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Orcs are the collective term for all humanoid creatures with beastly characteristics. They are divided into many ethnic groups, often in their own tribes, and have lived by their own traditions for thousands of years.

They revered warriors and worshipped orc gods of war. So most of the orcs are good hunters and warriors.

Orcs are generally very tough.

But some of the traditions that the orcs cling to are really not very good - the various races compete with each other for territory and prey, different tribes kill each other, and even hunt each other, compared to humans, the orcs with strong individuals are simply scattered.

So, a thousand years ago, when the orcs were still fighting among themselves, the humans living in the northern plains slowly began to become stronger.

The scattered orcs were simply no match for humans in large-scale battles, and after struggling for hundreds of years, the last orc tribes of the northern wasteland were uprooted, and the remnants were driven to the south.

And their southern orc cousins were equally unwelcoming to them.

Settling in the South also comes at the cost of blood.

After a long tribal war, many of the defeated orc tribes crossed the Atlas Mountains to the Desert of Seharir, where they settled.

Since then, the desert of Seharel has gradually become the territory of the orcs. Hundreds of years have passed, and the vast Oases and Great River Rhoni valleys scattered throughout the vast Saharel Desert are already overgrown with orcs.

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Seharel.

This boundless desolate place has devoured many lost creatures, and it is a place that human beings do not want to set foot in. Coupled with the orcs who are extremely hostile to humans entrenched here, it has naturally become one of the four forbidden places that the humans of the Holy Light Empire are afraid of.

Most people think of Seharel as an area of undulating sand dunes, but in reality only about a fifth of it is made of sand. The rest of the place is bare gravel plains, rocky plateaus, mountains and salt flats.

At this time, there was a rare guest resting on the gravel plains north of Seharel.

Her face and pointed ears are incredibly beautiful, and she can tell her race at once, the White Elves.

She was now sitting in the shadow of a boulder in an eerie but exotic pose, apparently meditating with her eyes closed.

She is the white elf who ran away from home, Yue.

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Long.

Waking up from her own spiritual world, the first thing she did was to look around with her beautiful and clear blue eyes, as if she was looking for something.

Then, as if suddenly awakened, she paused and muttered, "It's started again...... It's not that time anymore......"

As if remembering something again, she said to herself, "She...... What are you doing now? ”

During her first break after leaving Castle Black, Moon meditated as she remembered the Night Moon.

Later, this behavior became her habit, just like the habit of looking for the figure of the night moon every time she woke up.

The moon raised her eyes and looked at it, perhaps because of the lack of the figure in the black robe, the sky, it seemed so tall and high; The land is so vast and vast.

The sand wind on the endless stones seemed to be whining, and although there was wind, it all made the place seem incredibly quiet, and she was so small and lonely in this high ground.

It was dusk, and the setting sun had dyed everything on the gravel desert a blood-red red, so poignant and stunning.

"Loneliness? I want to go back like this...... I'll never leave her again......" But she quickly gathered her emotions and stood up: "It's evening." It's time to go. ”

The temperature difference between day and night is extremely high, usually reaching more than 30 degrees or even more 50 degrees during the day, but dropping to about zero degrees at night.

So after living in Castle Black for ten years, he has become more accustomed to the dark and cold moon, and chooses to travel from dusk to dawn.

The White Elf had sorted out her emotions and became expressionless, just as she had been doing for ten years, burying all her fiery passion for someone in her heart.

Putting on her cloak, lowering her hood, and examining the two daggers she had taken from Castle Black's treasury, the action was exactly the same as that of the extremely beautiful Lord of the Dead—consciously or unconsciously, Tsuki had been mimicking Night Moon, imitating her movements, clothes, and even personality.

She continued on her way.

Along the way, she has been walking in the most barren and harsh environments. Because she avoided all orc territory in her path - because it would save her trouble.

Fortunately, she was not short of supplies.

The beasts that roam the road can feed her - her barbecue skills are too good to be good. Although it is dry and rainless all year round, there is moisture evaporating in the air. So there's always a free water element here that can be gathered. The elemental magic she learned from Teacher Green was just right to make fresh water.

Because of her caution, she hadn't encountered any orcs so far, until two figures flashed a few hundred meters in front of her.

After a moment's hesitation, she hid her figure and chased after her.

"Let's go check it out first. There are only two orcs, so it shouldn't be dangerous. ”

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