Twenty Sided Dice

Siegel's plan, in a nutshell, was to hide in the troll's body and float down the river to Macabota. This doesn't seem to be much different from camouflage drifting through the wood, but it differs in some details.

The troll was disemboweled, most of the internal organs were thrown into the bag, and then hidden in the key space. Siegel can use the dragon tooth dagger to simulate the bite marks very well. After all, the body of the dagger is the teeth. Its main function is to stab, and its cutting marks are quite different from the daggers with metal profiles. Siegel used a dagger to simulate cuts from claws and teeth, then gouged out the eyeballs and emptied the guts protected by the ribs, creating a space to hide. In order to make the wound appear more real, he also removed 80% of the troll's arm, leaving only part of the tendon connecting the shoulder and upper arm.

Afterwards, he overturned the bonfire, creating traces of struggle and struggle. The indentation the troll made with his head in the tree trunk saved Siegel a lot of trouble, he just had to deal with it a little more. The footprint is the more troublesome part, but there are ravens to help. Baron grabbed the pre-carved mold with his foot and swooped down to make footprints of sufficient depth on the snow. The raven rose and fell until it led its footprint to the river.

Siegel dragged the nearly hollowed-out body to the river, where it turned into a skeleton and burrowed into the cavity of the goblin's body. It was a very disgusting experience, and Siegel couldn't have done it. All around him were blood-red body cavities, and many visceral blood clots that had not been cleaned up were hanging around. Luckily skeletons don't have a sense of smell, or the smell alone could kill Siegel.

Through the eyes of the raven, Siegel can know what's going on around him even inside the troll. He took the troll's body and jumped into the rushing water, curling up as much as he could. Water poured in through the breach, but the thick fat still kept the body afloat. As the speed continued to increase, Siegel knew he faced the first hurdle: a falling waterfall.

This is the first disguise he needs to make, the so-called must let the orcs find the fallen corpse. As he fell from the waterfall, Siegel lost his balance for a while, and could only hold on to the troll's ribs to hold himself in place. This is similar to being thrown into the air by a stormy sea on a sea ship, but it is more difficult to control. Siegel gritted his teeth, resisting the urge to use Feather Fall to meet the impact of hitting the water.

There was only a loud bang, all the bones of the skeleton were shaking violently, the chin was hit hard by the spine, and one side was dislocated. If Siegel hadn't reacted quickly enough to grab the jawbone in time, he would have lost this vital bone forever. The other injured parts were mainly concentrated in the skull, and he could be sure that several seams had been ripped open in his head, and it would be time-consuming and painful to recover. If it wasn't for the Troll's thick, soft fat as a buffer, Siegel would probably have been smashed to smithereens, never able to put it back together again.

Most of the orcs who were lumbering saw this scene. The troll's broken body was washed down by the waterfall, smashed into the deep pool, and threw his arms out. With a few ups and downs of the water, the troll corpse floated again on the water and went down the river. None of the orcs would want to go into the water to salvage corpses in this weather—especially not to suffer for troll slaves who don't care. They looked at the corpses floating by from a distance on the riverbank, and they could only find the belly cut and the "bite and claw" scars all over the body. They were immediately alerted to prevent the same "beasts" from attacking again. The leader of the lumbering orcs sent his youngest and useless men downstream, then turned to the lumbering camp. He needs a new troll slave, and he asks to send patrols around to scout, chase away the beasts, or catch them all and eat them together.

Siegel hid inside the troll, surrounded by icy river water. Fortunately, he is now in a skeleton state and has no internal organs that need to be kept warm, so the cold will not cause him much damage. If he keeps his human state, he will freeze to death before he floats to Macabota. From time to time, Siegel could feel the trolls keep bumping into something hard, and the sound should be wood floating on the water, and then drifting downstream together. In order to save energy, Siegel now does not need to scout with raven's eyes. The connection between the mage and the magic pet is a kind of soul power, but it will not be detected by the surrounding protective enchantment, so it can be used with confidence.

Siegel went all the way up and down to Macabuta. He already felt that his undead identity was discovered by the surrounding detection enchantment and was being scanned over and over again. He can roughly distinguish what spells these enchantment magics are composed of: detect magic, detect undead, and detect poison. There are other functions in addition, but those spells Siegel do not master, and there is no way to distinguish them.

Perhaps in the witch priest's mind, there was a sign of the undead flowing down the river, heading in the direction of Makabuta. The thing Siegel was most worried about was that the orcs sent ships to salvage the corpses and toss them in the fire. If it was in the King of Stars, in order to avoid the pollution of the water source and prevent plagues and curses, he would definitely face the end of cremation. But now the weather is freezing cold, if you want to salvage him, you still need to go upstream, and you have to be careful that the boat is knocked over by the wood. The orcs will not spend this effort. At most, they would wait on some bridge in Makabuta and hook the corpse with a noose.

Of course, it's possible that it won't do this. After all, the troll's body is big and heavy, and it's useless to fish it up. Besides, drifting down the river, the orcs who were logging the wood were all walking on foot, and they didn't have enough speed to notify the city guard before the corpse arrived, so Siegel faced only two possibilities for interception. One is the orc guards guarding the direction of the river. They will shoot a random arrow first, and ignore the investigation work. They will directly tie the trolls into hedgehogs, and destroy Siegel together with them. Siegel naturally didn't want such an ending, so he hoped to face the second kind of interception: the orc witch sacrifice.

You can't stand the icy river water without turning into a skeleton, and how to explain the aura of undead creatures is a problem that must be solved when infiltrating the city. The solution to this fell on the Orc Shaman. They can detect the undead and have enough means to disperse the undead. They are smarter than the average orc and act more rationally. Reasonable means law, and law means there are traces to follow and loopholes to exploit. Siegel waited patiently, and the longer he waited, the better his chances of success. It's best to keep floating like this, and being able to go directly to the waters near the shipyard is the perfect situation.

But the orcs will not really let an undead enter the city. After feeling the warning of the protective barrier, the witch sacrifice put on armor and weapons, took the holy emblem and magic weapon, and rushed to the river in full armor, standing on the first suspension bridge that spanned both sides of the Blackwater River. While sending wolf cavalry soldiers to inquire about the situation near the logging field, he extended his sight distance with the help of the enchantment, and observed the floating corpse from a distance. He could see the torn wounds, the broken body, the broken flesh and blood. Half of the shackles were on the only remaining hand. Judging from the current shriveled state, he can guess that a lot of the troll's internal organs have been eaten, and at most only the part protected by the ribs is left. Such wounds and hunting habits are not uncommon, and coupled with the faint aura of the undead, the shaman judges that only one monster is responsible for this: ghouls.

The bite wounds and disappearing internal organs are the usual attack methods of ghouls, and the creatures killed by ghouls have a certain chance to become second ghouls, which also explains why there are ghouls on their corpses. Aura of undead creatures. In order to deliberately create the characteristics of ghoul attack, Siegel can only kill the troll by poisoning: he needs a complete corpse, which cannot be caused by any other weapon except the tooth-shaped dragon tooth dagger. of the incision.

After all, corpses and undead creatures are two different things, and the former will not cause any response from the detection enchantment. It is believed that after the "witness testimony" of the logging team, the witch festival can be more convinced of the existence of ghouls. The footprints on the snow and the traces of fighting can be used as strong evidence. As for the result of polymorphic spells? I believe that the broken arm when falling from the waterfall can dispel the worries of the witch sacrifice. Because the limbs lost during transformation will not be restored when transformed back. The shaman believed that it was impossible for a spellcaster to sacrifice an arm after transforming into a troll corpse in order to gain entry to Macabuta.

The closer the trolls drifted, the more and more the witch priest believed in his own guesses. He looked at the corpse that "was about to become a ghoul", held up the badge of Gruumsh, and sang the name of the **** of the orcs, hoping that the **** would disperse the abominable undead for his people and ensure that Macab click safe. A ray of light emanated from the holy emblem and accurately shone on the troll.

Siegel only felt that the surroundings were surrounded by light, and the light containing terrifying holy power was like a flame, emitting a fiery temperature. His skeleton body seemed to melt, gradually becoming soft and hot. Siegel knew the time to test himself was coming, and he ordered the dice to transform himself back into human form.

Then the aura of the undead disappeared, as if it had been dispelled by the witch sacrifice. The orc nodded in satisfaction, and asked his entourage to notify the shipyard, and let them send someone to salvage the corpse from downstream. Near the shipyard, where there is a large net to intercept the wood, the troll's corpse will be blocked there along with the wood. The shaman ordered to find a place to burn the corpse that was picked up, and use the simplest method to deal with it as soon as possible.

The biggest test for Siegel was when he changed back into a human form. Hidden in the belly of the troll, there was not much air left, and the icy river water continued to take away his body temperature. The most frightening thing was that he didn't dare to move his limbs casually, so he couldn't generate heat to fight the cold. In this case, the smell has become a nuance, and Siegel is preoccupied with waiting for a chance to escape.

He knew that this opportunity would come sooner or later~www.novelmt.com~ He heard a bang, the troll hit the floating tree trunk again, and this was the moment Siegel was waiting for. He took a deep breath, grabbed the troll's ribs with both hands, and flipped it violently to one side. It is normal for a body to flip over after being struck by wood. And since the troll is missing an arm, this reversal can also save a lot of effort, and the orcs won't feel abrupt when looking at it from the riverbank - at least there won't be a bizarre sight of a corpse flipping over with an arm.

The troll's belly opened toward the water, where Siegel escaped. After a whole day and a distance of a hundred miles, he was finally about to leave the troll's body cavity. With his swimming skills as a seaman, Siegel slid into the river like the most vigorous fish. He can hold his breath long enough to keep him underwater all the way to shore.

Siegel stayed under the water until he found a small pier. There is a prominent docking trestle, a small platform made of wood, with a space of more than two feet below. Siegel surfaced from here, finally getting a good breath of fresh air.

He heard the voice of the orcs talking on the wooden board above his head, it seemed that they were discussing things about grilled mouse skewers and female slaves. Macabuta is tight on the outside and loose on the inside, and the orc warlord knows that it is impossible to implement strict management within the city, which will make the warriors lose their enthusiasm and make the leaders oppose his rule. Siegel doesn't worry about the patrol now, as long as he disguises himself so that the orcs don't recognize him as a human at first glance. After the chatter above his head went away, Siegel climbed wetly onto the pier and announced that he had successfully sneaked into Makabuta~www.novelmt.com~ Welcome to reading, the latest, fastest, most The serialized works of Huo are all available at ~www.novelmt.com~. ;