Cast a Long Line

Shen Yi had only lingered near those two Pig-headed Orcs for a moment, yet he already felt as though a faint stench had clung to him.

"Here..."

"Seems to be Orc race territory, called Aqi Shuxia."

"The orcs on patrol should be the lowest class. They aren't very strong."

After hesitating for a moment, Fei Mi frowned as she looked at the two vacant Pig-headed Orcs before speaking.

She could only recall a few scattered fragments of memory, and honestly, she was not even sure whether those memories were real...

"What should we do with these two pigheads?"

Even with a layer of force field between them, Wen Ke'er still looked thoroughly disgusted.

Not far away.

The intimidated Pig-headed Orcs had greenish-yellow snot hanging from their noses. Their raised sabers remained blankly suspended in midair, and even after a long time, they showed no sign of tiring.

To orcs of this level, Shen Yi's mental power was as distant and unreachable as the heavens and sea. A mere mental shock—the lowest-grade kind, one that could barely even be considered an exertion of power—had left the two Pig-headed Orcs too terrified to react for several minutes.

Wen Ke'er had clearly already learned from Shen Yi's earlier mental fluctuations that he had obtained the information he wanted.

These two orcs no longer had much reason to exist.

"You. Plant mental marks on them. No visual awareness is needed—just a rough sense of their location."

Shen Yi raised his head. He was still processing the vast stream of information he had gathered from the two Pig-headed Orcs. Killing them outright would be too likely to alert the enemy.

"What~"

"You're leaving this dirty work to me~"

Though she complained aloud, Wen Ke'er's hands did not pause in the slightest. Two firefly-like lights shot