Glory of Infinite Reincarnation

Chapter 351: The Unexpected Person
How would you describe the scene in front of you?
The sky was dark, and the air was foul and unbearably stinky.You and your kind travel together, aiming for a distant homeland.You thought the journey was far away but safe, but you didn't expect a group of dirty and twisted orcs to attack you.And what is even more unexpected is that these half-orcs, who are just a mass of loose sand in your memory, have shown unexpected strength at this moment.

You think of some bad rumors - it seems that elsewhere, the news of the disappearance of an entire migration team has spread far and wide.The people of the same race only found traces of battle, the remnant body of Oak, and a few corpses of elves whose death was so miserable that they couldn't make out the complete outline.But there should be at least dozens of elves in a migration team, and this means that their whereabouts may be very bad.

You are not afraid of death, neither are elves.Because death is just the beginning of another journey.Some of the same clan also tried to track down the traces of the remains of the orcs, and they wiped out several large-scale orc camps, but the harvest was nothing more than that.And the westward move is imminent, and some things that are hard to find the answer to, maybe we should give up for the time being.

But now, you think you've guessed why.And you find that the opponent's offensive has exceeded the carrying capacity of the same race-failure may have become inevitable.But there is actually not much difference between dying here and returning home from Xidu.You're ready to face your own end, but you still want to save your fellow man as much as possible if you can, because you still have doubts about something.

You suspect that those missing brethren may not all have died.

Although the elves are not afraid of death, if they are not alive or dead, it is not a friendly end.

So you fight, and you're ready to fight with all your might.At this moment, however, there appeared something on the battlefield that had not even appeared in your long elven memory.

There seems to be a sound of flapping wings in the air, but you can't hear it.But you can feel it.But the dirty orcs in front of them trembled amidst the invisible flapping of their wings, becoming manic and confused.Their speed has slowed down and their movements are no longer smooth.And you seized the opportunity at once, directed a volley, and cut them down by a considerable amount.

But this may not be a good thing - because you feel some kind of omen.And the next moment, a dark meteor from far away slammed into the edge of the battlefield, and the Orcs at the center of the bombardment were killed and injured in an instant, and you also lost your vision for a short time because of the too blazing strong light, and even Steady feet are shaking.

You see it.

In the center of the explosion, the heart of destruction.A humanoid body wrapped in dark armor stood there.You don't know exactly what it is, but you're sure it's definitely not a human being, much less an elf.An aura of power that transcends both of them spreads out rapidly with the footsteps of that unknown individual. For a moment, you seem to see the elves that are too old even for elves born only 1000 years ago. The power of the Great War of the First Age.

But that feeling quickly dissipated - as a new feeling overlaid it.You saw a lot of corpses, and you saw countless strange heads piled up like towers that you have never seen even in your nightmares.And they hate it so much, and fear it.Tens of thousands of grievances from the dead surrounded it layer by layer, but they couldn't hurt it in the slightest.

How many people did it kill?How many monsters were killed?

And this incomparably huge killing has such a fresh fragrance.As if it all happened last month, or even last week.

The orcs fell like straws before its eyes—in pieces, in slime, in a residue that was better dead than alive.Even if you firmly believe that these filthy and profane things deserve death.But being swallowed up by such terrible and distorted things subconsciously makes you feel a little unbearable and even pity.

You are wasting too much time.

Just when you changed this thought, there are only less than a hundred of the thousands of orcs left—fear and despair engulfed them, making them make terrified sounds and flee desperately in all directions.However, their feet seem to be bound by invisible shackles, even if they try their best to move forward, they just stand still.And in the next moment, you saw a crimson thunder light.

You have never seen such an ominous thunder, deep red, sharp, but as if restrained by an invisible hand, it draws a series of geometrically broken lines in the air.And its trajectory is so precise, so neat.It passed through the chests of all the remaining orcs in an instant, and except for a few that seemed to be left alive on purpose, all of them were roasted into cooked slag from the inside to the outside.

Most elves don't have the habit of eating meat, but at this moment, the tempting aroma and the desire to vomit fill your mind.All the orcs are dead, and you and your kind are the only living things in this area.

You see it coming towards you, with a gold-based spear in its hand, patterned as if from a faraway land that even the most learned elves have never seen.And when your gaze is cast on that spear, the ruthless eyes hidden under the octopus-like mask, which are slightly more blazing than the previous crimson thunder light, collide with your gaze in the air.

Once again, you saw mountains of corpses and seas of blood, bones spread all over the fields, and countless deaths—unexpectedly, you felt wonderfully that the other party didn’t seem to have any malicious intentions, and the darkness was even far away. it.You can't help but wonder if your mental state is normal, and the next moment, you escape from that brief illusion.

Your fellow clansmen are looking at you nervously. Even though the battle is over, they hold their weapons even harder.

It's coming to you.

..............................

Jiang Yu felt a little strange.

He felt that he just beat a monster in a very ordinary way and cleared a little Orc.And during the whole process, he restrained himself very carefully and manipulated the power in his hands to ensure that no additional accidental injuries occurred.However... the current situation seems to be somewhat different from what I imagined.

The posture of my divine soldier descending from the sky should be very standard.

I should have ensured the lives of these wood elves, and not let them be killed by the orc marauders from Essinger.

I should have been very neat when I did it, and I didn't make the scene bloody - at least it was better than when I faced the necromorphs on Fiora every time, I made bones, flesh and rotting organs everywhere A lot more... and even if it was that messy, didn't Zhu Wen, who was traveling with her, also adapt to that battlefield?But why...

——These elves all look like they saw the Balrog?

Jiang Yu was confused. The group of wood elves in front of him held their weapons tightly and looked at him nervously and determinedly.It seemed as if they would rush up and die with him if they didn't agree with each other, and he should stay on the side of good people and good deeds no matter how he looked at it.

He didn't even dare to say the opening remarks that he had prepared in advance - he was really a little afraid that the moment he opened his mouth, the wood elves would shout, bows, arrows and daggers directly greeted him.It certainly wouldn't hurt him, but it would be very embarrassing.

No, not right.It doesn't seem like they can't hurt themselves at all - the positions of these wood elves have a subtle sense of order.Like a sharp cone, it focused all its sharpness on one of them.And if the opponent can successfully draw the bow and shoot the arrow in front of him, then the arrow shot may possibly injure him.

He was silent for two seconds.

In the spiritual network, Zhan Lan seemed to be gloating and laughing.

"These Oaks come from Isengard." Jiang Yu decided to omit the opening remarks directly, his voice seemed a little hoarse due to depression.

Like steel rubbing against bones.

"The strong ones among them are called Orcs, which are different from other weak orcs... There must be a reason for you to be attacked by them. You'd better remain cautious."

This seems to be a very shocking intelligence.

The faces of the wood elves first showed expressions of disbelief, and then anger and doubt.Among them, the elf who was the leader of the migration team who looked at Jiang Yu first, subconsciously refuted him.

"This is impossible! Essinger and the elves have always been friends. The white robe Saruman is a distinguished guest of the lords, and it is absolutely impossible to collude with these evil and depraved creatures!"

"The dark power of Mordor is rising, and these orcs must have a source. They are equipped with complete armor, and some of them are stronger than expected."

"You can think about it carefully."

Jiang Yu didn't intend to persuade them, because there was no need for that - the reincarnators' target was Orc, and when the existence of the orcs was confirmed, they pinched the source of information in their hands.Rescuing this wood elf migration team was a matter of convenience. After all, the life and death of elves is different from that of ordinary people.

So……

He nodded, perhaps because he had spoken well.The spirits of the elves did not seem to be as tense as before.And he turned around immediately, and wanted to leave here and return to the battlefield where he should be.

--"Wait a moment."

Zhan Lan's voice suddenly echoed in his ears.

——"Among this group of wood elves, there seems to be one who is different from the others."

Jiang Yu turned his gaze to look at the target Zhan Lan was pointing at—after Zhan Lan pointed it out, he realized that there was indeed a guy who was out of place behind the group of wood elves.She was mixed in the crowd, with a lifeless appearance, the hood covered her appearance, but she still had a strand of long, light red hair dripping from the cloak.

This is where the line between Essinger and Fengyunding is close to the midpoint, and there is actually another Orc lair closest to here.

That is the mines of Moria, where the Balrogs are entrenched.An ownerless half-orc kingdom is there, and in the ruins of the dwarves' mines, it is natural that all kinds of small weapons are indispensable.

And the female elf suddenly raised her head, and looked at where Jiang Yu was under the surprised eyes of her fellow clan.

"But they may also come from Moria - I heard that the dwarves had made an expedition to the Orcs entrenched there some years ago, but the news gradually disappeared. Compared with Essinger, the possibility of problems there Bigger."

The Lord God's announcement suddenly echoed in Jiang Yu's mind.

——[Trigger a side mission——Take the wood elf Tauriel to the Moria mine pit before the Rivendell meeting to witness the demise of the dwarven expedition.If you succeed, you will get 1 C-level branch plot and 3000 reward points. 】

And Jiang Yu's eyes fixed on her immediately.

"You think I care a lot about Oak."

He said, "You want to go to the mines of Moria."

(End of this chapter)