Diago stood so stupidly at the entrance of the basin, watching the various demons coming and going, flowing everywhere. No one paid attention to what he did, nor came up to ask. As for the governor mentioned by the evil orc guard, he waited for more than half an hour but didn't see him.

"Are we just going to wait so hard?" Behind him, Masley's voice sounded.

Relying on the corner of his eyes, Diago saw a small stone beside him turning over and then rolling away innocently.

"Don't worry!" Diago whispered with almost no movement of his lips.

In fact, during the half hour of waiting, he was no longer paying attention to the surrounding environment. Just to his right, near the foot of the mountain, there was an orc cave. These orc caves were located at the outermost periphery of the basin, and some were even dug on the half slope.

It can be seen from the placement distance between the various demon races from the Dark Gate that the corrupted and transformed semi-demons, such as the evil orcs, have a very low status in the Burning Legion, and can be called cannon fodder among cannon fodder. To be honest, their treatment is not even as good as pure blood demons like Hellhounds.

"Follow me!" After a group of short Ganergo demons walked away from him, Diago turned around and walked towards the orc cave.

The orc crypt is actually a round pit dug from the ground. The ground part is a circle of half a human-high low wall built with stones, and finally a sewn animal skin is covered as a roof - it is not necessarily a animal skin, but sometimes it may be a demon skin or an orc skin, or even a tree bark. Orcs are never picky and use whatever they catch.

He did not spend any effort on the orc crypts closer to the gate of the Darkness. The terrain was too low and there was almost no shooting range. He walked directly to the crypt with the outermost and highest terrain.

He did not deliberately cover up his own movements, and just walked through the crypt in a big way. The loose sand and gravel unique to the desert area slid under his feet, making rustling sounds. From time to time, he lifted the curtains at the door of the crypt and looked inside.

There are many orcs in the crypt - Orcs have never been a hardworking race, especially after drinking the blood of the demon, they became lazy, and the most orc crypt even squeezed about twenty. But no one responded to his snooping, and there was no word ** in the dictionary of evil orcs. Occasionally, someone used his hands to block the light coming in from the door, muttering and cursing.

Diago was carefully selecting the target. He was looking for a crypt that was crowded with people, so that the occupants could avoid the sudden return and cause unexpected variables to his actions. Moreover, the crypt should be located at a high point to ensure his vision. However, in this way, there are only a few targets for him to choose.

He patrolled the evil orc camps, and almost saw all the orc crypts in the camp, and almost gave up in the end. However, when he was about to climb to the hillside of the basin, he finally found his ideal goal.

It was an orc crypt excavated on the hillside. The diggers made full use of the geography and built half a circle of low walls with stones in the direction of the crypt towards the center of the basin. The back half seemed to be embedded on the hillside. The cover on the crypt was a red skin sewn together with a bloody smell, which seemed to be peeled from the evil orc.

Looking inside through the gap in the leather curtain, the cave was covered with orcs, about 17 orcs. Diago breathed a sigh of relief, then pulled out the bayonet from the scabbard on his chest, gently lifted the door curtain, and walked in.

Maybe it was just overnight yesterday, and the orcs in this crypt were sleeping very hard. Diago gently approached the evil orc closest to the door, pressed his right knee directly on the unlucky guy's chest, covered his mouth with one hand, and clenched the bayonet, and wiped it from his neck.

Even after the multiple strengthening of the demon blood, the orcs' flesh and body had undergone great mutations. Their muscles were knotted and as flexible as rubber, but in front of the enchanted stone crow bayonet, their flesh and blood bodies were still unable to compete with the sharp steel. Just like cutting cream, the muscles, nerves, blood vessels, trachea, and even the cervical spine were directly cut off, leaving only a thin layer of the back neck skin connected.

There was no struggle, no sound, only the "hissing" sound of blood spurting out from the blood vessels. The evil orc woke up suddenly and looked at the Diago above his head in horror, but it was too late. His life had left his body with the blood, and he died before he could even scream. A few seconds later, the unique scarlet eyes of the evil orc finally faded away and turned back to the blackness they had before they were polluted. Death finally washed away the corruption and twist that he had endured.

To be honest, it was the first time for Diago to kill an enemy without resistance like this, but he did not feel any discomfort, because in his opinion, these evil orcs were no longer considered natural life, but a kind of depraved demon creature.

He stood up from the dead orc and touched the next evil orc.

Just as he came to the evil orc and covered his exposed mouth with his hands, he unexpectedly gave birth. Another orc next to him suddenly woke up, and then opened his eyes and saw Diago.

"What are you doing?" he asked blankly.

I don’t know if it was awakened by the keen sense of crisis, or if the other party just wanted to get up and pee, but in short, the accident was like that!

"Shit, I hate accidents!" Diago thought angrily.

Without any hesitation, he did not let go of his left hand covering the other orc's mouth, but instead swung the tip of the knife, held the knife in the backhand, and stabbed it in from the chest of the awakened evil orc!

The sharp bayonet tip was stabbed lightly from the hard sternum, leaning against the thoracic spine.

The touch from the handle of the knife is particularly real, first penetrates the external skin and muscles, then a short cavity, followed by an extra firm and dense piece of meat - the heart!

Without stopping, the bayonet directly penetrated the piece of flesh, and the pulsation of the heart was even transmitted to the hand through the slight tremor of the blade. Diago's wrist flipped, and the sharp blade stirred and cut off the ventricle inside and the artery above. As the bayonet was pulled out, a large amount of blood was squeezed out by the still pumping heart like a fountain.

This is a fatal terrifying injury. It is like fishing ashore. The evil orc's body trembled violently for a few times and lost its life.

He died, but it brought irreparable losses to Diago. Because of difficulty in breathing, the orc who was covered by Diago's mouth was awakened. Although he was cut off his throat the next second, before that, his feet had been kicked a few times - the two orcs sleeping at his feet were kicked awake!

Diago didn't care about cursing his bad luck, so he rushed forward and accurately sent one of them to hell, but he didn't have time to kill the other awake guy.

"Damn!" Looking at the evil orc who opened his mouth and was about to shout, Diago reached out to touch his back. Now, he had to stare with death. As for whether it would alarm the demons elsewhere, he could no longer think about it!

But at this moment, Diago saw a yellow figure pounced behind him, and his sharp claws cut open the orc's face.

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Chapter completed!