The sky of the four fields was shrouded in a faint gray cloud, and the morning sun emitted a faint yellow light through the clouds, like a faint yellow spot printed on the dim parchment, and the whole wasteland was like a chaotic world. The wind on the wasteland www.biquge.info is very strong, and these winds carry the yellow sand on the Gobi a few kilometers away, and there will be a little sting in the face of the people, and the sand that is rolled up by the wind is poured into the clothes from the neckline, cuffs, trouser legs, etc., so that everyone walking on the wasteland is like a sand chicken crawling out of the sand, covered with gray sand.

We said our final goodbyes to Elder Gribaschin, and continued our journey southeast along the rift with the orcs of the Raitu tribe.

Kuz rode on the neck of the Agui beast against the wind and sand, and led the orcs of the Raitu tribe forward. The maid Asakusa wrapped his face in a piece of linen, exposing only his eyes. I lay on the back of the Achimon, wrapped myself in linen into a small mummy, and lay down in a leather saddle to hide from the wind and sand. In such a ghostly weather, you don't even dare to open your mouth wide to speak, or that damn sand will pour into your throat.

Yesterday, the leader of the Wind Chaser Adventure Group, Viru, led the members to ride a fast horse to find out the news, and only rushed back at dusk, but his news was indeed like a booster, which lifted people's spirits. They had reached the edge of the drowning moor, where they had not found a large number of zombies, and it seemed that this time the zombie tide had subsided, and everyone was excited to hear the news.

Gřilę was not as fragile as I thought she was, and I saw that last night, she was secretly hiding in Kuz's arms and wiping her tears. In the morning, I had already sorted out my mood, wearing animal skin armor against the wind and sand. With the orc warriors, they set off early. The orc warriors of the Raytu tribe were accustomed to such windy and sandy weather, and they tied a light black linen face scarf to their faces. Wearing only a sleeveless leather armor and leather skirt, in such extreme weather, the grit carried by the wind blew on the bare thighs and arms, and it seemed that there was no pain at all. Almost all of these orc warriors wore simple leather armor and leather skirts, and when the wind and sand blew into the leather clothing, they would slide down the smooth carcass and not touch the body at all.

On the contrary, people like me and Sister Guoguo, who completely wrapped their bodies in linen, only hid in the leather saddle and lay down for a while, as if they were buried by the wind and sand, and this time we brought plenty of food. There were enough argali, so the team walked fast. We have crossed the border line of the forces in the town of Gurudin.

At this time, the orc guide, who was in charge of leading the way, rode on top of the argali, and stuck to Kuz's side. Haruka pointed to a vast hill not far away, and said respectfully to Kuz: "Lord Kuz, there is the windmill hill ahead, and the Bangor manor of Chief Maxine is not too far away. ”

The forces of the Blood Wolf Clan in Guruding Town are linked to each other by the Council of Elders, and the core of the entire power is composed of the chiefs of the Blood Wolf Clan tribes in each region, shamans, and wise men of Guruding Town. In fact, this is a loose alliance, and the actual binding force of the acting chief of the Blood Wolf Clan, Kut, is not too great, and the only orcs he can control are the surrounding areas of Guruding Town, and there are dozens of lords of the Blood Wolf Clan distributed throughout the Western Wilderness. The power of the Blood Wolf Clan is actually scattered in the hands of the big lords who control the various Blood Wolf Clan tribes, in fact, this time Kut sent his brothers to the edge of the Blood Wolf Clan's territory, also in order to be able to develop a group of new lords. In this way, the strength of the current Great Lords will be weakened.

In the past, these lords were in awe of the strength of the Blood Wolf King Kurad, and they were as docile as sheep. But in the face of the new acting chief of the Blood Wolf Clan, Kut, it was difficult for these lords to see any good faces. Maxine is the chief of the Black Fang tribe. He is a small lord, and his tribe only occupies the entire windmill hills, and the area is not as large as the drowned Bo in the east of Kuz's territory, but this is the hinterland of the blood wolf clan, and there are few wars and wasteland bandits in normal times, but it has become a rich land.

The name Windmill Hill comes from the fact that in the northwestern corner of this hilly area there is a huge raised rock that resembles a windmill. If we go to Drowning, we must borrow the windmill hills, otherwise it will take us nearly half a month to detour. Before, Captain Viru and they rode along the edge of the windmill hills on fast horses, and many lords turned a blind eye to such adventurous groups or orc hunter groups, allowing them to come and go freely.

But if our orc troop of the Raitu tribe were to pass through the Windmill Hills, it would be necessary to pay a personal visit to Chief Maxine in the Bangor Manor, not to mention that he would be Kuz's new neighbor. So, we changed our route to visit the leader of the Black Fang tribe.

The green grass carpet covered the large and small mounds, and as far as the eye could see, you could see that the soil slope was covered with purple bushes, like a lace petticoat around the girl's ****. This oval-leafed bush bears a sour berry smaller than a blueberry, which used to make a slightly sour wine, but in a year like this, the sour berries from the bush can also feed the hungry. I suspect that the orcs here may have a much better life than other places.

Looking closely at the shrubs on the hills, there is no sign of destruction, and it seems that the zombie plague has not spread here.

Grile stopped in front of them with a kind of orc warrior, and a team of ten wolf cavalry stood in front of them, and these wolf orc warriors actually rode the wasteland wolf under their crotch. This kind of mount is difficult to buy in the market, and usually the division of strength between the big lords is calculated by how many wolf cavalry he has in his hands. I also didn't expect that the Black Fang tribe on this small windmill hill actually had the strength to cultivate wolf cavalry.

I always felt that these orc warriors of the Laytu tribe were a little dull, and their eyes were full of hostility towards the ten heavily armored wolf cavalrymen. Even very vigilantly, he put his hands behind his back, holding them on the wooden handles of those short javelins, as if he could start a bloody fight at any moment. And the ten wolf cavalry were so arrogant that they didn't even get off a wolf. Just kept soothing the wolves under him and calming them down.

At this time. Kuzti made it natural for the Aguimon to be at the forefront. He turned around and lifted the face towel with the wind and sand on his back, and asked aloud if I wanted to go down. I shook my head repeatedly. What are you kidding, such a strong wind, how dangerous it is for me to climb up and down on the back of the Agui beast, and looking at those wolves that are bigger than the one-horned bison, my legs are weak, and I don't want to make a fool of myself.

His maid Asakusa followed, and I have to say that this young and capable maid with few words had won my respect and favor. If she didn't have to, she could even go a day without talking. But she is very thoughtful, and a frizzy werewolf boy like Kuz really needs such a capable assistant by his side. The orc warriors of the Raitu tribe say that Asakusa is very good at playing the black iron rod, but unfortunately I never had a chance to see it.

Geril turned and walked back, and she trotted forward two steps and leaped lightly, jumped lightly on the back of the Agami, dusted off the sand from the other leather saddle beside me, and sat down neatly, the wind blowing the veil from the corner of her mouth. Let me see her pouting a little sullenly,

I curled up in the saddle, almost buried by the wind and sand, and saw her deplorable appearance. I asked curiously, "Why did you run back?"

Geril untied the javelin from his back, stuck it into the barrel of the gun on the side, rolled his eyes at me, and said, "What do you have to say to those scum of the Black Fang Tribe?" Just ignore them, these Orcs of the Black Fang Tribe are a bunch of bastards. Big bastard!"

A rare cheerful orc girl like Gerile also felt resentment in her heart, and I asked her curiously, "Geril." Do you know those people?"

Grile looked at me like an idiot, and then said to me as a matter of course: "Of course, this is not too far from drowning, and every time we of the Raytu tribe go to Gurudin to pay tribute, we always pass through here, and we have to deal with these bastards almost every year. ”

On this point, I really didn't think that the Laitu tribe and the Black Fang tribe were already close to each other. I asked Gerille curiously, "Why do you keep saying they're bastards?

"Yes! Every time we pay tribute, they always make things difficult for us, relying on their great power. Grile crawled on the back of the Agabio, her flexible waist folded in half in the leather saddle, making her round buttocks look fuller and fuller, and she crossed her hands on her chin and spoke to me casually.

I looked at the group of guys sitting on the wolf seat in amazement, I didn't think that the orc tribes were so discordant with each other, even the same tribe had all kinds of grievances, at this time, I heard Geril turn his head sideways and say to me: "Actually, these are nothing, which tribe has no friction between them?"

Grile had a look of remembrance in her eyes, but unfortunately the linn cloth covered her face, and she said to me while recalling: "The real conflict between us was two months ago, when there were just traces of swamp zombies on the edge of our territory, and the leader of Raitu personally ran over and tried to persuade the Black Fang tribe to send some wolf riders to surround and suppress those scattered swamp zombies with the warriors of our tribe, but he was rejected by Chief Maxine. ”

"How so?" I could not understand what the Chief of Maxine was thinking.

Gritting his silver teeth, he said hatefully: "When he saw that the men in our tribe were all dead when they surrounded and suppressed the gray dwarves, and there were only these beast girls and children left in the tribe, he wanted to annex our tribe, and the leader of Lai Tu naturally would not agree." ”

It seems that it is still a matter of annexation between tribes, in the face of the Laytu tribe with only a group of orc girls and orc children, how can Chief Maxine not be tempted? The beast girls can be regarded as a lot of wealth in the tribe, it seems that this Maxine wants to take the opportunity to make a fortune, but he did not expect to meet the tough leader of Laitu, and in the end he did not let Chief Maxine succeed.

Gerille and I saw that Kuz had already started to talk to the arrogant wolf cavalry, and we didn't know if the sign above Kuz's head was useful here. However, in my opinion, this Black Fang tribe is a sinister place that eats people and does not spit out bones, and this neighbor is not easy to get along with!

"Then the disaster came, and the hordes of swamp zombies completely destroyed my home, and the leader of the Raytu and my grandfather had no choice but to abandon their homes with the tribesmen. Escaping in the wasteland, he originally wanted to borrow the road to Gurudin's help. But I didn't expect Chief Maxine to send wolf cavalry to escort us all the way through the windmill hills. ”

"Is there anything wrong with that?" I asked curiously.

"The whole windmill hills are mostly covered with the kind of shrubs with sour berries. Usually, even if it is brewed, it is sour fruit wine, and it is difficult to drink. But in the year of the catastrophic year, the wild fruits on those bushes can save people's lives. We fled all the way to the ...... to pick some wild fruits."

"Don't they even let you pick some sour berries?

Gerille didn't answer me angrily, and it seems that I guessed correctly.

At this time, I finally knew why Geril's resentment was so big, it was obvious that the chief of the Black Fang tribe, Maxine, wanted to force the Laytu tribe to a dead end, and finally waited for the benefit of the fisherman, but I didn't expect that the character of the leader of Raditu was so hard, and he would be in this situation. He took the entire Laytu tribe over Yelian Mountain and went to the North Road Wasteland to make a living.

I have to say how much courage it took for the leader of the Laytu to abandon the entire Laytu tribe and devote himself to the barracks just by virtue of the words of the wise Meyana. The orcs and orc children in the entire tribe are considered the personal wealth of the Raitu chieftains, and at that time, if they really couldn't survive, the Raitu chieftains would never abandon these orcs.

Now these orcs have become orc warriors, and have become a force to be reckoned with, and Kuz and I have worked hard to manage. Using the skills of these orcs such as running and throwing, these orcs were trained to be throwers, but after some training, the performance of these orcs was beyond our expectations. "Javelin throwing" is a combat skill. Pay more attention to body coordination, flexibility and balance when running, in this regard. The flexibility and balance of the orc warriors are obviously much better than the male orc warriors, when throwing javelins. It depends on the speed of the pre-run and the ability to infuse the whole body of strength into the javelin, so it is necessary to have throwing skills.

This time. Taking advantage of the opportunity to return to the town of Gurudin to deliver fine salt, Kuz and I purchased a large number of short javelins, and the reason why we used them was because the strength of the beast girls was slightly inferior to that of the male warriors, and the short javelins were lighter. The javelins of the orc warriors in the entire tribe were replaced with the heads of the horns of the demon antelope, and the high-end goods of the wisteria gun body were not realistic, the cost of these weapons was too expensive, and then I discussed with Kuz, and I chose a more economical ordinary javelin with a steel head and a hard oak wood body, and purchased two thousand.

Before setting off from Guruding Town, the number of the Laytu tribe was about to reach five hundred, except for the original more than two hundred aborigines of the Laytu tribe, the remaining orcs and some orc children were all picked up by the old orc Gribaschen in the wasteland, and there were less than two hundred who could really become orc warriors. At that time, I customized the base number according to the configuration of ten short javelins per person, and I originally discussed with Kuz, and after we captured the demon antelope, we cut off the demon antelope horns we obtained, and replaced those fine iron spear heads with demon antelope horns.

At the foot of the Night Wolf Cliff Mountain, after a battle with the gray dwarf bandits, the old orc Gribaschen took advantage of the time to dry the dried meat, which needed a large number of manpower, and recruited a lot of orcs from the wasteland who looked strong and strong, and now these orcs have become the backbone of the Laytu tribe with the orcs of the Laitu tribe. These beast girls are relatively loyal.

We walked all the way from Gurudin, and there were many orcs and orc children along the way, and by this time our team had exceeded 600 people.

I knelt down on the body of the beast and looked at the side face of Geril, this young orc girl had become the largest leader of the javelin team composed of beast female warriors, and more than two hundred orc warriors were completely at her disposal, this was the last wealth that the old orc Gribaschen gave to Geril.

Gezhile crouched on the back of the Agui Beast, pointed to the burly werewolf bald man who was talking to Kuz in the distance, and whispered to me, "That is Maxine, the chief of the Black Fang Tribe!"

I looked over from a distance, and the bald man who was dressed in the fur of the wind wolf, wearing only a pair of demon antelope leather armor pants, and was naked and strong with bronze muscles on his upper body, was not afraid of these wind and sand, and carried a huge and cumbersome double-edged axe behind him, and he actually had a tattoo on his face that symbolized the werewolf warrior of the beast clan, and he could see that he was a brave warrior.

Behind him, more than twenty wolf knights lined up, revealing a solemn aura, I didn't expect to see wolf cavalry and orc warriors in this border place, then it's no wonder that the swamp zombies will stop here.

The team finally continued to move slowly, and the news that Kuz had brought back from the front was that the Blackstone tribe was now holding a grand sacrifice ceremony at Bangor Manor, and Kuz was invited to participate. It seemed to me that this was clearly a gesture of goodwill by Chief Maxine towards Kuz, the new Lord of the Blood Wolves.

As I expected, Maxine, the Grand Chief of the Blackfang Tribe, the master of the Windmill Hills, did not want to anger Kuz. He wasn't afraid of the hundreds of beast girls behind Kuz, on the contrary, I guess he was very greedy for this piece of fat that was sent to his mouth, and what he valued more was that these healthy beast girls could still give birth and bring more children to the tribe, if they could get these beast girls, then in less than ten years, they would add more than a thousand people to the population of the Black Fang tribe.

But Kuz is not an ordinary orc boy after all, as the younger brother of the new chief of the Blood Wolf Clan, Kut, and the hidden power of those Ku clans, these are far from being provoked by Chief Maxine.

After walking more than ten kilometers along the winding road in the hilly area, a large estate finally appeared in front of us. (To be continued.) )