Mark clenched his fist, and the holy light covering it flashed, and a confident smile appeared on his face: "Anna, Monica is right. The holy light guides our way forward, and sometimes we need to step into the shadows to see the light.

"No venture, no gain. Join them and get the map! As for those elite orc squads... humph, they're just perfect for giving us professional experience!"

He patted the cross on his chest that had turned back into a necklace, and fighting spirit rose in his eyes.

To be honest, ever since the expedition to the royal tomb, Mark has clearly felt restricted in every way.

The enemies they faced were either organized legions or powerful legendary warriors. Even if all members of the team were mutated to their extreme, they could not be a match for those people.

Now that they have come to the Lor Swamp, they are no longer willing to cower in the shadow of others.

At least, it’s impossible that the orc reconnaissance teams are led by legendary strongmen!

Thinking like this.

Several people felt that joining the Rotten Ivy Alliance could ensure clear goals, controllable risks and huge benefits.

The four quickly reached a consensus.

Soon, at the end of Black Street No. 23, which was filled with the smell of rust and cheap coal smoke, they found the blacksmith shop with a sign of a hammer wrapped in twisted vines.

The fire was blazing, and a lame old man, Old Lame Buck, was hammering a piece of red-hot iron with his one arm.

His eyes were cloudy but scrutinizing as he glanced at Mark's team as they walked in, especially lingering for a moment on Mark's priest robes and Anna's elf features.

"New face? Want to join us?" Buck's voice was hoarse like the friction of iron sheets.

Mark took a step forward, a slightly mystical smile on his face. "Holy Light guides the lost and gives believers the courage to fight. Let's find some work to do."

A subtle glint flashed in Buck's cloudy eyes. He put down the hammer and wiped his hands with a dirty piece of animal hide. "Alright. You understand the rules, right? Once you complete the 'Trial' mission, you're one of us."

He pointed to a rough stone slab hanging on the wall next to him, also carved with twisted vines.

"Pick one for yourself. When you're done, return with the token to claim the map."

Several tasks were scrawled on the slate in charcoal:

[Hunting] Black Tooth Tribe Patrol (five-man team, captain is a high-level warrior).

[Plunder] The outer camp of the Gray Claw tribe (a small camp with about ten guards).

[Scouting] Check the southeastern 'Stone Forest' area for unmarked human scout activity (high risk).

[Clear] The remaining forces of the 101 Black Street 'Scorpion' Gang (whose leader was killed by Boss Grom yesterday).

It is said that the Rotten Ivy Alliance accepts tasks from both humans and orcs in the Lor Swamp. Judging from the tasks now, it seems that most of them are aimed at orcs.

However, it may also be that this black street is closer to the human camp. Perhaps the mission in the black street near the orc territory is to clear out the forces in the human defense zone.

Of course, Mark and his team couldn't control those things. After all, the Rotten Ivy Alliance had existed here for decades and had not been eradicated by either party.

Maybe the top leaders of both sides deliberately left it here as a buffer during the war.

Mark's eyes swept across and finally stopped at the first one.

Black Tooth Tribe Patrol?

It sounds like a perfect appetizer for "Trial".

"That's it." Mark pointed to the task of hunting down the Black Fang patrol. His smile remained, but with a hint of coldness. "The Holy Light will purify these heretics."

Buck's cloudy eyes swept across Mark's priest robe, and a foul breath with the smell of rust came out of his nose.

He casually threw a piece of greasy animal skin information onto the coal-dust-covered chopping board, as if it was not a clue to the mission, but something dirty.

"The Black Fang orc patrol passes by the weathered stone pillars east of Vulture Gorge every evening. Their leader is a high-ranking kobold." His voice was hoarse like sandpaper sharpening iron. "I think you young nobles would be scared to death if you saw them."

The mystical smile on Mark's face remained unchanged, and even became more "gentle". He picked up the greasy animal skin with his fingertips, and the holy light flashed slightly, and the stain evaporated instantly.

"The Holy Light will remember your 'blessing', Cripple."

He turned and left, and Enzo spat a mouthful of thick phlegm in the direction of Buck's limp. The dwarf warrior's temper was not as pretentious as Mark's.

Although, it might be more appropriate to call Enzo a giant now...

A mouthful of phlegm almost hit Buck's face, making him so angry that he limped out and was about to hit Enzo with a hammer.

…

The wind-sculpted stone pillars of Vulture Gorge cast twisted shadows in the dusk embers, like the ribs of a giant beast.

The air was dry, with a faint fishy smell from sand and distant swamps.

"Here it comes." Monica's voice sounded directly in the minds of the three people.

The glimmer of the [Ring of Truth (IX)] flashed across her fingertips, locking onto the five figures that appeared at the corner of the canyon below.

The configuration was standard for an orc patrol, with simple leather armor and crude weapons. The leader was carrying a large, chipped machete, and his aura was indeed high-level.

The orcs in other patrol teams have also become powerful orcs who have reached the high-level threshold.

Anna's emerald green eyes, which were disguised by Monica's camouflage, were instantly replaced by dark purple. It seemed as if there was a living thing moving under her fair skin. A layer of shadow armor that fit closely to her body emerged silently, and the elven longbow in her hand hummed and was stained with a deep ink color.

She didn't even aim deliberately. The bowstring trembled slightly, and five arrows condensed from pure shadow energy, with strange black smoke trailing behind them, flew out silently.

Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!

The arrows accurately hit the shadows under the feet of the five orcs, making a slight sound that was imperceptible to ordinary people.

The five orcs were even patrolling forward carelessly.

But the next moment, the five shadows suddenly came to life!

Like sticky black asphalt, it instantly spread upward along the orc's ankles and wrapped around them wildly until it solidified!

The five orcs seemed to be tied up by invisible ropes, their movements instantly stiffened, and even their roars of astonishment were strangled in their throats, leaving only the "ho ho" struggle deep in their throats.

Even the high-level orc leader was controlled by Anna's arrow.

There is no way around it, since all the members of Mark's team are high-level, and they are all high-level members of hidden professions such as the God's Favored Ones.

Ordinary orcs can't resist it at all!

"roar--!"

Almost at the same moment that the shadow confinement took effect, an inhuman roar erupted from Enzo's throat.

His muscular structure transformed into an obsidian body glowing with lava light, and his height, which was only three meters in his normal state, instantly soared to five meters!

The rune forging hammer grew larger in his giant palm, and the runes on the hammer head lit up with a dazzling red light.

Boom!

Enzo, in the form of a lava giant, fell from the top of the ambushing stone pillar like a meteorite!

The target was right in the center of the five orcs who were fixed in place!

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