Full-Time Psychic Martial Artist

The three-headed wolves quickly arrived at the ancient tree where Lorne was hiding. Two of them continued to follow the scent, while the third sniffed around under the tree, clearly having discovered the fresh scent Lorne had just left behind.

Lorne turned his magic ring to become invisible, and two psionic tentacles silently slipped through the gaps in the leaves, reaching towards the dire wolf that was sniffing the air.

His current psionic power is 28, and his psionic modifier is (+9).

This means that both psionic tentacles have a strength and agility of 28.

The maximum length of the psionic tentacles is (refinement level + psionic adjustment value) meters, which is 10 meters.

After sniffing around for a while, the dire wolf under the tree finally confirmed that there were indeed elves in the tree, but just a second before it was about to howl to warn the enemy, its neck was suddenly tightened and something was strangling it.

Immediately afterwards, a mysterious and powerful will invaded the soul, forcing it to obey.

The dire wolf instinctively tried to resist, but the force was too powerful and completely overwhelmed it in an instant.

The level 5 trained dire wolf has become your [Bound Servant]

Lorne, hidden in the tree, smirked slightly as he issued a command telepathically.

Upon receiving the command, the dire wolf immediately let out a low growl.

This growl is so low-pitched that orcs can't hear it, but dire wolves can.

The two dire wolves, which had walked away, twitched their ears and immediately turned to look back, their eyes filled with doubt.

The dire wolf servant let out another series of low growls, signaling, "There's something good here. Don't let the orcs know."

The two dire wolves' eyes lit up and they immediately ran over, but as soon as they reached the tree, they felt a tightness around their necks.

[A level 4 trained dire wolf has become your [Trained Servant]] ×2.

Lorne immediately gave the order for the three-headed wolf to continue pretending to pursue, while actually leading the orcs in circles around the ancient tree.

The dire wolf obeyed and did as ordered.

Soon, the elite orc squad walked under the tree for the first time.

Lorne's psionic tentacles silently ensnared the two orcs walking at the very back.

[A level 5 orc warrior has become your [Bound Servant]] ×2.

The orcish caravan gradually moved away and disappeared from Lorne's sight.

Five minutes later, the group reappeared from another direction and walked towards the tree.

The leading orc wanderer carefully examined the ancient tree, then scratched his head and asked, "Have we been to this tree before?"

Immediately, several more alert orcs also began to examine the tree.

Lorne's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately gave new orders to his two orc servants.

One of the orc servants immediately chimed in, "Really? I think all the trees in this forest look pretty much the same."

An orc servant nodded in agreement, "Yes, are you seeing things?"

The wandering orc frowned, quickly walked to the tree, and prepared to examine it carefully.

Lorne secretly prepared his psionic tentacles, waiting until they were on the other side of the tree, out of sight of the other orcs, before grabbing them and instantly refining them.

A level 5 orc wanderer has become your [Forged Servant]

The orc wanderer emerged from behind the tree, laughing awkwardly, "I made a mistake."

Upon hearing this, the more alert orcs immediately relaxed.

One of the level 6 orc warriors said irritably:

"Fool, don't jump to conclusions! If those sprouts get away, Gorgon will kill us!"

After saying that, he swung his axe and cut a deep mark on the tree trunk as a marker.

A group of orcs resumed their movements in homing on the dire wolves. Apart from the orc servants at the rear of the pack, no one noticed that the two orcs who were third and fourth from the bottom paused for two seconds.

[A level 5 orc barbarian has become your [Bound Servant]] ×2.

Now, this elite squad has already had 3 wolves and 4 orcs quietly converted, nearly half of them have become Lorne's servants, and he can convert 3 more.

Lorne reassigned a tree for the three-headed wolf to circle, and immediately climbed down to the tree after the orcish caravan had gone far away.

Five minutes later, the orc squad passed under the tree as planned, and Lorne once again used his psionic tentacles to subtly transform them.

[A level 6 orc barbarian has become your [Bound Servant].]

[Level 7 Orc Warrior successfully saves the battle; Contract Servant conversion fails.]

Without saying a word, Lorne used his psionic tentacles to tighten around the orc's neck and hoisted him up.

The orc at the front of the group stopped at the strange noise behind him and immediately turned around, only to be met with his companion suddenly charging at him with a heavy axe.

They immediately set up their weapons for defense, but exposed their backs to the dire wolves that were scouting ahead of the group.

The three-headed wolf charged into the battle, forming a pincer movement with the orc servants at the rear of the group.

The six unconverted orcs were attacked from both sides, and two of them were killed within three rounds.

The original disadvantage of 6 against 9 widened again, and the remaining 4 orcs could only stand back to back in a circle and passively defend.

Lorne wasn't just watching; he extended his 10-meter-long psionic tentacles again, taking advantage of the distance to take advantage of the chaos and successfully convert another contracted servant.

The four-person defensive circle that was barely holding on suddenly had a gap, and the remaining three were all killed in less than a round.

You have completed the campaign event [Took a few more beasts], gaining 50 x 10 experience. (600/1000)

Lorne rolled his eyes speechlessly, too lazy to even complain about this unserious system anymore.

He did not reveal himself, but instead hid in a tree and gave orders to the seven men and three wolves, instructing them to go to the North Forest Fortress, infiltrate the first battle group of the orc army, and lie in wait.

After his servants left, Lorne climbed down from the tree and collected all the orc corpses and equipment on the ground into his storage space, which could freeze time, for later use.

Alas, it's a pity the Zaku is gone.

Lorne thought regretfully.

……

When Lorne caught up with the main force, the elves were gathered at the foot of a steep rock face about 50 meters high, waiting.

On the rock face, Monteridge was free climbing, seemingly trying to reach the top of the cliff to lower a rope ladder for the elves.

Clearly, although Monteridge was a ranger, he did not know the [Bridge Ladder] trick.

But what puzzled Lorne was that there should have been a rope ladder here for the snow elves to go up and down the mountain, so why was it gone?

Anyway, let's go up there first and then figure it out.

Lorne walked through the crowd to the foot of the cliff, made hand seals, and cast a spell. Countless vines quickly "grew" from the rock face, weaving into a vine ladder.

Lorne pulled hard a few times; it was very sturdy. Given the elf's weight, three people could easily climb it at the same time.

Lorne continued to cast [Bridge Ladder Spell], placing a second vine ladder vertically above the first, connecting them to form a longer vine ladder.

In this way, the five 10-meter-long rattan ladders are connected to form a single rattan ladder that runs from the bottom to the top.

The vine ladder happened to pass right by Monteridge, and Lorne had given advance notice through his mind network, so Monteridge decisively left the dangerous cliff and climbed the vine ladder instead.

Lorne then followed suit, setting up a second and third vine ladder leading directly to the top of the cliff, allowing the elves to climb in a line while he stood below to protect them.

"what!"

A child's scream rang out from the cliff face. The elves looked in the direction of the sound and saw a small figure falling from the vine ladder.

Upon seeing this, the elves' hearts leaped into their throats.