The flare floating overhead, like a bright xenon headlight, illuminated the entire camp as bright as day, and I felt something spinning in front of me, and with every breath, my lungs hurt hotly. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Qiangbach, who stood in front of me, used his shield to block the death scythe's attacks again and again, and he held the giant scythe with his hand, so as not to let the death scythe hurt me, and at this time, the death scythe did not change and escaped into the darkness again.

Until Duolun Lie ran over with a column of afterimages behind him, he was running in a high-level swordsmanship, leaving an afterimage on his body with every step he ran, and this speed was not much slower than the charge, he barely had to communicate much with Jonbach to know his intentions.

The one-handed long sword slashed at the arm of the giant scythe with white bones like lightning, and the white bones were cut off with a "click", and before the death scythe could react, Duolunlie's long sword slashed upwards with his backhand, and the head of the death scythe had flown away from its body, and the soul fire in the eye socket was instantly extinguished.

Sister Guoguo hugged me from behind, and when she saw a giant scythe of white bones stuck in my body, she was so distressed that she almost fainted.

"What are you doing in a daze, healing technique!" Qiang Bach saw that Sister Guoguo was already six gods, and he was completely panicked, and hurriedly reminded in a low voice.

Viru also came out of the darkness at this time, carrying a feathered arrow with a pale skull nailed to the tip of the arrow. The arrow that had just been shot at the head of the Death Scythe was shot by Viru. He stared curiously at the feathered arrow in the white bones scattered on the ground, the magic arrow that shot out of Kuz's hand.

The sound of the fight woke the orcite warriors from their sleep. Gerille listened to Kuz's instructions and hurriedly went to settle the panicked orcs. They are almost terrified of the death scythe. In the tribe, the spokesperson of these gods of death is the biggest nemesis of the tribal warriors, every time the orc tribe encircles and suppresses the death swamp, there will be many orc warriors who die in the hands of the death scythe, the orcs have not had a good countermeasure to these assassins in the dark night, and only a powerful warrior or shaman can deal with these death sickles.

In the tent, Sister Guoguo asked me to perform a second healing technique, but I refused. When everyone saw me, they were able to endure the pain and speak. It's a relief. Jonbach crouched beside me, carefully pulling the bone scythe out of my body, and it hurt so much that I grinned!

Sister Guoguo sat next to me, choking softly, her inner world was broken. All along, the magic that I was most proud of didn't help me, and she was saved from the brink of death by the weak me twice in a row, and each time I was seriously injured. The distressed Sister Guoguo could only sit aside and dry up her tears.

I was lying on a wolfskin mattress, and the maid Asakusa had mashed up the wolf clan's secret healing medicine and applied it to the wound on my shoulder, which combined with the "self-healing" talent. It works wonders for wound healing.

Geril came back and said to Kuz: The two orc warriors in charge of the night vigil died, and the wounds were cut diagonally from behind with sharp weapons, and the spine and **** ribs were neatly cut. It's all fatal.

Kuz and I were both silent, and finally on the first day of encountering the swamp zombies. There are casualties in the tribe, and that's the last thing we want. And in this windmill hill there is actually a death scythe, this assassin-type undead creature is a deadly threat to the ordinary orcs of the tribe.

"They are afraid of light, including light magic, and they usually haunt the mists of the Death Swamp, where there is no sunlight all year round, and this ghost is probably taking advantage of this obscuration of the wind and sand to be able to sneak into the edge of the windmill hills!"

"But someone died, after all!" said Kutz, a little sad and a little frustrated.

Gerille comforted Kuz, saying: "Living on the edge of the swamp of death, there will always be something like this, it's just an accident." ”

"One day, I'll build a strong barrier to keep out the Death Swamp and those damned undead creatures, and protect the orcs in all my territory!"

Kutz swore as he looked at me with a determined gaze and said, "Jia, you're going to help me, aren't you?"

"Az, you don't really want to build a wall hundreds of kilometers long on the edge of the Death Swamp, do you?" I asked weakly.

I think of the city wall in my previous life, which was admired by countless descendants, how much blood and tears were forged.

At this time, I heard Kuzmouth suddenly grab my hand and say, "Jia, you have a good idea!"

I lay on a wolfskin mattress, wishing I could faint.

...... Beautiful Dividing Line......

Walking out of the windmill hills, continuing to the southwest, a huge mountain appeared in front of us, it was like a screen blocking our eyes, and huge rocks gradually began to appear on the ground, which is the end of the branch of Yelian Mountain. The spur of the Yelian Mountains, the fault zone in the southern part of the Western Wilderness, and the edge of the Death Swamp converge here. This is the junction between the Western Wilds and the depths of the Wilderness, and at the same time the corridor into the Western Wilds, and this is the North Gulf Quarry.

Less than fifty miles to the southeast is the home of the Laitu tribe, and we came from the windmill hills to the northwest, and along the way, the female warriors of the Laitu tribe took turns to clean up the swamp zombies roaming the wasteland, as long as the swamp zombies could be seen as far as the line of sight, even if it was a little farther away, there would be tribal female warriors riding argali, killing them with short javelins, and smashing the zombies' heads.

It has to be said that this is a game of luck, and this event is very popular with the orc warriors of the Raitu tribe, because if they are lucky, the orc warriors who find the magic core will add an extra tasty steaming sausage to dinner.

This made the ordinary orcs in those tribes so envious that their eyes were red, and they didn't dare to argue with Kuz, so many old orcs complained to Gerille in private: those swamp zombies in the wilderness. As long as you have a demon antelope horn short spear in your hand, even a teenage orc child can kill him. Why not let all the Raitu tribes participate in this hunt?

Some orcs even suggested that the orcs who had been driven out of Bangor Manor were originally sinners in the Black Fang Tribe, and that they didn't even have a single piece of clothing on when they came to the tribe. Now I actually eat wheat cakes and drink broth with everyone, I can't understand.

The tribal trivialities were a great headache for Kuz, and he complained to me repeatedly every morning.

Every orc in the tribe has its own ideas and calculations, almost every orc who has dug wild vegetables in the wasteland cherishes every grain of food, they are hungry, we carry a lot of supplies, but we have to provide rations for more than six hundred people every day. The bags of black flour on the argali's bodies were consumed, and in the nearby wilderness, there were no large animals to be killed, and the large animals were driven farther away by the swamp zombie horde, and it became more difficult for us to replenish food. The orcs of Laitu feared that when they ran out of food, they would have to live a miserable life of feeding their hunger with wild vegetables.

The closer you are to the quarry, the busier it becomes. The magic carving pen drew different patterns on the parchment, and even Sister Guoguo didn't know what I was drawing.

...... Beautiful Dividing Line......

The entire Beigou Valley is at the foot of the Yelian Mountain Branch, and the Beigou Valley Quarry is at the northernmost point of the valley. The whole valley is an open-pit mine. Looking out into the distance to the North Valley, this valley is hidden on the horizon, and it will be difficult for even orc guides who are very familiar with it to find it, and experienced orc guides will follow the direction of the Yelian Mountain branches. to determine the general orientation of the North Valley.

My injuries healed quickly, and the green pillar of light in the sea of spirits that turned into a bridge between heaven and earth released a large amount of life elements when I was injured. These energies healed me much faster, and Kuz couldn't even comprehend them. Why do I have such a strong ability to heal myself? Even if it was an ordinary orc warrior, when he first awakened the bloodline talent of "self-healing". The healing is never better than mine.

Standing on the edge of the cliff in the North Gully and looking down, the orcs walking back and forth at the bottom of the valley were only the size of a matchhead.

Along the valley mouth winding in the cliff between the mountain road all the way down, all kinds of ore casually discarded on both sides of the mountain road, each piece almost weighs nearly 100 catties, these huge ores are washed by the rain, the rust on the surface of the rock shows that these ores contain iron elements, those are iron ore.

In the wilderness near the quarry, there are very few swamp zombies roaming. The road in the quarry is not difficult to walk, it didn't take long for our team to reach the entrance of the valley bottom quarry, not on the side of the road can still see some zombie broken limbs, such as a rotten arm that shows white bones, half a zombie skull and the like, it seems that this place must have been attacked by zombies in the past, and there were battles, but in the end the mine owner led the orcs to achieve the final victory.

It was a bleak scene, and several yellow-skinned orcs dragged a roll of worn-out leather out of the quarry, and saw that their steps were vain and weak. A dwarf's gray-white feet peeked out of the old leather, and dragged it all the way to a dug dirt pit, where several orcs worked together to push the leather roll into the pit and bury it hastily.

As they straightened up again, a sharp-eyed orc spotted our group, grinning his scorched yellow teeth, and as he ran into the quarry, he cried out: "Uncle, uncle!

Iron ore has been piled up in the entire quarry, this orc shouted loudly, the voice echoed in the valley, the originally silent valley suddenly poured out a lot of orcs, almost every orc is a vegetable, an old orc wearing very decent leather armor, with a cane in his hand, walking in front of all the orcs, he stood at the gate of the quarry, calmly looking at our team.

The group of orcs who followed him stared at the orcs and argali.

"Guests from afar, did you come to the Quarry in the North Gully Valley, did you pass by or do business?" asked the old orc to Kuz, who was sitting on top of the head of the Agui Beast, his eyes were very poisonous, and he could tell at a glance that Kuz was the leader of the group.

Kuz quickly jumped down from the Agui beast, and the old orc squinted at Kuz, first surprised that he couldn't find a single tattoo on his body, then looked at the alloy bow heavily, and finally his eyes stayed on the rough demon antelope skin armor on Kuz's body, until Kuz walked in front of him, the old orc said with a nonchalant smile: "I am the owner of the mine here, my name is Horsens, welcome to you, young man!"

"My name is Kuz, and I've come to Gurudin, and I'm here to buy some iron from you, and I've heard that your iron here is very fair. "Kuz's series of opening remarks were pre-designed by me and him.

Sure enough, the look on Horsens' face was much soothed when he heard Kutz say this, and he invited us to the mines.

Although Horsens showed enough gentlemanly demeanor, the dish-faced male orcs behind him all had green glow in their eyes when they saw the orcs in our ranks, and even worse, drooling from the corners of their mouths.

Compared with these yellow-faced and thin-skinned male orcs, the wheat-colored skin of these orc warriors under Gerile is smooth like brocade, and their complexion is ruddy and oily.

"You're right, young man, our ironware prices are very fair. Horsens ignored the orcs who were gathering on the Iron Ore Mountain to watch the excitement, and continued to talk to Kuz. Then he sniffed it carefully with his big nose before saying, "There is a smell on your body, it seems that along the way, you have killed those swamp zombies! This year's corpse plague and catastrophe have made life very difficult for most tribes, and it seems that your tribe is not bad!"

Kuzi sighed, shook his head and didn't speak, seeing that Kuz didn't speak, Horsens didn't continue to ask.

The cliffs in the mine are full of excavated stone caves, like beehives. Horsens generously vacated an entire cave in the cliff for the orcs of the Raitu tribe to rest. Kuz and I briefly explored the caves, each cave is a separate space, the cave is very dry and comfortable, as long as there is a skin, it is a good place to rest.

After a long journey, the old people and children of the tribe really need a good rest. These days, I am either in a hurry or encounter swamp zombies, but now I can sleep peacefully.

Kuzi chose one of the most spacious stone caves, and the maid Asakusa took a few orcs and began to move the important suitcases on the Yagui beasts into the cave one by one, while Geril led the orcs of the tribe to arrange their own accommodations, and every orc in the tribe would take a look at the residence of Geril himself.

As soon as Asakusa had moved the wooden box into the cave, I followed up and tried to get some parchment out of the box. By this time, Horsens had already walked in with a few orcs who were still neatly dressed, and those orcs had iron trays in their hands, and on the tray were placed a few pieces of shriveled sweet potatoes, and there were no tables or chairs in the cave, so everyone sat down in wooden boxes.

"Thank you for your generosity, Master Horsens!" said Kutz with gratitude.

Hosens blushed a little and said embarrassedly: "Originally, I was supposed to invite all the orcs of your tribe to a sumptuous dinner, but our mine has been out of food for a week, and we really can't bring anything good to entertain." (To be continued.) )