Orlando stood up, took out two broad daggers from his waist, and walked slowly towards the bookshelf. The blades reflected an icy cold light under the light, as if they would be cut just by looking at them.
Suddenly, Orlando swung his knife diagonally, and a flash of blue light flashed. The bookshelf that was far away was split into two. The broken wooden shelf and the books fell apart. Before the books fell to the ground, Orlando's second knife struck in the blink of an eye. Immediately, the mixed books and wooden shelves were lifted up by the sharp blade again. Orlando's third knife struck instantly, and the bookshelf exploded completely. The sky was filled with wood chips and paper scraps, gently fluttering, as if it was snowing in the house.
The three swords are completed in one go, as if they are one body!
Orlando kicked away the sawdust and pieces of paper piled on the ground, but found nothing that did not belong here.
If there was, he believed that the other party had also been turned into pieces.
No one can survive its beast-blade magic.
Just as Orlando was trying to take a closer look, there was a knock on the door.
"Lord Orlando, I am Christopher. A man in black robes came outside the castle and said he was your friend."
Orlando straightened up, inserted the two knives back into his waist, and asked, "Is it a human? Did he bring anything?"
"Yes, he is driving a cart, but the shelves are wrapped with beef tendons. We cannot judge what is inside. Without your order, the soldiers dare not check easily."
Orlando's eyes lit up, and he quickly stepped forward and opened the wooden door. Christopher put one hand on his chest and stood humbly at the door.
Different from the rough Azog orcs, Christopher has a slender figure, wears a clean and straight tuxedo, and a top hat. If his face were not that of a typical Azog orc, from a distance, people would mistake him for a human.
"Hahaha, he's finally here. Tell the soldiers to let him in and take him to the banquet hall in the basement! Come on, Christopher, come with me to meet him. I'll open your eyes tonight!" Orlando walked back to the stone He blew out the candles at the table and walked out happily.
In the shadow under the stone table, Jin Jin leaned against the corner of the table and panted slightly. Orlando's blade was so sharp, it must be some kind of magic!
He has heard the conversation between Christopher and Orlando. It is obvious that the human traitor has delivered the magic potion to his door. He must follow Orlando to find a chance to get the magic potion!
Making up his mind, Jin Jin took advantage of the shadow to rush out while Orlando was blowing out the candles and heading towards the door. He jumped up. Orlando just turned around and closed the wooden door. Jin Jin's body shrank in the air again, and he burrowed in like a grain of rice. into the mouth of Orlando's boot.
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The castle has three basement levels. The first floor is for receiving distinguished guests who value personal privacy and is decorated very luxuriously. Half of the second floor was the slaves' quarters, and the other half was originally a utility room for equipment. Orlando transformed it into a private vault and was equipped with a ten-man team to guard it.
Under normal circumstances, the slaves are wise enough not to go towards the vault. The accepted orc soldiers are waiting for someone to relieve their boredom.
The third, dampest level is the dungeon, where there are prisoners who only Orlando knows what they have committed. It is said that there are quite a lot of them.
As the heavy metal door was opened, Orlando strode into the reception hall. At a glance, he saw the huge shelf that had been moved to the center of the hall. The man in black robe was already standing beside the shelf, waiting for it.
"My friend, if you don't come again, I will think that you have been discovered by those cunning human elders and imprisoned!" Orlando opened his arms and walked towards the other party with a smile.
The man in black robe is wearing a cloak and hat, his face is dark. Seeing Orlando coming, he took a step back, obviously not wanting to hug Orlando who was wearing rivets.
Orlando didn't mind either. He turned around and walked to the truck wrapped in beef tendons and asked, "How many are there this time?"
The man in black robe glanced at Christopher, and Orlando waved his hand and said: "Christopher is the mayor of Duolun Town, and he is also my new capable general. You can believe it."
Christopher took off his top hat and bowed slightly to the man in black robe.
The man in black robe ignored Christopher and stretched out four fingers to Orlando.
"Four hundred bottles? Didn't you say that we can achieve mass production this time and provide a thousand bottles at a time?" Orlando frowned, "Four hundred bottles are not even enough for my own team."
The man in black robe shook his head and shook his four fingers again.
"Forty bottles? Who are you giving alms to?"
Orlando's eyes widened, anger beginning to burn in them.
The man in black robe stretched out his palm and raised it in front of Orlando, signaling it to hand over what he wanted.
Orlando suppressed his anger and said: "Togo arrived later than the agreed date, and the seeds of the mandrake grass have not reached me yet, but no matter what, it is impossible to make only forty bottles of life potion. According to me As far as I know, you have also cultivated Datura grass, and even if the effect is not as good as the wild one, it can still reach 70% to 80%. You made a promise to the god Baal, do you want to deceive him?"
The man in black robe finally spoke, but his voice was obviously enchanted, as if he was speaking with water in his mouth.
"As long as I have those datura seeds, I can bring two thousand bottles next time to make up for the debt this time."
"Really?" Orlando's anger turned into joy, "If this is the case, God Baal will definitely be very pleased."
The man in black robe said: "Besides the seeds, are you ready for the essence and blood?"
"Of course, we orcs are the most honest!"
Orlando nodded to Christopher, who turned and walked into a small room on the side. After a while, he came out with an object the size of a wine bottle wrapped in white silk cloth, and carefully handed it to Orlando.
Orlando opened a corner of the silk cloth, revealing a transparent glass bottle. The bottle was filled with a viscous liquid that glowed blue, making Orlando's face shine blue.
The man in black robe seemed very satisfied and reached out to take the bottle, but Orlando put the bottle away.
"I also want to test the life potion on the shelf."
The man in black robe took out a silver dagger, scratched the beef tendon skin, took out a test tube the size of a finger, and handed it to Orlando.
Orlando put the test tube in front of his eyes and squinted his eyes to observe the liquid with small green light spots floating in it. These light spots are slightly different from the magical element "Wind Spirit", they are whiter.
Orlando shouted something in orc language, and an orc soldier at the door came in and stood by the door waiting for Orlando's instructions.
Orlando's short sword suddenly came out of its sheath, and a sharp blue light shot out from the blade, cutting the orc soldier in half!
The orc soldier had no time to react, and screamed before falling into a pool of blood. Even the armor on its body was cut open like pieces of paper, without any protection at all.
Christopher walked up to the wailing soldier and pieced its body together. Orlando strode up to the soldier and crushed the test tube in his hand over its body.
The oozing potion vaporized directly as it dripped, and countless green light spots scattered on the soldiers like dust.
The orc soldiers let out heart-rending howls, seeming to be in great pain.
Orlando turned to look at the man in black robe: "What's going on?"
The man in black robe was not surprised by this and said: "This is a side effect of the indoor cultivated datura. If it is a wild datura, it will suffer less pain."
Although the orc soldier was howling in pain, the connecting parts of its body began to stick together visibly to the naked eye, and new flesh was constantly surging out of it and merging with each other, like boiling blood.
Seeing that it was indeed effective, Orlando ignored the orc soldiers, turned around and threw the bottle filled with blood essence in his hand: "This is the life essence blood extracted by two hundred elven slaves. There is only one bottle, you must keep it." good!"
The man in black robe quickly stepped forward, stretched out his pale hand to catch the bottle in the air, and looked at Orlando angrily, seeming to blame the other party for such a dangerous behavior.
Orlando sneered: "I have plenty of blood essence. Anyway, the elven slaves are an endless supply for me. On the contrary, you'd better improve my efficiency. As long as these life potions can be mass-produced, God Baal's army will be invincible. !”
"How long will it take for Togo to arrive?" the man in black robe asked.
"Who knows, it will probably take another five or six days. If you stay in this reception hall first, I can just hold a welcome banquet for you here!"
The man in black robe waved his hand, as if to disperse the mixed smell of orcs in the air: "The banquet is not necessary. I live in the guest room above where no one has lived. Before Togo comes, I will not go out. You can send it to me." Food, remember, I only eat beef and mutton, don’t give me anything weird, and don’t tell anyone except you two that I’m here.”
"The room has been prepared for you." Christopher stood at the door and made a "please" gesture.
After the man in black robe walked out of the hall, Orlando sniffed his nose and asked: "Is there any unpleasant smell here? Why don't you live here?"
Christopher smiled: "Humans always have weird tastes."
"Pretend to be a ghost." Orlando said with some contempt, "He and I will go up, and you arrange for people to send the life potions to the vault. Remember, you must place them yourself!"
With that, Orlando walked out of the reception hall. Christopher snapped his fingers, and several orc soldiers filed in. Some were responsible for carrying the poor soldiers who had fainted from pain on the ground out of the door. The rest lifted the shelves and carefully transported them to the vault on the second underground floor.
In the vault, after Christopher checked around, he was the last one to leave the vault.
As the door of the vault slammed shut, the shelves that had been silent for a long time suddenly started to move slightly.
Jin Jin poked his little head out of the gap in the beef tendon. After looking around, he jumped off the shelf. He removed the magic and his body became normal size.
He wiped the sweat from his head. This reverse magic was really draining on his mental energy. If Orlando and the man in black sat down to make tea and chat again, he might not be able to hold on and would cause a big change for them. A living person.
The vault is very large, covering an area of half the size of a standard football field. Although it is a place for storing items, an area is specially left in the middle of the warehouse, and a set of exquisite leather sofas and coffee tables are placed next to the sofa. There are also wine cabinets and exquisite glasses, which Christopher must have specially prepared for Orlando.
Jin Jin collapsed on the soft sofa. He just wanted to have a good sleep and rest his mind, but he couldn't do that. Li An was still waiting for him to go back for treatment.
The leather of the sofa is very delicate, and it feels slightly warm when you touch it with your fingers. It is very comfortable, unlike ordinary cowhide or sheepskin. Jin Jin looked at the leather of the sofa and thought about how exciting it would be if he took Li An in and the two of them could fight on such a sofa.
Suddenly, Jin Jin jumped up from the sofa with a "Cheng" sound and ran away from the sofa as if he had seen a ghost, because he seemed to see a pair of tightly closed eyelids...
This sofa is actually made of the skin of the elves!
Jin Jin felt his scalp numb and resisted the urge to retching. He took out a bottle of red wine from the wine rack, unscrewed it and tried to take a sip to calm down. The fishy smell that hit his nostrils finally made him unable to bear it. Vomited.
Are these wines mixed with blood? ?
No wonder the man in black robe didn't want to live in the reception hall on the ground floor, and specifically told himself to only eat beef and mutton. It turns out that the orc banquets are so heavy!
In fact, from another perspective, when humans eat cattle and sheep, don’t they also have a strong taste in the eyes of cattle and sheep?
Although, Jin Jin couldn't emotionally accept such a human leather sofa. After all this fuss, he was no longer tired. He quickly walked to the shelf of magic potions, lifted up the Oxford cloth, and neatly arranged test tubes were presented in front of him.
These are all obtained in exchange for the lives of living elves.
Although Jin Jin has not fully recognized his identity as an elf, he still feels a little uncomfortable with this cruel behavior.
In this case, I won’t even leave you a bottle!
Jin Jin pointed his finger, and purple light suddenly enveloped the entire shelf. I saw the shelves and test tubes shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye, and soon became the size of a Rubik's Cube.
Jin Jin hid the shelves on himself and looked around the vault again, with a sinister smile on his lips.
...
There were two dozing orc soldiers sitting at the door of the vault. One of them was already snoring, and he didn't even notice that there was a person standing in front of him.
The orc soldier was woken up with a "pop", jumped up and was about to have a seizure, but found that the orc captain was standing in front of him. It was so frightened that it stood upright, completely sleepless.
"I want you to keep an eye on the vault. I don't want you to sleep here. If anything happens, you will be responsible!" the orc captain scolded.
The orc soldier shrank his neck and saw that the captain had no intention of continuing to blame, so he complained in orc language: "They are having banquets, eating meat and drinking wine, and we are guarding the vault for several months without changing shifts, bullying others!"
The orc soldiers obviously didn't master the language well enough, and they spoke intermittently, but they could still roughly express their meaning.
In fact, most orc soldiers are like this. They basically rely on roaring to express their emotions. Those orc generals who can use language fluently rely on the ability to speak given to them by the demon god Baal, but such benefits are obviously not universal. to every orc.
The orc captain knew that his subordinates were full of resentment, but this was Christopher's arrangement. He said that the warehouse was such a heavy area that it was difficult to change the duty team frequently. Although it felt unhappy, it did not dare to resist, so it had to say: "When God Baal launches a general attack on the human race, we will be able to go to the front line. Believe me, it will not take long for its arrival, but now, we must defend here."
Seeing that the captain had spoken, the soldier had no choice but to give up. The orc captain looked at the vault door and was suddenly startled: "Why is there smoke coming out of the crack in the door?"
The orc soldiers heard this and took a look, and indeed there was a faint smoke coming out of the crack in the door.
The orc captain's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly ordered: "Quick, open the door! You idiot, there's a fire inside!"
The orc soldier hurriedly took out the key and opened the metal door. A thick tongue of fire spurted out from the door hole, and the hot air blew the three orcs away.
I saw a raging fire burning in the vault, and the walls, ceiling, shelves, wine cabinets...all the places that could burn were not left.
"Fight the fire... put out the fire quickly!!"
The second underground floor echoed with the hysterical shouts of the orc captain.
Soon, everyone in the orc team rushed to the scene and poured water into the vault. For a while, there was a rush of people, feet stepping on feet, and shoulders bumping. It was very lively.
In a corner where no one was paying attention, Jin Jin, who was wearing a black cloak and shrunk to the size of a walnut, took advantage of the chaos and slipped out of the door, disappearing into the shadows reflected by the firelight...
