Chapter Seventy-Two: Ji Wu

"My lord, please save us! If the orc lords in the city find out that so many orc warriors have died here, we will all be buried with them! Waaah..." Vasily pleaded with Qin Mo, the six-foot-tall man crying like a child.

"What's it to you? Do you think you can kill the orc general? They'll understand." Qin Mo vaguely guessed the orcs' code of conduct, but he didn't want to get involved. He was in enemy territory, and the more he was exposed, the more dangerous it would be.

A commotion arose in the distance: the crying of children, the cursing of men, and the flickering lights of dozens of torches illuminating the people and livestock as they slowly left their homes and migrated to distant places.

"Where are they going?" Qin Mo couldn't help but ask Vasily.

"Leave here and seek refuge in other settlements or villages. The orcs will soon come to investigate the cause, and no one will survive. If anything happens to their people, everyone nearby will be wiped out."

“Go to another village? That’s another way to survive,” Qin Mo said with a sigh of relief.

Vasily said bitterly, "A way out? This kind of life... to squeeze into someone else's warm house... to beg someone else for protection... what do we need to give up? And how much do we need to give up? Maybe... it's just to be able to live."

Watching the departing crowd, and thinking of herself who had come from the warm south to the northern wilderness, Qin Mo thought to herself, "Who isn't just trying to survive? Or perhaps just trying to live a little better?"

"Vasily, do you have any way to help me?" Qin Mo didn't even know why she asked such a question. These Russians should also be considered her enemies!

"My lord... would you be willing to help us? Thank you, my lord... thank you, my lord." Vasily was stunned for a moment before he understood, and kept kowtowing to Qin Mo. He had learned a lot of the "etiquette" of the Great Xia Dynasty when he was engaged in smuggling in the trading city.

"Stop, stop, stop... Don't kowtow yet. Find a solution first. I won't help you if it's not appropriate." Qin Mo quickly stopped Vasily.

"My lord, it's actually very simple. Just keep killing the orcs, and kill them even more ruthlessly than here. They won't care anymore. As long as they don't thoroughly search this area, we can cover it up by disposing of the corpses."

Qin Mo's heart skipped a beat, and she couldn't help but think, "I can't speak the language here and I don't know the situation. Wouldn't it be easier to complete my plan if I had someone to cooperate with me?"

"Do you know where the orc warlord is? Can you lure him out? I'm not going into the city; I don't want to take the risk." Qin Mo said calmly to Vasily, meaning that he would help them if there was any benefit, but if there was any danger, he would have to say goodbye.

Vasily licked his lips and said, "I know where the orc overlords are. I can't lure them out, but... I know who can."

The moon was very round tonight, shining a silvery light on the snow-covered plain. Qin Mo knew that it was already mid-December, and she would probably spend New Year's Eve on the snow-covered plain this year.

When the moon was high in the sky, Qin Mo took Vasily to a village on a sled.

The village was quite large, even having wooden walls, indicating a large population. There were no lights on the walls, but Qin Mo's extraordinary eyesight allowed him to spot several cleverly hidden sentries.

Vasily walked straight toward the gate of the village, calling out as he went, "I am Vasily of Bechka, and I have important business to discuss with Lev."

"Stop and don't move. Hand over your weapons." A dull, irritated voice came from behind the gate, showing no intention of welcoming a distinguished guest, a stark contrast to Vasily's claim that he was the most welcome guest here.

Vasily awkwardly explained to Qin Mo, "It's already late at night, and outsiders can't enter the village. They allowed us in because they know I'm one of their own, but we have to hand over our weapons."

"I'm not going in. You go and tell him that it's best if he's willing to cooperate, otherwise we can go our separate ways." Qin Mo didn't want to indulge these unreasonable people. Although their reasons were valid, she was there to help them, not to beg for mercy.

Qin Mo casually tossed two orc general's tusks to Vasily as tokens, then drove the sled to a spot a mile away from the village gate to rest. This distance allowed the other to see him in the moonlight while maintaining a sufficient guard distance to minimize any tension on the other's part.

Qin Mo waited for a full half hour, but there was not a sound from the village. He sighed. It seemed that things were not as simple as Vasily had imagined. Who would risk their life to assassinate a powerful orc warlord for a group of outsiders?

Just as Qin Mo was about to leave, the gate of the stockade opened silently, and three figures came out and ran straight toward Qin Mo.

"Huh!" Qin Mo looked at the three people rushing towards him, his heart filled with surprise. Today's events had been completely unexpected, and they all seemed unreal.

"Hey! Hello buddy, I'm Lev, the leader here. I heard you have a business deal to discuss with me?" This Lev was about the same size as Vasily, both typical men from the fighting nation, but his Bactrian language was more fluent and standard.

"I think I should talk to him, not you?" Qin Mo's gaze remained fixed on the other person, showing no intention of paying any attention to Lev. Because that person... was a Yellow Realm cultivator.

Qin Mo sensed Rao Butong from the very beginning. Although he tried his best to conceal his aura, he had no way to hide from Qin Mo, who had mastered the Yuan Qi and could communicate with the Yuan Qi around him.

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