Chapter 767: Dark line (above)

They left a ruin and proceeded along the rutted road behind the Imperial Defense Front. m.
　　 The sun gradually rose above the sky. On the fortwork that stretched for several kilometers, the firepower spots left a long shadow in the dawn. Tens of thousands of tents covered the ground like blisters. The campfire used for breakfast was lit.
　　 They passed a banner, and all hung in a gradually hot air.
　　 The infiltration site is a drain in an ancient mine system about three kilometers west of Mount Mihir.
　　 A few days ago, this position was exposed during the shelling, and has been closely guarded since then.
　　 In addition to the sentinels, there are a small number of wizards, staring there day and night.
　　Ok also closely guarded the exit of the other end, but Grakas did not intend to go all the way to the other end.
Captain 　　 introduced him to the officer at the outpost, a red-faced man named Mano.
　　Mano quietly evacuated the sentry, and then watched with the captain Grakas slipped into the drain from the broken cliff.
　　 Darkness, an element that often appeared in his life, surrounded him.
　　 Three kilometers. Thirty minutes later, he crawled out of a drain, not far from the camp of Ok.
　　 He turned off the lantern, put it in his backpack, and hid it with a canvas jacket and military boots under a loose stone brick in a ditch.
　　 His time in the dark mine was almost enough for him to complete his identity change.
　　 He is no longer a NIKKOR.
　　 Overall, he didn't have much real camouflage: a pink silk shawl outside the desert suit, replacing the felt shoes of military boots, and a sand mask that was skillfully wrapped around his face.
　　 His skin was tanned, although not as dark as the ordinary Aksum.
　　To pretend to be a real Axum, you also need to tie your hair with a net and apply scented ointment to your forehead, armpits, crotch and belly.
　　Grakas has never done so extreme, although the bosses suggested so.
　　 He knew that his mind could easily make up for any flaws in his tactics. Moreover, those ointments seemed disgusting, and he did not intend to participate.
　　 He hung the machete on the sash, and attached a wide belt with three belt bags, each containing water, salt, and Ok's teeth.
　　He rubbed his hands with the sand on the side of the road and stained his nails.
　　 Outside that little scimitar, he didn't carry any weapons anymore, except for the ring.
　　 The sun had climbed into the sky while he was walking through the dark and damp underground world.
　　 He felt the scorching sunlight pierce his head and shoulders, but he was close to the valley and he could smell and feel it.
　　 Fresh wind came from the coast and traveled through the gaps of the Grand Canyon.
　　 He smelled the moist air and began to walk towards Oke's camp.
　　 A new day, the war is about to begin. The area where the main position of humanity was turned into a boiling ocean, where more than one hundred thousand ok are stationed here, and they will set off here again to spread their enthusiasm for war.
There are tens of thousands of such camps in the whole canyon, but here are the most special.
　　The huge king flag in the middle of the camp declared that there was an extraordinary existence. Those silver helmets shining in the sun showed the identity of the master.
　　Guk, King of Ockey, white tyrant.
　　Here is his king's court.
　　No matter from what aspect, a human being appears here is extremely dangerous suicide.
But Grakas knew that this camp wasn’t the only one. In fact, after attacking more than half of the province of Gramatia, in addition to plundering huge amounts of materials, Oak also had a larger population .
Guk did not completely slaughter all the human beings he encountered. In fact, he still left a part. Most of them worked to death in the factory behind, but there were very few people with special talents who would be killed by him. Take it by his side and be managed by his eagle servant servant.
　　This is the opportunity for Gracas.
All humans were collectively placed in a camp, under the care of the overlord’s guard, but Gracas knew the layout of the entire camp, he easily looked for a guard gap, and escaped into this tent under the cover of shadows and obstacles Area.
　　No matter whether war comes or not, life must continue.
Between the tents, merchants and hawkers are selling things, and the currency they use here is also the teeth of Ok, and Grakas also has to lament human adaptability.
　　All the living people are mostly craftsmen. Their main job is to complete some "fine work" that the mechanics cannot.
　　For example, to make some small decorations for Gu Ke's armor, or to engrave some symbolic carvings on the helmet, and recently Gu Ke also likes statues.
　　Under his orders, the stonemasons attempted to complete a statue of equal height, preparing to stand this statue at the highest point of the city after Guk captured Tyre.
　　Everyone in the camp is busy, because only by proving his worth can he live and his family can live.
　　 No one even pays attention to a stranger. After all, there are new strangers in this place every day.
　　While walking, Grakas meditated on the spiritual prayer in his mind, which was the last step to switch to another set of language habits and cultural background.
　　 "Who are you, friend?"
　　 As he approached a side gate of the camp, a knifeman suddenly asked.
Although the guard outside the camp was guarded by the guard, similarly, Guk also forbids Ouk from entering, so the order in the camp was maintained by humans.
A group like 　　 is usually called a gang.
　　 In a sense, Grakas does not think that humans are much more civilized than Ok, at least in terms of treating the same kind.
　　 The swordman originally leaned the long sword against the black breastplate, but now he raised his weapon.
　　 Some of his companions were also alert. Other swordsmen at UU Reading www.uukanshu.com were stopping some water transport merchants from outside the camp to this entrance, asking for their identities and charging protection fees.
　　Gracas looked at the other party.
　　Dark, this is his name.
　　 "Dark, my good friend, I have to tell you very sadly that my supplier is like a goat's mouth."
　　Gracas answered politely.
　　 "I can only get in and out, so I have to ship some good goods myself."
　　 Then, he took out a piece of salt and a few teeth from his pocket and handed it to the other party.
　　Dark waved his fat hand and accepted the thing with a disgusting smile.
　　 "Oh, don't worry! I understand that in such turbulent and difficult times, this kind of thing cannot be avoided."
　　Licked the salt block with his tongue. After confirming the purity, he looked at Grakas more sincerely.
　　 "Dude, it seems that you have a way, right? Well, we can do transactions in the future! I look forward to receiving your goods."
　　 "I will always work for you, Duck."
　　Grakas whispered:
　　 "But now I have to do the right thing."
　　 "Oh, of course, I have a chance to invite you for a drink."
Swordsmen gave way, here is to the outside world, although it is unavoidable to eat those green skins when going out, there are some lucky people who are cooked with the outside guys and can go in and out for a short time, they are also most of them Merchant source of goods.
　　Grakas tried to play such a role, but he did not know the guards guarding outside, so he chose another way.