The Invincible Overlord of Heroes

Now that I've woken up the boy, I have to get him up and work.

The ogre magician used the faint starlight and moonlight to step on the edge of the cliff and look towards the foot of the mountain.

If you follow the gaze of the ogre magician, the end of his gaze is the camp that Xu Lai set up near the foot of the mountain.

The leading strong orc said nothing, silently walked back into the cave, and dragged out a short orc from inside.

As the name suggests, the Strong Orc is a stronger orc. This guy is a terrifying 2.8 meters tall. He can hold a basketball with one big hand like a normal person holding a table tennis ball.

The orc in his hand was incredibly short, only a little over 1.7 meters at most, not even 1.8 meters.

This short orc was like a little chicken in the hands of the strong orc. He was lifted into the air without even having to take a step on the ground.

The orcs as a group have always valued strength. Even the high priest, who has always been respected by the orcs, is not qualified to be the leader of the tribe.

The leader of an orc tribe can only be the strongest warrior of the tribe.

Therefore, even though this short orc has a special status, the strong orc is still full of disdain, and there is no politeness in his hands.

He casually threw the short orc in front of the ogre magician, and the strong orc stepped aside again.

The ogre magician shook his head helplessly, and personally helped the little orc up, with a friendly smile on his face.

However, this friendly smile almost scared the little orc to the point of peeing.

Hero, are you awake?

How could the little orc wake up in the middle of the night? Anyone who was picked up like this would wake up even if he didn't wake up.

The short orc swallowed and said, Wake up, wake up. If you need anything, Master Mage, just give me your instructions.

The ogre magician's face showed that charming smile again, pointing to the camp at the foot of the mountain and said:

That camp is located here, it's too annoying, and it would be too troublesome for us to do something small.

Well, you go and clean up this camp. Well, you can just drive it away.

The dwarf orc asked in surprise: Me? Am I going alone?

The ogre magician was also surprised: You are riding a level 4 frost wolf, can't you drive away a small camp of about 20 people?

Of course, according to the oracle, we won't let your hard work go in vain.

Don’t you like my golden eagle very much? As long as you complete this task, I will give you two cubs of my golden eagle.

These two little guys grow up very fast, and you are the hero. Let them gain a little experience and magic power, and they will soon grow into a roc or even a thunderbird!

The dwarf orc swallowed. After coming to this world, he also obtained a lot of information about the stronghold camp.

The golden eagle itself is a level 5 raptor in the stronghold, but these golden eagles can also be upgraded to level 6 rocs.

There is a saying that one day the roc rises with the wind. As long as there is a roc bird, no matter where it goes in the future, even if it cannot defeat others, it can fly away easily, and the world will not let it roam.

Thinking of this, the dwarf orc nodded, but then said: Master Mage, 1v20, even if there are just ordinary villagers below, I can't beat him.

And I very much doubt that the camp below was built by my old family. He should be a hero in the human camp.

Originally, our strength should be about the same. Even though I have one level 4 and he only has 10 level 2s, I still have a slight advantage.

But all my goblins were eaten by you, and I stayed on this cliff for a few more days, which delayed my development.

If this continues, I'm afraid I won't be a match for my fellow countryman.

The ogre magician frowned and asked, Are the orcs in your place able to coexist peacefully with humans? He is actually your fellow villager?

The short orc smiled bitterly. Do he want to tell the orc in front of him that he was still a human before, but he became like this just because he said that orcs will never be slaves?

If the other party knew that he was originally a human, would he roast him now and occupy his frost wolf? This thing in front of him is an ogre, and the ogre magician is also an ogre.

Seeing that the short orc remained silent, the ogre magician snorted and said:

Forget it, there are very few wild animals on this mountain. I recently captured a group of level 1 big-eared monsters, and there was also a level 2 big-eared monster king among them.

It's just that what we are eating is your level 0 goblin, so it would be inappropriate for me to exchange it for you for a level 1 big-eared monster.

The short orc understood instantly and said, Just tell me how much more I need to compensate you for.

The ogre magician smiled and said: Children are sensible. If you give me another 500 gold coins, I will give you those big-eared monsters and the big-eared monster king.

Although the short orc knows that this group of orcs will not harm him easily, he has been imprisoned by them in disguise these days. He has long wanted to escape from their clutches and seek a brighter future.

In the past few days, he looked at the camp at the foot of the mountain with envy.

Even though he was too far away to see anything clearly, at least the camp was set up, and the castle heart in his arms was of no use yet.

500 is just 500. I'll ask the mage for some magical support. It shouldn't be too much!

Using a bunch of useless big-eared monsters that had been subdued by beast control skills in exchange for 500 gold coins, the ogre magician almost narrowed his eyes when he smiled, and said quickly: No problem, no problem.

The ogre magician was quite trustworthy after collecting the money. A group of big-eared monsters that were originally going to be used as food were handed over to the short orcs on the spot, including a second-level big-eared monster king, a total of 25 , it can be regarded as a super small community.

After handing over the big-eared monster, the ogre magician also thoughtfully released a bloodthirsty thaumaturgy for everyone. This spell can increase everyone's desire to fight and increase basic attack power by 5 points.

This is a fire spell. After it is released, not only does the desire to fight increase, the short orc also feels hot all over, and even the cold air on the mountain has been driven away.

My bloodthirsty thaumaturgy can only last for 2 hours. It's better for heroes not to waste time. I don't have enough mana to cast it again.

The short orc curled his lips. Even if the orc's intelligence didn't grow very high, a fifth-level mage wouldn't be so rubbish.

However, he was possessed by bloodthirsty thaumaturgy at this time, and all he had left in his body was the urge to go down the mountain and smash the camp to pieces. His mind was in a daze, and he felt as if he wanted to grow muscles.

The short orc didn't stop at that moment. He called his giant frost wolf over and sat on it.

It was still nighttime on such a cliff, and he would never dare to climb it alone, even with a few torches supported by an ogre magician.

But with this giant wolf, which was stronger than a war horse, carrying him, he felt extremely at ease.

After the dwarf orc left, the strong orc asked: Mage, after all, he is the hero of our orcs. Isn't it too dangerous for him to act alone?