Yes, the northwest direction is the clue that the players deliberately left for Adams. As long as Adams dares to pursue it in the northwest direction, he will dare to encounter Pero Terrorhammer.

As for Perlo Dreadhammer, the strange orc third prince, he was still kept in the dark.

He is getting closer and closer to the border fortress of the Andorra Empire.

This is the time when the rain has passed and the sky has cleared up.

The lonely smoke in the desert, the setting sun over the long river.

Suffocated by the rain, Perlo Horror's feet were a little sore again.

He took off his shoes and took a lick, creating a lot of saliva in his mouth. The sour smell in the air made him feel much better.

This is life.

Pelo·Kingchui sighed in his heart and couldn't help but get inspired by poetry. Faced with this situation, how could he not compose a poem to express his inner feelings?

However, since listening to Allen's poems in the past few days, Perlo Terrorhammer's requirements for poetry have become higher and higher, and he will not give up until he writes poems with charm.

Unfortunately, ink is limited.

I couldn't hold it in for a long time, so I could only seek help from Allen.

"Mr. Allen."

"Mr. Allen?"

Perlo Terrorhammer put down his feet and turned around, only to find that Allen, who had been near him, had disappeared.

"Has any of you seen Mr. Allen?"

Perro Dreadhammer went to ask the kobolds under his command again.

"Reporting to Your Highness, Mr. Allen said that he felt a little uncomfortable, so he just went back to the tent to rest."

"Should we call him out?"

"What are you shouting for?!"

Perro Dreadhammer flatly refused.

"Since Mr. Allen is not feeling well, let him have a good rest and don't disturb him."

"yes."

The kobolds didn't dare to say anything and simply stepped aside.

"How could such beautiful scenery be buried like this?"

"No, I can't give up. I have to think about it carefully."

Perlo Terror paced back and forth, thinking about this for more than two hours, and until sunset, he still couldn't hold back a single poem.

However, Adams was waiting for him.

"Your Highness, what's wrong, a large group of warg knights are rushing over. It's a large area of ​​darkness. This should be the army of His Highness the Second Prince."

A kobold rolled and crawled up to Perro Dreadhammer.

Its head was lying on the ground, but it tried to raise its head as much as possible. The main reason was that Pelo Terrorhammer's feet were so sore that it was afraid of spitting out the overnight meal.

This is extremely disrespectful to His Highness, and he will have to shed his skin even if he doesn't die.

"Is that coyote coming from Adams?"

"I didn't go to him to cause trouble, but he came to me instead? What do you want to do?"

Perlo Dreadhammer was a little confused.

He didn't mess with Adams.

But it is impossible for Adams to come here with his troops in a menacing manner to invite him to be a guest.

"The entire army lines up, let the Desert Dragon Legion take off, and get ready for battle."

Pero Dreadhammer quickly issued the order, and then he remembered Allen who was still recuperating in the tent, so he added the order:

"By the way, protect Mr. Allen and don't let him get hurt."

However, before he could explain anything more.

Adams' rough roar could be heard from the other side of the desert:

"Perlo Dreadhammer, get out of here!"

I saw a squirming black line that connected with the blood of the setting sun.

This black line stretches for several miles and trembles slightly.

The vibration sound of "rumbling" can already be heard faintly.

That was the Warg Knight under Adams.

"Perlo Dreadhammer, you attacked my supply transport team and robbed the royal court of important supplies. Now you have violated the laws of the empire."

"As an orc prince, I have the right to kill you on the spot!"

"Of course, if you are willing to return the looted materials, I can also be lenient and plead for you in front of my father!"

The Warg Cavalry Legion is getting closer.

Adams's roar also became clearer and clearer.

Perro Dreadhammer could already see the majestic figure sitting on the tall wolf king.

But now he is confused inside.

Then comes anger.

It's none of his business to snatch supplies. Isn't Adams here just looking for trouble?!

"I don't know what supplies."

"I have never robbed you of any supplies."

"Despicable Adams, if you want to start a war, my desert dragon army will be very happy to send you to the totem of the ancestors!"

Perlo Dreadhammer took a look at the troops brought by Adams. There were not many that could be fought.

Not afraid at all.

Just do it and it’s done!

After all, there is Qing Allen behind him.

Sir Allen's safety is guarded by him, Perro Dreadhammer.

"Feilong! How dare you mention Feilong to me!?"

Adams was so angry as he looked at the desert flying dragon army circling in the sky.

This Pero Terrorhammer is deliberately irritating him!

"All troops attack!"

"Cut off the heads of these local dogs!"

Adams raised his head and roared.

With raging anger and a machete in his hand, he rushed towards Perlo Dreadhammer's military formation at the head of the pack.

He will be here today.

In this desert.

Fight to the death with Perlo Dreadhammer!

…

"call--"

"It finally came out..."

Aarons looked at the orc army that had been beaten into darkness in the distance and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

This wave of undercover missions is not only extremely dangerous but also full of flavor.

Only a genius like him can do it. Anyone else would be killed within a few days for making a mistake.

Perlo Dreadhammer seems to be easy to get along with.

But that's just because they do what they want. None of the orcs have a cruel character. This has a lot to do with their growth environment and culture.

Not all intelligence members are as knowledgeable as he is.

"That's pretty much it."

"Go back to your Majesty first. If you act quickly, you can not only eat this wave of supplies, but also kill the second and third princes of the orc royal court."

Thinking of this, Aarons couldn't help but smile. He touched the Swift Pigeon Gugu in his arms and quickened his pace.

"Gugu, wait a little longer. When I return to King Winter, I will give you extra food."

"Gugu~"
To be continued...