Full-Time Psychic Martial Artist

Lorne circled around to the blind spots created by the buildings, and then, under the protection of various cover and shadows, silently sneaked into the village.

After walking along two paths, close to the shadows of the houses, Lorne successfully reached the edge of the square, hid behind a house, and quietly peeked out.

About 10 meters away, two orcs were dozing around a campfire.

The flames crackled and popped as the firewood burned, occasionally spitting out a string of sparks.

These sounds are good; they can mask the orcs' hearing.

Lorne took three deep breaths, trying to calm his racing heart, and boldly crept forward.

"Achoo!"

Just as they were about to enter the square, a dozing orc suddenly sneezed.

Lorne's heart skipped a beat, and he froze, holding his breath as he stared at the orc less than 5 meters away.

The orc rubbed his nose sleepily, then groped around with his snotty hand until he found the pile of firewood. He threw three pieces into the fire and then started to doze off again.

Lorne dared not move. He slowly exhaled the breath he had just held and then slowly inhaled fresh air. Only when his breathing was steady did he take another step forward.

Inside the cage, an elf spotted Lorne and instantly understood what he was about to do.

He gently shook his companion beside him, and once the companion woke up, he immediately gestured for him to be quiet and pointed in the direction where Lorne was.

The elf, awakened by the shaking, stared wide-eyed with a mixture of surprise and delight upon seeing Lorne.

What happened? How did Little Lorne get there? Wasn't he taken away with the village chief?

One question after another popped into her mind until the fairy who had woken her gently touched her and made a gesture, and she suddenly realized that now was not the time to think about these things. She had to wake up the other fairies quickly, and very gently, without making any noise.

When Lorne successfully sneaked to the nearest cage, all the elves had already woken up and knew that Lorne had come to rescue them, but they didn't know the specific plan.

Lorne first gestured for silence, then pointed in the direction where the village chief and the others were lying in ambush, indicating that they should run in that direction later. After the caged elf nodded to indicate that it understood, it took a skinning knife from its pouch and put it into the cage.

The nearest elf immediately took out a skinning knife and began to quietly cut the vines binding the cage.

Lorne looked around and, seeing that it was safe, continued to sneak toward the second cage, repeating the same method.

As he approached the third cage, footsteps suddenly came from the room opposite the cage.

All the elves immediately stopped what they were doing, closed their eyes and pretended to be asleep. Lorne also lowered his body as much as possible and remained motionless.

After the orc left the house, he walked a few steps along the wall, turned his back to the cage where Lorne was hiding, urinated, shuddered, and then went back into the house without realizing it.

Lorne quickly handed the skinning knife to his tribesman and pointed out the direction they would escape in.

By this time, the first cage had already cut the vines, but the cage did not fall apart. Instead, the elf inside held it firmly in its hands, without making any deformation or sound.

These elves were clever and considerate of their fellow elves; they waited until all the elves had cut the vines before running away together.

Lorne quickly returned to the first cage, retrieved the skinning knife, and sneaked towards the last cage, also picking up the skinning knife from the second cage along the way.

The fourth and final cage, aided by two small knives, was quickly pierced by the vines, and like its brethren, it did not immediately flee.

All the imprisoned elves are now watching Lorne, awaiting his instructions.

Lorne thought for a moment, pointed to the campfire blocking their escape route, made a throat-slitting gesture, then pointed to the elves in the cage and made a running motion.

The elves nodded in agreement.

Lorne crept forward stealthily, two invisible tentacles extending from the back of his hands.

As he crept up behind one of the orcs, two tentacles reached out to the other orc, aiming for his eyes.

The orc whose eye was being targeted by the tentacle was the only professional on duty.

Lorne was a little nervous because he had never tried attacking with his body and tentacles together before, let alone attacking two different targets at the same time.

This was a lesson learned; he shouldn't have swung that damn axe that afternoon, he should have practiced this instead.

He wasn't affected by regret; he simply took the lesson to heart and cleared away the inappropriate emotion.

After applying the Hunter's Mark to the target of the tentacle attack, Lorne immediately launched a sneak attack.

Just to be on the safe side, he launched a tentacle attack first. After both tentacles had precisely pierced the orc's eye sockets, he quickly stepped forward and used a skinning knife to slit the throat of another orc.

Then, a small accident occurred.

Because he underestimated the orcs' thick hide, his first cut didn't go deep enough. Fortunately, his senses and agility were very high, and he immediately followed up with another cut.

Yes, that's the second lesson. I should have done it myself when I was dismembering those two orcs this afternoon.

Lorne silently noted it down in his mind, then was slightly startled.

Holy crap, why am I thinking about this at a time like this?

Lorne immediately snapped back to reality, grabbed the orc's head with both hands, twisted it hard, and ended his wicked life before he could grab his axe and fight back.

At the same time, the sound of falling wood came, and the elves broke free of their cages and ran towards Lorne.

After taking down two orcs, Lorne grabbed an axe, ran a few steps to clear a path for the fleeing elf, and at the same time raised the axe with both hands, aimed at another orc with his back to him by a campfire, and threw it forcefully.

The heavy axe spun through the air toward its target, then the handle slammed into the orc's head with a thud.

Uh.

Lorne awkwardly dug his toes into the ground, then secretly glanced at the fleeing elf. Seeing that no one had noticed his mistake, he breathed a slight sigh of relief.

The third lesson is that if you haven't practiced throwing axes, never throw them carelessly, otherwise you'll just be wasting a weapon. Especially when many acquaintances are watching you.

The escape of the elves startled the sleeping orcs. They jumped up in a panic, some shouting for help, others grabbing axes and giving chase.

In desperation, one of the orcs threw his axe at the fleeing crowd.

The orc throwing the axe was the one Lorne hit with the handle. Clearly, his axe-throwing skills were far superior to Lorne's; the heavy axe spun once in the air, and the blade just managed to strike the target.

However, just as the axe blade was about to strike the elf's back, it mysteriously stopped in mid-air.

Phew~ My axe-throwing skills aren't great, but I'm good at catching them.

Lorne breathed a sigh of relief. His psionic tentacles swept the intercepted flying axe in front of him, while he used another tentacle to wipe away non-existent cold sweat from his forehead.

That was close; we almost couldn't stop it.

By this time, the last elf had run past Lorne, and the sleeping orcs had all been awakened by the alarm.

Lorne ran back to the campfire where he had just attacked, picked up the heavy axe of the dead orc warrior with his left hand, gripped the heavy axe that was being blocked by tentacles with his right hand, and charged toward the orc chasing in the lead.

Upon seeing this, the orc roared and changed direction to meet the attack head-on, ready to engage in close combat and unleash a burst of brute force.

When he was five meters away from Lorne, his ankle was suddenly wrapped by a thin, flexible, unidentified object. He was then violently lifted up, spun around, and slammed to the ground, feeling dizzy and disoriented.

Lorne dragged the fallen orc in front of him and swung his heavy axe at the neck with his left hand.

The orc's neck was severed, and the axe blade was stuck in his cervical vertebrae. Although his life force was not completely cut off, he was incapacitated, bleeding, and severely injured, and it seemed he would not survive.

Lorne didn't have time to finish off the orc, because the second orc had already charged at him. But before he could even make a move, an arrow flew out from his side and behind, piercing the orc's throat with pinpoint accuracy.

More arrows shot out from the forest, effectively slowing the orcs' pursuit and allowing all the rescued elves to escape safely into the forest.

Lorne knew his mission was complete. He used one of his empty tentacles to lift the axe that had pierced the throat of the orc, then turned and ran into the forest.