Bang bang bang.

There was a slight crackling sound from the burning sticks and branches in the campfire, and the rising flames were licking the jerky on the branch that Ludon was holding, allowing the cold jerky to thaw slowly and then sizzle the oil.

He took a few pieces of hard black bread from his bag under his cloak, roasted them over a campfire, smeared them with oil beads from the jerky, and ate them silently.

Having eaten the last piece of brown bread, Ludon took a big bite of the already baked jerky, and then took a bite of a gurgling water bladder from his waist.

The bladder is full of spirits, which do not freeze even in sub-zero temperatures, and when you take a sip, it feels as if a fire burns from your mouth to your stomach, but then the warmth spreads to your limbs.

After hastily eating his dinner, Ludon walked out of the cave again, using some branches and grass ropes to build a few improvised traps at the entrance of the cave, which were not lethal, but could make a loud enough noise to inform Ludon of the arrival of his enemies when triggered.

After doing all this, Ludon returned to the campfire and sat down silently, holding the straight-edged knife tightly wrapped in the cloth in his hand against the wall and closing his eyes.

The night is already deep......

At the same time that Luden fell asleep, in a valley about twenty kilometers away from the cave where he lived, it was now illuminated by the glow of several huge torches that were blazing!

At the mouth of the valley was a huge wooden wall made of rough logs, on which stood shadowy orc warriors, staring at the silent herd of beasts about fifty yards away from the wooden wall!

The group of beasts that were confronting the orc warriors was very strangely composed of a wide variety of beasts and monsters, and even the sworn enemy beasts that would have fought immediately when they met were also standing side by side, aiming their fangs at the orc warriors in front of them!

The only thing they have in common is that there is a little deep purple in the depths of their pupils!

Although most of the orc warriors had scars on their bodies, as well as traces of herbs hastily applied to them, and most of the weapons they held in their hands were tattered, and most of them were made of bone and stone, there was no fear in their eyes!

For in the valley behind them sat their tribe's villages, and among them were their relatives and friends!

And on the top of the valley, a wooden house that belonged to the tribal chieftain, there was a curtain depicting a blazing blade of fire wafting in the cold wind of the Far North wilderness!

Knock knock!

With a series of heavy footsteps, a half-orc who was so tall that he was at least a head taller than an ordinary orc slowly walked up to the wooden wall!

The old face could not hide the compelling light in the eyes of this half-orc, and the flame-red brilliance around him brought out a scorching aura like a flame between the surrounding, and the scars under the simple animal skin cloak were the most dazzling medals, telling their masters how many tragic battles they had experienced!

"Chief!" "Chief!" As the orc stepped up to the wooden wall, the orc warriors who had been staring at it with one hand slapped their chests in the highest respect to their chief, the mighty legendary Swordmaster, the Molten Blade of Terion Fireblade!

Nodding slightly, Trian looked at the black herd of beasts outside the wooden wall, and the divine light in his eyes became more and more cold!

"Hmph!" After snorting coldly, Trian casually picked up a wooden spear placed on the wooden wall, and the flaming red light around him fluctuated, and the strong muscles on his arm bulged, and then he threw the spear in his hand fiercely towards the beasts!

The wooden spear turned into a black shadow, dragging a long flaming red trail across the night sky, as fast as lightning, like thunder, as if it pierced the silent beasts with a rolling roar!

Rumble!

With an almost indescribable loud noise, the wooden spear fell to the ground with a slight flame red, and suddenly the flames erupted and the air boiled, as if several fireball spells compressed to the extreme erupted at the same time, forming a flame shock wave like a wave, spreading wildly in all directions!

Within ten yards of the wooden spear's landing point, the monstrous beasts and monsters were directly swept away by the erupting flame shockwave, and then torn into scorched pieces of various sizes, scattered among the beasts!

Suddenly receiving such a powerful attack, the beasts seemed to have a slight commotion at this moment, and some beasts involuntarily took a step back.

But soon, in the midst of some buzzing sounds like mosquitoes, some strange-looking monsters appeared from the herd!

They looked like a giant eyeball, which took up two-thirds of the entire face, and under the eyeball was a large mouth full of fangs, three gray tough tentacles supported their movements, and around the huge eyeball, there were circles of purple psionic energy!

If the muse is here, he can recognize at a glance that this is a monster bred by an ancient evil thing, and it belongs to the earth species of monsters like the demon eye - the evil eye!

And driven by the circles of purple spiritual energy radiated from these evil eyes, the beast group that had begun to stir quickly fell silent, and even the purple intent in their eyes became even thicker!

And when the figure of a huge evil eye with an eyeball diameter of one meter gradually emerged, a huge purple spiritual energy wave exploded, covering the entire herd!

Then, the herd of beasts that had been silent in the night suddenly "came alive", and the sound of the trampling of the hooves, the knocking down of trees, and the howling of the beasts joined together, like a tidal wave to the village of the Fireblade Tribe!

With a bang, under the leadership of a frost giant bear that stood at least five meters tall, countless beasts and monsters all pounced on the towering wooden wall with red eyes as if they had been struck by evil!

Knock knock!

The ancient sacrificial war drums sounded, and at some point, a diminutive figure appeared in the shadows behind Trian, wearing a fiery red animal skin robe and a crown of feathers tied with brightly colored feathers, and at this time a pale bone drum was beating in a peculiar rhythm!

The hoarse and deep voice resounded through the night sky very strangely, the sad and majestic orc language came out of his mouth, the ugly voice was strangely exciting, and the occasional roar accompanied by the ancient melody sang an ancient shamanic war song!