Early in the morning, the Blood Wolf Knight left the camp alone and returned to the town of Gurudin, with news from our team. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoFor every team that has recently left the town of Grudin, the Council of Elders of Grudin Town has sent knights to search for it in the wasteland, and the sea catches that cast their nets everywhere obviously have no clue to the thieves who stole the feathers of the Thunderbird. We were undoubtedly on the list of suspects, and it was a coincidence that the feather was stolen half a day after we left Gurudin, but luckily we had ample evidence that we didn't have a chance to be involved.

I remember that a few days ago, Kuz's sister, Miss Kujeruman, proudly introduced us to the feather full of thunder and lightning. Every mage would be hard to resist such a feather filled with the power of thunder and lightning, and if it was set on top of a staff, it could elevate a rotten branch directly into a staff of exceptional quality.

But soon, our attention shifted from one thing to another.

On the afternoon of the second day out of the town of Grudin, Caterina stood on the Agui Beast and looked into the distance, and found the leader of the liger who had abandoned his sword and fled in the northern wasteland, and he was standing on a hill on a Gubolai horse, watching us quietly. If it weren't for Caterina's super keen eyes, we wouldn't have been able to see clearly.

I finally knew that last night's inexplicable panic was not for nothing. It's just that at that time, a knight of the blood wolf clan suddenly appeared in our tribe. It was the same knight who sent us the letter and investigated whether we had an alibi and scared the leader of the ligers away. I think he must have been looking at us coldly from afar.

To this day, we don't know his name, but his murderous golden eyes. Deeply engraved into the hearts of each and every one of us. My guess is that he's at least a sixth- or seventh-level fighter. If it weren't for the fact that Qige used a wisdom scroll on the spot that day, there was a real chance that he would not be able to stop the charge of the lion tiger leader.

Unlike the noble sons of Ming Qian or Dayi. These children of the nobility were nothing more than warrior apprentices in academies that had not officially become warriors, and they did not even have any actual combat experience. However, these bandits in the wasteland are different, they kill and have a lot of combat experience, and they have reached the level of Strongbach of the Wind Chasers, or only a little worse than the leader of the Starry Adventure Breguet.

First, the leader of the liger stood alone on the mound and looked at us from afar.

One, two, three...... A dense black line appeared on the entire mound, and hundreds of horse thieves appeared on the horizon.

It was a herd of battle argali, draped in gray armor, with a pair of large, curved horns on top of their heads, and gray dwarves in scaly armor, carrying huge two-handed axes. stared at us coldly. At this moment, I saw the sea of people on the other side, and my heart was cold, and the chill to the bone marrow extended from the soles of my feet to the top of my head.

Kutz and I looked at each other, and we both knew something was wrong.

The next moment after the gray dwarves appeared, they had already swooped down on us with their whips, and the dust that had been raised obscured the sky.

It seems that this surprise attack by the leader of the ligers has been planned for a long time, and they are waiting for us in the wilderness on the outskirts of Gurudin. I didn't know what to do for a while. When I saw Caterina trembling with fear, I hugged her with both hands, put it to her ear and said in the lowest voice, "If we are scattered, you will run away with Kig on your back." The farther you run, the better. She's light, you can run fast, right? I'll let you bring enough Frost Scrolls. Just get out of their sight, and you can find a place to hide. You know what?"

Caterina's eyes were filled with fear, and she was even a little speechless. Fortunately, she could still nod her head, indicating that she understood.

I let go of the dazed Katarina, jumped to Kig's side and gave her a hug, then put my hands on her head and stared into her eyes, although she was a noble apprentice magician, she was still panicked in the face of fear, I said to her, "You and Katerina, follow the old people and children of the tribe and retreat back, don't come back to us, you know? Bring a few more scrolls along the way!"

"Jiga, what are you still talking about, get ready to fight!" came Kuz's voice from behind the Aguimon, and he was calling out to me. In Kuz's dictionary, there is never a word such as defeat or retreat, no matter what kind of crisis he encounters, he will rush to the front without fear, and I, at least in Kutz's eyes, am also such a person, fearless of any danger.

I turned my head to see that he had loosened the ropes of the Sealed Wooden Box full of Frost Scrolls, and the heavy wooden box fell on the sand with a thud, and I knew that Kuz must be trying to fight to the death here, and I guessed that I would not be able to outrun the four-legged argali, and that it would be better for me to fight back than to be caught up and slashed to death. So he said to Kuz: "These scrolls have no time to be clamped, they are all scattered on the dirt slope, and we will use arrows and copper peas to trigger the mechanism of the rope buckle!"

Gribaschen ran out of the crowd in embarrassment at this time, he wanted to pull Grile's hand, Grile was slippery like a fish in the water, and did not let her grandpa pull it, Gribaschen stomped his feet and said: "You are going to run with Master Kuzi and the female warrior who is agile, grandpa and these old guys who can't run here for a while, you must remember that once you are about to be caught up, you will be divided into two groups and run separately, only in this way can you have a chance to live." ”

"Grandpa, I can't run away, I'm going to fight to the death here with Az!" said Geril, touching the short javelin behind him, plucking up his courage.

Gribaschin's eyes were a little moist and he muttered, "Silly boy!"

At this time, the orcs of the Laytu tribe also noticed the gray dwarf robbers in the distance, and the dust raised by the galloping argali, made the horizon like a sandstorm. The orcs in the wasteland have almost all been sacked by the gray dwarf bandits, and if the gray dwarf bandits were not so rampant, the big men of the orc tribe would not have poured their power into the country. Destroy the grey dwarven bandits. It's just that at this time, a hundred miles away from Guruding Town, there is such a team of 100 gray dwarf bandits. It was a surprise. Just last fall, the orc coalition patted their chests and said to all the orcs: The gray dwarves have killed us completely!

This time. The panic did not spread.

When the dust and gray dwarf bandits appeared, the core of the team did not hesitate and actively participated in the pre-battle preparations. Especially when the whole box of magic scrolls fell directly on the hillside, and the white flowers were seen from a distance. I took the silver-plated shotgun out of my luggage roll and checked it a little to put it on my back.

Fifty orcs with short javelins stood side by side at the top of the mound, and behind them was a group of unarmed old and weak orcs. Some orcs began to hum melodious folk songs in the crowd, and I could only hear the approximate meaning: today is a glorious day, and the blood-stained banner hangs over us. Have you ever heard the screams of the warriors on the battlefield, who will break into our midst, and kill our children, our wives, our relatives?

Then some of the orc warriors even untied their leather vests, bare their full chests, and kicked their wheat-colored thighs to the beat of the drums. Elder Gribaschin, who was sitting on the side, rolled up his sleeves high. On a gray stone drum, the sound was like nothing, but I felt a kind of melody that made the blood boil from the bottom of my heart, and it was a very magical power. Flooded my body.

I couldn't help but want to dance with the orcs standing in a row, I couldn't feel the fluctuations of the magic elements in the air, but there was a force growing in my body. I looked at Kuz in amazement. He also became extremely excited at this moment. The fear in everyone's hearts is slowly dissipating.

Caterina jumped off the sub-belonging, and she took off her burlap coat. The light armor of the salamander skin that showed the inside like a burning flame, and her fiery red hair, resembled a fire elf. With the Sword Breaker in one hand, she jumped up to me, apparently trying to fight with me.

I pushed her hard, threw my arms around her neck, hung very reluctantly on her soft body, and said to her, "You go and take care of Qige, you have to run away with her at the last moment, do you know?"

She hesitated slightly, but shook her head firmly, and said hoarsely, "I want to fight with you." ”

Kuz's maid Asakusa also carried a black iron rod at this time, and followed Kuz quietly, no matter how Kuz tried to persuade her, scolded her, and pushed her, she was unmoved, but stubbornly followed behind Kuz, and finally saw that Kuzi was very helpless to take her with her, and try to make the frost scrolls on the grass more scattered.

When I was putting my arms around Caterina and trying to persuade her again, Kig jumped down from the back of the Agami in a wide magic robe, and with the magic rune sword in one hand, she ran up to me angrily, and glared at me angrily, and her big beautiful eyes seemed to say to me, "You look down on people a little too much!" She stood beside me, looked at the orcs dancing with some excitement, and said, "Look at those orc women, they are dancing!"

I was a little stupid and said, "So this is a war dance, I thought it was such a mysterious dance, but it turned out to be so simple! I can learn these too!"

Qige said with some understanding: "It turns out that the war dances are not based on a specific dance posture to stimulate a certain power, they are more like praying to the ancestors with the rhythm, ah! yes! Why didn't I think of it, this is the power of the ancestors, the orcs believe in the spirit of the ancestors and the beast god, it seems that these war dances are to pray for the protection of the spirit of the ancestors." ”

However, she saw that these beast girls had their clothes open, and some even showed their full breasts and slender thighs, dancing in fascination, and standing aside with shame and beautiful faces.

The grey dwarf robbers rushed like a tidal wave, and I saw the leader of the ligers rush to the forefront. He mingled in the crowd, carrying two giant slashes behind him, which were clearly the ones that had been sold to the Terran merchant when he was in Gurudin. No wonder our whereabouts have been so thoroughly detected by these robbers, there must be a mole in the town of Gurudin.

The dwarven robbers rode all the way on argali, and at the foot of the dirt slope, which was still five hundred meters away from our tribe, they made the final charge adjustment. The leader of the ligers was beside a stout gray dwarf bandit, trying to persuade the bearded gray dwarf leader, and I saw that the gray dwarf had begun to hesitate, and the bearded leader raised the hammer in his hand high, and at this time no argali knight dared to cross the hammer he raised.

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

The leader of the gray dwarves, Barent, held the huge argali's horns in one hand, and held the war hammer high in the other, his arrogant eyes burst with hatred, his whole body was boiling, his strong body was wrapped in gorgeous dwarven scales, and even the battle argali's body under his crotch was covered with a thick layer of armor.

The battle argali, which had been fed poppy-laced forage before this, were at their most excited for the next hour, their eyes were already full of red bloodshots, their noses were constantly spitting hot air, and they were restlessly kicking the soft grass, waiting for the horn of war to blow, and then rushed forward without hesitation, slaughtering all the orcs in sight.

Dwarves are very vindictive, and these hatreds will grow stronger over time, just like the barley in the beer glass. Their hearts are not as wide as their bodies, and for last year's defeat in the Orc Tribal Alliance, which caused the entire front to collapse, the gray dwarf leader Barente has always believed that it was the fault of the Great Leader Copperbeard, and that it was his command mistakes that caused today's defeat.

Most of the Grey Dwarves who survived the war have migrated deeper into the Underground during the year, and the Centaurs have found a new pool of volcanic lava in the depths of the leylines, and as long as there is plenty of underground fire, the Dwarves will dig out a city in the Underground World with their high-level forging techniques.

But for Barent, the dwarven leader who once lived in the Pai Wasteland and plundered orc tribes in the western wilderness, this kind of life hidden underground was unbearable. There wasn't enough ale, no warm sunshine, no fragrant grass, just red lava fields that would turn into a puff of smoke if you accidentally fell into it.

Barentt did not like this kind of life, and he would rather die in battle than continue to live in such harsh conditions. So the night before the Winter Harvest Festival, he joined forces with some dwarven warriors who wanted to return to the surface for revenge with the same idea as him, and after stealing hundreds of argali, the gray dwarven cavalry regiment, he returned to the surface in a mighty way. They were worried about the encirclement and suppression of the alliance of the orc tribes, and throughout the early spring, they had been wandering on the edge of Qinghai Lake outside the Night Wolf Cliff Pass, where there was almost no grass, and if they hadn't been able to stealthily dig up some sweet potatoes on the edge of the swamp hundreds of miles away to the south of Qinghai Lake, these gray dwarf warriors might not have been able to survive this bitter winter.

In the past few months, I have been hiding in Tibet and worrying about the encirclement and suppression of the orc tribe alliance, and there are shadows of wolf riders everywhere in the wasteland, even those orc hunters who hunt demon antelopes in the deepest part of the wasteland, for hundreds of gray dwarf warriors, the strength is too strong, and the orcs don't seem to know what fear is, and when they see the gray dwarves, they will rush over with red eyes and fight hard. For such a fierce people, Barente's hatred had taken over his entire head.

This time, the gray dwarf's friend, the liger warrior Bifculi, brought the news that there was a team of orc tribes in the western wilderness, carrying a large amount of materials to the Night Wolf Cliff to encircle and suppress the wind wolf lair entrenched there.

Originally, there were still some conservative gray dwarves in the team who did not agree with this surprise attack, thinking that at least a small group of servants should be sent to find out the reality of the other party, but the liger Bifculi laughed at them on the side for being a group of bears that even women couldn't beat, and patted their chests to ensure that the whole team was made up of orcs and orc children who could only shepherd sheep, and the dwarves who were so red that they were stimulated finally had to fight to keep their last bit of dignity. (To be continued.) )