338 The Upgradable Primitive Skill (II)

This was because..

Lin Ye had already set up a strong-smelling plant spice item here.

Although its original effect could not be used under the influence of the secret dungeon, the special smell it emitted affected the canine’s nose.

It was the same for the other items. The abilities given to them by the system had all lost their effectiveness, but their existing characteristics would remain.

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For example, a cocktail that was originally used to recover health had become an ordinary drink that could only be used to get drunk.

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“What do you mean?”

“Ko do valon (this enemy is very cunning and has set up strange things here. Our Hellhounds can’t locate him unless he appears on his own initiative).”

“Naga Yala (I feel like he’s trying to lure us out of the city so that he can attack us one by one. Look at the bodies on the ground. They were obviously attacked by the same thing and died at the same time.)”

“Yah ha? (Should we retreat and report to the great Chieftain?)”

“Eugene Waka? Yan ah. (Or should we think of a way to kill him and then report to the great Chieftain for credit? I’m not surprised that Zed is killed off so easily, but you’re one of the best Warriors in our tribe, so there’s no need to be so timid.)”

At this moment, a few orcs of the Gravel Tribe leading the patrol team were discussing their next tactics.

This orc was the highest-ranking captain and warrior of the Gravel Tribe, nicknamed Swift Scout. The rest of the orcs couldn’t help but hesitate.

He wanted to kill the other party by himself and claim his reward from the Great Chieftain Dark Fantasy but was also worried that he would be pressed to the ground and be crushed.

It was true that Swift Scout’s power was a million times more powerful compared to Shadowless.

However, Zed wasn’t alone. He had brought 99 Warriors and 100 demons of hell with him.

From what they know, they were only up against one enemy, and somehow, this person had single-handedly killed over two hundred people by himself.

This terrifying strength.. Can he even be compared?

historical

The orc thought long and hard about it.

But in the end, Swift Scout decided to make a strategic retreat.

He didn’t want to end up like Shadowless. What happened to that orc was a calamity, a price that needed to be paid for his own greed and arrogance, dying in this godforsaken forest.

Unfortunately for them, Lin Ye had just recovered his stamina and was secretly observing them.

“These guys are smart.”

“They even know how to retreat.”

“But what a pity.”

“I won’t let you leave safely.”

As he spoke, Lin Ye climbed out of the hole he dug and quickly ran towards the orc patrol team in the distance while shouting.

“Ji Ji Ji! The mud is too beautiful!”

From Lin Ye’s observation, this was obviously a sentence full of swear words in the orc language. He often heard them shout this whenever they were riled up.

That was why Lin Ye wanted to use this to attract their hatred.

What happened next proved it.

When the orc tribe members heard this as they were about to leave, they were all furious. They would rather disobey their leader’s order and rush up to give Lin Ye a pound.

Lin Ye concluded that this sentence was equivalent to “f*ck you”.

Swift Scout had no choice.

His subordinates would rather die than accept such humiliation.

He was their boss. Even he would not admit defeat when provoked.

Otherwise, his army would lose all morale.

HE waved his hand and ordered the entire army to attack. He also bravely charged toward Lin Ye, raising his giant ax as it tried to create a Pangu Genesis.

“Time of Silence!”

A purple light appeared in front of Lin Ye, and a demon sword quietly appeared in front of his chest. With a thunderous momentum, he slashed out a destructive sword and swept out a purple energy wave, drowning the Gravel Tribe’s orcs in its path.

Swift Scout was shocked.

“T-this..”

“This power..”

“How could there be such power—”

Before he could finish his sentence, the purple lightning had already devoured Swift Scout. Hundreds of bodies, along with the few vice-captains beside him, were all killed in an instant.

After that, by using the same strategy, the third patrol team who was also hiding in the area was also annihilated.

The captain of the fourth team realized that something was wrong and did not dare to approach the area to check the situation. They immediately returned to the Gravel Tribe’s stronghold and reported the situation to the Great Chieftain Dark Fantasy.

The Great Chieftain Dark Fantasy was also very decisive. He gathered his men again and formed a 500-man crusade team. They went to the places where the patrol teams had lost contact to investigate their deaths and the traces of the enemy.

There were a lot of enemies this time, so Lin Ye didn’t make himself known. He hid in the small tunnel that was covered by special plants and secretly observed the situation.

Very quickly.

After confirming the approximate cause of death of the fallen patrol team members and being unable to trace Lin Ye’s whereabouts, the orcs from the Gravel Tribe stayed there and sent people to move the bodies back to the stronghold. At the same time, they requested Dark Fantasy tribe to send more people.

It wasn’t until night fell that the orcs of the Gravel Tribe retreated back to the stronghold, afraid of being ambushed by the powerful Lin Ye. Only then did the dark forest return to its original silence.

Lin Ye crawled out of the tunnel he was hiding in and looked at the brightly lit Gravel Tribe’s stronghold that was being patrolled all night. He started thinking about his next step.

The orcs of the Gravel Tribe were already on guard.

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According to the normal intelligence given to them by the secret dungeon, they would definitely not send small teams out to die. Instead, they would hide in the castle and not come out, or send a large team of at least 500 orcs to ensure that they would not be scattered and let him steal their chicken.

So.. If he wanted to reduce the orc population..

He would have to take the initiative.

He would think of a way to kill a group of people in their stronghold, then retreat safely, destroy their nerves and sleep, and finally take the initiative to attack.

The difficulty of this was no different from directly charging at a large group of 500 orcs.

The latter might be simpler.

As long as he remained in this dungeon, Lin Ye would only be able to use primitive Skills. When the Time of Silence came, all of them would die.

However..

Lin Ye noticed something strange during his battle.

Every time he used the primitive Time of Silence, the next time he used the same Skill he would require less stamina, and his headache would occur less and less.

It seemed to be the same as the system’s Class skills. As long as it was repeatedly used in battle, the skill level would increase. Not only would it increase the power of the skill, but it would also reduce the consumption of the skill’s stamina.

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The most important thing was.

As long as he had enough stamina, these primitive skills didn’t have a cooldown time, and Lin Ye could mindlessly use them until he was exhausted.

And so.

A new strategy formed in Lin Ye’s mind.

He wanted to become the sword Saint of Shili Hill and raise his primitive Time of Silence to a higher level. Then, he would mercilessly attack this group of cowardly black-skinned orcs who were hiding in the base and did not dare to fight one-on-one like real men.

Of course.

The level of his primitive skill now was not enough for Lin Ye to cast without panting.

It would be fine as long as Lin Ye retreated once he used the primitive Time of Silence. That way, he wouldn’t be caught and killed by these dark-skinned orcs due to his exhaustion and headaches.

According to his observation and estimation.. If he worked a little harder, he would be able to achieve this goal in a few days’ time.

That would mean Lin Ye would have to train for at least ten hours a day for a month to be able to cast dozens of Time of Silence without getting into fatigue.

However, there was also a higher chance that he would not be able to increase the number of times he could cast this Skill, despite the training he would undertake, due to his body’s limit.

This was a story for later.

After that, Lin Ye started to train his Skills day and night. His level for primitive Time of Silence was steadily increasing, and the fatigue side effects from using it were getting smaller and smaller, while his stamina recovery speed was getting faster and faster.

The orcs from Gravel Tribe didn’t know what was going on, so they sent out team after team to search for Lin Ye’s whereabouts, but they couldn’t find him nor were they attacked by this mysterious challenger.

They began to let their guard down, thinking that Lin Ye had left their territory. The effectiveness of martial law was getting lower and lower.

Little did they know.

Lin Ye was preparing a super ultimate.

Finally, on the afternoon of the fifth day, Lin Ye released the primitive skill that he had used countless times. After Time of Silence, he only felt slight dizziness. It was an improvement from the beginning where he felt his body had been hollowed out.

“Alright,” He said excitedly.

“Great success in the divine art.”

“I can now initiate an attack on Gravel Tribe’s City.”