rogge raised his arms and shouted a few times along with the crowd of onlookers, then quickly slipped away.
A large group of orc warriors came towards them. Rogge adjusted his facial expression, showing that he looked very sleepy after seeing enough of the excitement.
Seeing the lethargic look on Rogge's face, this group of orcs laughed loudly, and a few of them kicked him.
Rogge was kicked and shouted several times in annoyance. His expression was perfectly controlled, just like a fat orc who was angry.
After passing this level, Rogge tried his best to choose a place with few people to walk. Although he still couldn't avoid close contact with the orc warriors, fortunately, the strong ones reacted quickly enough, and almost all of them gathered at the front of the camp. He didn't encounter them. .
After walking like this for more than half an hour, Rogge successfully approached the main target - the auxiliary camp where the siege equipment was located.
Perhaps for the convenience of subsequent transportation, this auxiliary camp is located relatively forward, and there are two strong stone-horned beasts inside as part-time guards as pack animals.
Even though the "party" outside was in full swing, the guards of this sub-camp still did not leave their posts. However, it can be seen from the envious and yearning expressions on their faces that it was not that they did not want to go, but that they had been given a death order to stay here.
Rogge did not continue to approach. This place must be forbidden to other people, and during the aerial reconnaissance, he saw a Martial Saint and three Martial Kings guarding the camp. The risk of entering invisibly was too high.
Rogge could tell the difference between the Martial Saint and the Martial King because the Martial King had the mark of the tribal chief on his body, and the Martial Saint had a special mark unique to the Seven Gods of War.
In the auxiliary camp, in addition to the guards, there are also a large number of Goblin craftsmen who are making equipment and Goblin scholars who are pointing at them. The siege equipment is indeed made by them.
There are several giant carts near the two stone-horned beasts. Each cart has more than five sections, and each section is equipped with an assembled giant trebuchet.
Rogge's eyes became sharp. He didn't take a closer look before, but now he noticed that the giant trebuchet built by the orcs was very advanced and very familiar. It was almost identical to the ones at the top of Hofla Fort.
Can Goblin Scholar be this smart? Unlikely, someone secretly taught the Empire's technology to the orcs.
Was it made by a strange demon? Or is there a mole in human beings?
But there is no need to consider this issue at this time. The key is to destroy all these finished and semi-finished trebuchets. It would be even better if the goblin craftsmen and scholars in the camp can be killed.
If you are unable to enter the auxiliary camp, you can only choose a relatively secluded place close to the camp. The several barracks near the gate of the auxiliary camp are a good choice.
Rogge chose a room and pushed the door in, immediately covering his nose.
It stinks in the barracks, much more than outside.
Rogge had already expected the smell of the orc camp. He could smell the stench while flying in the air. Once he got into the camp, his nose had adapted a lot, and he felt that it was the smell of a human military camp that was worse than dirty. It's just a little bigger, and it's still acceptable.
Now that he was in the barracks, his nose was filled with the wild body odor of the orcs and the smell of unprocessed excrement, which was nauseating.
What he didn't know was that the three of them had been hiding in the fetid sewers of Cartagena for several days.
There were only a few barracks close to the auxiliary barracks for siege equipment. Rogge had no choice, and the situation in other barracks should be similar, so he had to endure it.
There was no one in the barracks, and they were all going to attend the "party", which was convenient.
"Little Farah, this is it. Let's mark it with space." Rogge whispered.
"Okay." Roya Fara said in a loud voice, probably pinching her nose.
Rogge possesses illusory power and can detect subtle fluctuations in the space in the barracks, and then there is an extra energy.
This energy is like an expanding nail. When Royafala is activated, it will become a door to space.
"That's enough." Roya Farah said.
The marking of the space imprint was very simple. Rogge did not stay any longer, found an empty barracks, marked it, and went elsewhere.
The camp with siege equipment is the main target, and the second goal is to try to light the fire for the entire camp.
However, the orc camp is very large, and Rogge and his team will definitely not be able to take care of them all. He can only find places where the camps are densely packed to attack.
After walking around the camp for two hours, Rogge selected ten locations for Royafala to leave a spatial mark.
The camp stretches for more than two hundred kilometers, and it would be too difficult to set it on fire. If Rogge successfully set fire to the location he chose, it would definitely be no problem to cover the ten kilometers in front of the camp.
If the orcs cannot react and put out the fire in time, it is very likely that it will spread for more than ten kilometers.
The preparations for the second target are complete, and it is the turn of the last target - the orc great shaman Desa.
It can be concluded from the conversation between Shiva and Genison just now that Genison is the guard of the great shaman Desa. Rogge was always paying attention to the situation of the "party". The orcs' carnival was still going on, and Gurnison had not returned yet.
In other words, Dessa is likely to be in a state of empty defense, and he himself may not care much about Genison's dereliction of duty. After all, he is in the midst of thousands of troops. Where can the assassin come from?
Orcs and Goblin Shamans are equivalent to human magicians. They are very rare in number and are not good at fighting. Their main job is to communicate with the beast gods worshiped by the orcs and boost the morale of the army.
Rogge didn't know whether the beast god really existed, but he knew that Desa's own strength was at best similar to that of a human mage, or even weaker. Because the shaman's magic is mostly auxiliary, its power is really average.
Therefore, it is not impossible to assassinate Desa, and it is a good time before the orcs' carnival ends.
By coincidence, Rogge was worried about where to find Desa, so he got the news from two orc warriors.
"Go and report to Lord Jebacchus. The Great Shaman Desa is going to inspect the construction of the trebuchet."
"Yes! Haha, it's so lively now, wouldn't Desa Shaman go take a look?"
"Assholes! How can the Great Shaman only know how to yell like you? Why don't you go and report it quickly? Lord Desa will be here soon!"
"I'm going right now, right now!"
The orc warrior left. Rogge followed the orc who looked like a shaman guard and saw Desa.
This is an elderly orc with criss-crossed wrinkles on his face and a stooped body. He is leaning on a staff that symbolizes his status as a great shaman.
It's rare to see an orc this old, but it's good to be old, the older the better.
Being old means that he is highly respected, so killing him is of great value.
Desa will soon go to the siege engines where there are good and bad things.
The disadvantage is that without Gurneson's escort, he is under the protection of Jebacs, one of the Seven Gods of War, and is not so easy to kill.
The good thing is that if you want to destroy the siege equipment, Jay Bucks is the opponent you have to face, and he will definitely be taken care of. One more Dessa will not have much impact, and there is no need to divide the troops.
With all three goals accomplished, this trip to the orc camp should be over.
The sun has already set halfway, and dusk is coming soon, which is the best time for a sneak attack.
Roger quietly followed the back of a patrol and walked out of the camp gracefully.
