Twenty Sided Dice

While everyone thought the Three-Eyed Warlord Lunt's residence was somewhere surrounded by a barracks in the center of the city, this cunning orc has been commanding remotely from his flagship. This method hides his whereabouts very well, and brings trouble to the careerists who want to seize his power, as well as the diehards who want to avenge the previous warlord Hammer.

However, this also caused a certain lag in his commanding efficiency. In peacetime, Lunt used tough military law, stipulating the mission that each unit must complete, and death was the only outcome for violating the order. This method worked well, but when dealing with emergencies, Lunt found himself suddenly out of touch with the troops, seeing the city falling into the dual threat of chaos and fire, but lacking immediate command. So he ordered his ship to dock immediately, and returned to Makabuda with his most elite and trusted men.

On his way into the port, he finds a human wielding a flame warhammer wearing a squid cloak carrying out sabotage activities at the shipyard. He immediately understood the purpose of mankind, and immediately ordered his subordinates to prepare the naval battle crossbow and take aim in person. This battleship named No Trace is blessed by the Beastmaster God, and like its owner, it believes in stealth operations and sudden arrows. The hull rarely reflects light, and the magic circle ship on the hull has been exuding spell waves that make people ignore its existence. The giant crossbow on the deck has also been specially modified, which greatly delays the speed of sound propagation, which can cause the effect of arrows arriving before the sound is fired.

Siegel was rolling on the ground just now, and the muddy water hit his cloak and armor, and then slapped him **** the face, making him look embarrassed. He looked at the black ship by the harbor with lingering fears, and didn't dare to relax at all. The ship was still silent, calm and dangerous. The mage knows that he has encountered the most difficult enemy to deal with: always hiding murderous intentions, always surprising, always low-key and cautious.

Although it is still a fledgling, Siegel has gradually grown up and will no longer misjudge the danger because of a simple impulse. He always kept in mind that his purpose was to destroy the shipyard, not to fight the orc army or the strong. So he immediately crouched down and hid behind the box.

"Get down, don't raise your head!" Siegel shouted loudly in Orcish language. "Be careful with the siege crossbow!"

Because of the reason that the black ship was about to call at the port, the speed of the black ship was very slow, and it didn't even seem to be moving. Siegel, who is familiar with maritime affairs, understands that this is just an illusion caused by the current, and there should be nervousness at work. The enemy has already set his sights on him, and the giant crossbow that did not fire was prepared for him. If not, wouldn't those panicked fugitives be better targets? Siegel recalled the scene of the previous battle. He did not use spells when dealing with the two-headed trolls, so the people on the ship should not know that there are still spellcasters here. The mage thought for a while, and again using wool as the casting material, he wanted to cast a more refined illusion.

He hid behind the box and made an identical self.

Although both are illusions, it is completely different to create static objects and imitate moving creatures, not to mention making the illusion seem alive like Siegel. Sweat dripped from his forehead constantly, he didn't dare to blink his eyes, and devoted all his attention to the control of the spell. The magical energy that flows through his veins with the beat of his heart has a subtle effect on the stability of the spell. It's hard to notice these details, after all, who listens to their pulse all the time? Siegel took a few deep breaths and controlled himself to calm down. In his eyes, there was nothing but magic.

The black ship attacked again, and a crossbow shot savagely at the cargo pile where Siegel was hiding. There was a cruel smile on the corner of Lunt's mouth, and he was very confident in the power of his giant crossbow. "I thought it would be safe to hide behind a wooden box? Even if it is a stone city wall, I will shoot through it to show you!" He did not choose the center of the box, but aimed at the box relatively far away from the black ship, because the orc warlord had seen too much Many "curious cowards" who understand their psychology of being afraid of death and wanting to know what's going on.

The box contained more than a dozen bottles of wine, which were blown up by crossbow arrows and broken wood. A dark shadow rubbed the tip of Siegel's nose and flew past, and red wine, sharp pottery and wood chips hit the side of his face like a torrential rain. Siegel was shocked, but controlled the fluctuation of the spell with great perseverance. When it was too late, he waved his finger and ordered his phantom to rush to the clearing.

The mage did not believe that there was only one crossbow on the ship.

Sure enough, the second and third crossbow bolts shot in salvo, pinching Siegel's phantom one after the other. This is the moment to test the "acting skills" of the Master. Like operating a marionette, each finger of Siegel is conducting detailed instructions, and the incantations in his mouth maintain the stability of the entire spell. I saw Siegel's phantom take a big step forward, dodging a giant crossbow, but was hit by another.

The spell suddenly became unstable, and the spell showed signs of collapse. Siegel immediately recited the spell to support the existence of the illusion. At the same time, he slammed his hands to one side and let the phantom fly with the crossbow arrow, making the illusion of being penetrated and flying. When the bolts hit the ground, his dummy also fell to the ground. From a distance, you can see that the crossbow arrow pierced through the abdomen of "Siegel", and the internal organs and body fluids flowed out along the corpse. Although the flame warhammer was still in the hands of the corpse, the light of the flame had disappeared.

Siegel still didn't dare to relax his control of magic, and at most observed the surrounding situation with the corner of his eye. Half of the box he was hiding in had been blasted to pieces, but the remaining half still blocked the black ship's view of the shore - and vice versa. Thanks to an elf master, Siegel learned from her simple battlefield organization, including the skills of hiding and ambush, and chose the right hidden position. But now is not the time to take it lightly. The first thing a cunning and suspicious enemy suspects is himself. Siegel estimates that the Three-Eyed Warlord Lunt will definitely not trust the effect of the ship crossbow.

Sure enough, another crossbow arrow came and nailed it to Siegel's phantom's left shoulder. The spell fluctuates again, but fortunately this time, there is no need to create the illusion of "corpse flying", and the control difficulty is reduced. Siegel made his corpse look even more horrific, and at the same time tried to satisfy the "aesthetic point of view" of the orcs, more bloody, more miserable, and more satisfying to Lunt's appetite - lest he continue to stay here to "make up for the knife".

It seems that he is satisfied with the results of his battle, and he seems to feel that there is no need to waste crossbow arrows on the corpse. The black ship gently turned a corner and floated towards the mooring pier. The wharf was less than three miles away from here, and the running came in an instant, leaving little time for the fugitive brigade.

The mage didn't dare to use the flaming warhammer anymore, he didn't want to provoke the wrath of the orc warlord. He crawled forward, and after he entered the courtyard wall of the third shipyard, he waved to the people behind him to follow quickly. At the place where the three bolts converged, the illusion slowly disappeared, but the experience and understanding that Siegel could bring to him would remain forever.

"I can't stay here." Siegel said to Humke: "Cross the shipyard, go along the left courtyard wall, and you can see the dock here. This place not only builds ships but also repairs ships, so it has its own A dock. You watch the people behind, let's get on the boat and leave."

The orc nodded, he finally got the news. Several gladiators also breathed a sigh of relief. If Siegel continued to destroy the dock without life or death, they would immediately rebel, hack the human mage to death, and then ask for a reward from the orc warlord. Maybe there is still a way to survive.

The female shooter Mana ran over quickly, and it seemed that she survived a hard battle. She had cuts on her legs and arms, and even before she had time to bandage her, blood was still flowing down her face. Her hair was burnt, and now there is only a short section left, which is extremely embarrassing. She now has only an orc dagger in her hand, and a quiver on her waist. There are ten or so feather arrows in it, but there is no longbow to shoot.

"Who are you?" Mana asked, "Why do you know my name?"

Siegel was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered that he had been showing people a fake face, either disguised as a one-eyed dad or a "semi-finished" face. After disguising for so long, the mage almost forgot how many layers of skin he had. Long story short, he replied, "I'm Siegel, the one who bought you at the slave market with a dragon's tooth dagger." Siegel didn't notice his slip of the tongue, and continued, "What about the rest of you? The shipyard. How many have been destroyed?"

"Ah?" Mana was stunned for a moment, but Siegel's stern eyes made her sober: "Count Maxime took the alchemist to set up the magic circle, and it is estimated that the result will be soon."

In other words, no shipyard has been destroyed so far~www.novelmt.com~ Siegel shook his head, but he also knew that this was not the time to compete or show off. At least one more archer in the team would be good. He handed over his longbow including the feather arrow. Afterwards, he placed a flaming soul crystal in the manifesting potion and threw it hard in the direction behind him. If the Orc Longte sent troops to chase, maybe this thing could slow down their pace.

"Mana, watch the chasing troops in the rear, don't fight, and don't fall behind." Siegel said, "I'll go ahead and find a useful boat." Before he understood the true plan of the Count and his party, he still needed to Watch out for Mana.

The female archer hesitated, but still went to the end of the team obediently. Under the urging of Humke Orcs, Siegel hurried to the front. There are three ships parked in the berth of the dock. One is obviously a loading ship going to and from the inland river. As soon as it goes out to sea, it will be overturned by the wind and waves; The rudder was burnt, and at first glance it was known to be the masterpiece of an orc pirate. The last one is a dual-purpose warship, with forty oars on both sides of the hull, which are now stowed away. The ship had two masts, but only the fore-mast had sails, and the mainmast was bare. Now was not the time to be picky, and Siegel believed he could get the boat out with just the foremast.

"Just this one," Siegel said. "Let everyone get on the boat, arrange the old and the weak and the women first, and let those who still have the strength go to the paddling position. Hunk, you stay on the boat and let Don't mess up everyone, don't make noise. I'll find the mainsail and be right back."

After all, Siegel called four strong-looking gladiators and started to rummage along the pier~www.novelmt.com~ Welcome to reading, the latest, fastest and most popular serial works are all in ~www.novelmt.com~ mobile phone users please go to read.