Drowned, this is the easternmost area of the Death Swamp, the reason why it is called Drowned Pool by the orc werewolves is because there are patches of swamp here, and many unknown grasses are those natural traps under the grass, and orcs who have no experience in swamp life cannot survive here at all, because as long as they take a wrong step, they will fall deep into the swamp and be swallowed by those fundamentally dark quagmires. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoThis is the place where the most drowned orcs are killed, hence the name Drowned.

Although it is not a Death Swamp, the aquatic vegetation here is affected by the Death Swamp, and the plants here are some plants that prefer to grow where there is water. For a long time, the wasteland on the Pai Plateau was only suitable for the growth of wild grasses, and the whole wasteland seemed extremely desolate, but on the Pai Plateau, only the two places of Death Swamp and Yelian Mountain were actually not desolate, and many orc tribes who liked to live comfortably chose to live on the edge of the Death Swamp, if there were no corpses here, it would be a very livable place, because there was no shortage of food here.

After nearly half a month of hunting by the members of the Wind Chaser Adventure Group, there was finally not a single wandering swamp zombie in the entire drowning moor, and the occasional night temptation became the ghost of Viru's arrow. More and more experienced, but also more and more skilled. The witcher became familiar with the breath of the death scythes, and for him, the ghosts were his prey. After his day and night of hunting, the entire drowned swamp zombies had retreated to the edge of the death swamp.

When we arrived with a large group of men from the Laitu tribe, the whole drowning swamp was quiet, occasionally. You can also see the headless swamp zombies lying randomly in the swamp, the corpses of which have gradually decayed. However, the orc overseers who followed the team gradually developed a habit. That is, wherever you go, you see fallen swamp zombies on the ground. Then he ordered the gray dwarf slaves to pick them up and carry them together. When it was time to camp at night, set up a large iron pot and pour all the swamp zombies collected during the day into the iron pot to refine corpse fire oil.

The reason why the orc overseers are so keen on refining corpse fire oil is because Kuz promised that for every barrel of corpse fire oil refined, the orc overseers will be rewarded with a silver coin, and Tia has been boasting about the prosperity of Gurudin, and said that as long as there is money, there will never be a danger of starvation. How much black bread can be exchanged for a silver hammer. Tia's answer was twenty-five black loaves of bread the size of a disc.

So on this journey, the gray dwarf slaves became very hard again, and they always had to be ready to carry zombies at all times.

The orcs of the Raitu tribe almost knew how to avoid the traps that hid under the grass, and the orcs who knew it well led our whole team through a swamp, and I lay on the back of the Agui beast and asked Geril, "You all have such a wet swamp here, and your tribe is built in the swamp?"

Perhaps because she was almost home, Geril even began to hum the ballad of the orc tribe beside me, a sweet smile on her wheat-colored face. She looked up at me for a moment, and then said, "Our home is in the col not too far ahead, and between those two hills, there is a relatively high place. It's dry, and there is no standing water even during the rainy season in summer. We lived there until we were attacked by zombies!"

Gerille gestured to the gray area between two large mounds in the distance. I followed the direction of her finger and it was a circular col. The col is surrounded by nothing more than a huge mound barely called a mountain, which can be seen from above. It's like a "concave" word.

The Laitu tribe has always been built on the southern slope of the most central area of the word "concave", which can avoid the cold north wind blowing directly in winter, and the slope is not worried about waterlogging, and it is indeed a very livable place. As our team walked slowly into the Raitu tribe, we could still see the crumbling wooden walls of the tribe, the logs on the walls were lying on both sides, and the colorful flags had become strips of rotten cloth, covered with muddy water, and the color had faded to the point where they could not be seen in their original colors.

Most of the beams on the wall have been broken, and the two huge wooden gates at the gate of the tribe have been trampled to pieces, and the broken logs have been deeply embedded in the loess road, if it weren't for Geril telling me that those logs were originally the gates of the Laytu tribe, I would never have thought that these logs, which looked like they were specially laid under the roadbed, were originally two huge wooden doors.

The Wind Chaser team is at the front, and they will explore the col again, not knowing where the swamp zombies have gone, as if overnight, all the swamp zombies are suddenly gone. The entire ruined tribe was dead, strewn with white bones and broken bricks, and the stone and wood squares had almost collapsed after repeated ransacking by swamp zombies.

For the first time in recent days, they were collectively silent, and as soon as the team entered the ruins of the Laitu tribe, the orcs spontaneously organized themselves and began to clean up the messy streets, carefully picking up the bones and putting them together to find a piece of leather to wrap.

Some orc warriors and children walked into the tribe, and when they saw this miserable and depressed tribe, they couldn't help but cry, and the deepest sorrow in their hearts erupted at this moment, without warning. The home had been so completely destroyed that almost all the buildings had been destroyed, the roofs of many of the stone houses had collapsed, and the wooden houses looked like they had been crushed by the ancient beast Beamon, and it was hard to imagine how the two-man thick hardwood pillars had been broken, presumably by the swamp zombies after banishing the Orcs of the Raitu tribe.

In order to banish the orcs from the swamp, they actually learned to tear down the houses where the orcs lived, and the solid pillars that supported the roof looked like they were broken by the zombies.

In the orc tribe, the house is of considerable importance to the orcs, and to the orcs. Building a house is a big deal, in general. It was also difficult for the orcs to build a decent house in their lifetime, on the Pai Plateau. There are fewer and fewer huge timbers that are old enough, and you need to gather enough logs to build a house, and now if you want to get some main beams and columns, you may have to go deep into the mountains to find them, but those huge timbers in the deep mountains are difficult to carry.

The houses of the orc werewolf tribe have solid stone foundations, and these stones also need to be carved in the distant mountains, and some young orcs sometimes carry dry food on their backs in order to build a decent house. Entering the mountains alone, staying for months at a time.

Finally enough wood and stone were gathered, and enough meat and food were gathered to entertain the other orcs of the tribe who helped to build the house, usually whoever built the house in the tribe, the other orcs would come and help, and they would not be paid anything, but there was one point, the owner of the house would provide three meals a day for free to the orcs who helped build the house. Not only do you have to eat enough, but you also have to see meat in the morning and evening.

So building a house is very difficult for orcs. Grile also squatted in front of her house with a sad face, looking at the collapsed and ruined walls with tears on his face. It was a three-room stone-based cabin, and the entire roof had collapsed, but it looked like the stone foundation was still intact. It's just that the main beam and column are broken.

Kuz stood behind Geril, bent down and patted her on the back. He whispered in her ear, "Don't be sad, we can build better houses in the future." When we drive the zombies back to the Death Swamp once and for all, I'll take everyone to the depths of Yelian Mountain to cut trees and go to Stone Mountain to quarry, and we will definitely build these houses all over again before autumn comes!"

Geril's eyes were red, and he was a little embarrassed to wipe the tears from his eyes, and ran away with his big braids.

Kuz didn't seem to understand very much, why he couldn't even care about crying while talking, so he ran away in a panic, this cheerful orc girl, rarely had such an embarrassing time, so he turned his head to ask for help, looked at me with a blank eye, I winked my eyes, and said to him: "You will attend the coming-of-age ceremony in more than a month, maybe you should marry a wife soon after the coming-of-age ceremony, is she because of this? Or did you say that we will build a house together until autumn, she can't wait!"

Kuzi couldn't hear my ridicule, and thought about it very seriously for a long time, then raised his head and said uncertainly: "It should be shy!"

The concept of love of the beast wolves is very simple, and it is probably the instinct of survival to find a mate and reproduce the next generation. Or the poor orcs don't have any concept of love at all, as long as the orc werewolves are a little hardworking and dare to follow the rest of the tribe to hunt in the wasteland, there will always be something to gain when they return, a few skins or a big bag of raw jerky will be exchanged for an orc wife, such an orc girl may not be very beautiful, but she will definitely be able to give birth to a child for that orc.

The life of the orc werewolf nobles is simpler, as long as they gently beckon, there will be a large number of orc girls willing to dedicate themselves.

I always thought that an orc girl like Geril should be like the moon, hanging high in the night sky, countless orc werewolves are willing to act as stars around her, pursue her, love her, every night there will be orcs to write her some love poems, give some small gifts, she should be held in the palm of her hand.

But in the Laitu tribe, there were hardly any male orcs here except for the orc overseers and some old orcs, so Geril couldn't feel this. Even in order to get a little favor from Kuz, he has to sing happily around Kuzi like a lark every day.

Seeing Kuz's careless appearance, I couldn't help but advise Kuz: "You have to be nice to Geril in the future!"

At this time, Kuz always scratched his head at me, smiled and nodded. My relationship with Kutz, sometimes I can't understand it myself, I even feel that we are a pair of twin brothers, what he thinks doesn't need to be said, I know, what I think, he also understands in his heart.

By now, Kuz and I were secretly beginning to feel fortunate that we had been able to buy back so many grey dwarf slaves in the quarry. As long as the gray dwarves can eat two full meals a day, they are like a group of mules, working hard, even if they occasionally eat two boiled sweet potatoes, they do not complain.

Almost all of the heavy clean-up was done by these more than a thousand gray dwarf slaves. After collecting the area around the Laitu tribe and confirming that there were no traces of swamp zombies in the area, the Wind Chasers team began to expand the hunt to the edge of the Death Swamp. Every day, Viru has to take Sister Guoguo and them out to hunt zombies.

They even made a big climbing plough out of discarded wood. A few argali, dragging large climbing plows, galloped through the marsh, and they followed on their Gubolai horses. Every evening, they would come back from the edge of the Death Swamp in the afterglow of the setting sun, and each time they climbed the plow, they would be filled with ordinary swamp zombies, and of course, some swamp corpse kings.

Viru brought these swamp zombies back to refine corpse fire oil for us, and now the second batch of oil drums is almost full.

The quarryman, Horsens, was making oil drums day and night, and the blacksmith's workshop in the quarry was already running at full capacity, when he had last delivered sweet potatoes. It also comes with some bog zombie carcass as a gift. The clever orc overseers of the quarry put the corpses soaked in corpse oil into bags, and the arms and thighs of the swamp zombies were easier to store and transport, so they would collect them little by little and bring them to the owner of Horsens the last time they returned to the quarry.

It was thanks to these hotter fuels that the blacksmith workshops in the quarries were reopened, and it was now difficult to bring back timber from Yelian Mountain, where the cattle had been eaten by the hungry orcs. Without the large animals, it would have been difficult for Horsens to bring back the wood from the mountains, and it was the carcass soaked in corpse oil that kept the quarry's blacksmith workshop back running.

Horsens brought a message that in a few days he would personally escort a new batch of oil drums. Come and drown in person.

I suspect that the sharp-eyed, thoughtful werewolf farmer must have had a new idea. That's why I personally rushed over to discuss with Kuz. Maybe it's the next order for oil drums, maybe it's a sample of the oil stove that has already been made. Maybe he's going to talk to us about buying some corpses, maybe he's going to buy some sweet potatoes.

The orc warriors of the Raytu tribe have dropped their short spears and shields these days. Dig for sweet potatoes in the swamp behind the col. The swamp was so fertile that you could see vines with heart-shaped leaves, and when you lifted the wilted, brittle branches of sweet potatoes, you would reveal a large patch of black silt underneath, in which the strings of sweet potatoes grew.

This silt is not like the red soil of the windmill hills, which can be easily dug out of the soil with a hoe or shovel, and the black silt is so soft that it is not easy to dig at all. These orc warriors used to be in the Laitu tribe, and they had to come here every autumn to collect enough sweet potatoes for the winter, so they were very experienced in picking sweet potatoes.

For me, this black silt swamp is deadly enough. I don't know how deep the soft black mud is, and when I step into it, the soft mud will slowly wrap around my legs from the surface of my feet, and the more I panic and struggle, the faster I fall, and of course even if I stand still, my body keeps sinking. This is the so-called terrifying edge of the swamp of death.

However, these quagmires also happen to be the best environment for sweet potatoes to grow, and these black silt contain a large number of sweet potatoes.

Later, it was Geril who solved my confusion, and the beast women of the Laitu tribe who walked freely in the mud like loaches, before entering the swamp, would coat their bodies with a slippery and slimy vine juice, so that they would become slippery loaches, and any linen, wool, silk, Clothes made of leather will hinder the flexibility of their bodies, so those beast girls covered in black mud are all naked, and with the strength of their strong waists and legs, they can swing in the swamp mud differently, and they can even break free from the shackles of black silt, and each time they can take some sweet potatoes from the mud and swim up.

This kind of work can only be done by those well-proportioned young beast girls, their body flexibility, flexibility and physical strength are at their peak, only such beast girls can maintain sufficient physical strength in the mud, otherwise, once some beast girls reluctantly enter the mud, cramps or exhaust their physical strength in it and can't swim up, then no one can save her at all, in the mud, she can't even make a sound, she can only sink quietly into the bottom of the silt.

So the old orcs waited on the shore, and every time an orc girl came out of the mud, she would quickly take the sweet potatoes and put them in a basin of water to wash the mud away. They would also silently remember the number of times the orcs in the mud had infiltrated, and every time an orc had reached enough times and she didn't feel that she had reached the limit of her physical strength, the old orcs would remind them to climb on the edge of the swamp mire, eat some dried meat, drink some water, and rest.

The harvested sweet potatoes will soon be transported by the orc children of the Raytu tribe.

The whole process of making vermicelli was kept secret even from Viru and the orc overseers, and only the orcs of the Raitu tribe held the secret in the first place. When making vermicelli, it is often done away from the camp and in the drapery. After grinding these sweet potatoes into a slurry and settling the filter residue, the sediment is the so-called starch, which leaks down from the mesh of the funnel and falls into the boiling water to form vermicelli, which can be preserved for a long time after drying.

This is the new secret of the Itu tribesmen, in order to protect this secret, every Raidu tribe beast girl who participates in the making of vermicelli has been strictly selected, and they are also asked to swear to the beast god that they will never reveal this secret, and this production process will also become a means of livelihood for the Raidu tribe in the future.

I still hid in my tent every day to draw as many magic scrolls as I could, I didn't think that there was so much magic ink left by Kigg, I only used half of it, and the magic parchment I brought with me was already exhausted.

These days, a large number of vermicelli are slowly made, and after drying, Kuz and I will take them to Gurudin, sell them to Lord Leipas, and fulfill our promise.

The ruins in the Laitu tribe were cleaned up by the gray dwarf slaves, and this matter needed to wait for Kuz's order, and someone needed to go to the depths of Yelian Mountain to cut firewood before they could rebuild these wooden houses, but there were more demonic beasts and fierce beasts in Yelian Mountain, and now that the drowning side had just stabilized, how dare Kuzi send someone to the depths of Yelian Mountain to die.

The tribe was running out of food, and if we didn't have any way out, we had to eat those vermicelli or sweet potatoes, so Kuz and I were planning a hunt in the swamps, where crocodiles were said to be inhabited...... (To be continued.) )