Today's collection reaches 2,000, a small celebration.

It was undoubtedly the easiest battle they had ever faced for the team since they entered the wasteland, these orcs and the giant wolves they raised might be terrifying in the eyes of others, but they were not much better than a group of children who had not grown up in front of the skilled explorers, and after a few minutes, the friends watched as the remaining dozen orcs and two giant wolves fled their sight in a hurry.

"Thank you for your help," a gray-haired fugitive struggled to walk up to the squad - he and his companions had not been idle in the battle just now, at least eight orcs had fallen under their swords, but all of them had been wounded as a result, "If it weren't for you, we would have died here, allow me to express my sincerest gratitude to you on behalf of my companions..." his gaze swept over the five explorers in front of him, his face suddenly turned pale, and for a moment, he even forgot what to say next.

"Do you recognize us?" Rhaegar looked at the fugitive like an eagle staring at its prey, "have we seen it anywhere?"

The coercion from the God of Judgment emanated from Rhaegar as he spoke, and after a period of practice, he was already free to mobilize a small amount of coercion without affecting his body.

The majesty of the gods ordered that the fugitives who were just ordinary people completely lost their courage, and the old fugitives could no longer support their bodies and knelt on the ground like a puddle of mud.

"Karan has shown us your magical images," he muttered, "and you defeated him." The fugitive confessed his origins without resistance: he and his companions had been Kalan's men, but unlike the barbarians, these people from the civilized world were regarded by the latter as truly trustworthy and dependable subordinates, and with the exception of a few who had been sent to spy on the barbarians, the vast majority of them were placed in a secret place to guard Karan's treasures, which were his last capital in preparation for his comeback— When the news of the mage's defeat came, they divided some of the treasures in the treasury and fled separately.

"Things seem to be a little different than we expected," the team didn't feel sorry for those who had also fled here from civilization, and after the fugitives had walked away in panic, Rhaegar said to his companions, "That Karan has known about our presence for a long time, and he even has our magical images, and it is clear that someone has provided them to him." ”

The team knew exactly who Rhaegar was referring to, that only one would be so eager to catch them, and that only one person could have the ability to contact Karan, who had ruled the land for so many years, when they first entered the wasteland, and provide him with magical images that only a few mages could make.

"Kyle's hand is farther than we thought," Heim said with a grim face, "and no one knows how many of his men have for us, and if there are more than two beings like Karan pursuing us at the same time, we will be in a very dangerous situation." ”

The elves suddenly felt that it was a mistake for them to propose to enter the wasteland, that what had happened to them here was no better than that outside, "Are we going to stay here?" he turned to Rhaegar to look at, "Do you want to continue to honor the agreement we made with that barbarian elder?"

"Maybe it's not that bad," Rhaegar mused, "the sinister nature of this wasteland is far greater than what we see now, and compared to the cold and other disasters that rage here, the orcs and barbarians we encounter are as harmless as lambs, and for those from the civilized world, there is hardly anything they want here, and no lord will be interested here." Kyle is a very wise man, but he could never have foreseen that we were going to be here years ago and set up here in advance, and if he could have done that, we wouldn't be here now, but in his cell.

"Besides," he looked up, looking at his companions, "according to the speculation of some in my sect, it is likely that the depths of this wasteland are inhabited by some extremely powerful beings who do not interfere with the lives of the creatures of the wasteland, but those things that may affect the balance of the wasteland, such as the archmage, will never be welcomed by them. In fact, over the past thousand years, at least a dozen powerful mages have buried their bones in this land, making it a forbidden place for all archmages. That's why Karan was able to escape from his enemies here, and even rule a clan here - his strength to fall to the bottom due to injury was already the upper limit allowed here. But except for people like him who had to stay here for special reasons, no one who reached or approached him would live here, and once their strength broke through the original realm, they would have to face the hostility of those terrible existences. ”

"He can bribe certain powerful indigenous tribes, such as the Orcs, against us. Tomahawk said, "I don't want to, but I must admit that I don't want to encounter those big bugs that burrow around the ground again." ”

"That's not impossible," Rhaegar said, "but at least here we don't have to deal with an archmage or some similarly powerful being, and unless we can escape to other civilizations, this is our safest place to stay." He looked around at the members of the squad, "And, if we can help Norn accomplish his plan, we will have a strong ally in this wasteland, and tens of thousands of Chatullas will be our back, and that means that all the barbarians are no longer our enemies - the barbarians may be very xenophobic, but they never attack their own people and their fellow citizens." ”

"It seems that we have no choice," said Nack, who had been silent, "to be safe, we can only stay in the wasteland, and to gain a foothold in the wasteland, we must be allies of the Chatulas, and to be their allies, we must complete the agreement, so..."

"So the first thing we have to do is not to worry, but to chop those stinking orcs into countless pieces!" the dwarf roared and raised his axe, "Alright guys, are you going to worry about it forever, just for a possibility that won't necessarily happen?"

His words resonated with everyone, and an imperceptible smile appeared on Willy's face, and the female warrior suddenly sighed.

"Tomahawk," she said to the dwarf sincerely, "I think I have to apologize to you. ”

The dwarf looked at Willy with an apologetic face in surprise, feeling a little at a loss.

"You are a good dwarf," Willy continued, "you are brave, kind, and never afraid of any enemy, but I always thought that you were just such a person. ”

"That's what we all think," the elf said, "we've always wondered why you don't like to think with that big head, but it's not until today that I realized that we were all wrong." ”

"Because it's not that you don't like to think," Rhaegar continued, "the truth is," he smiled and exchanged glances with Willy and Heim, "your intuition tends to get to the heart of the matter better than serious thinking." ”

Even the stubborn dwarves couldn't help but feel embarrassed in the face of such obvious compliments, and the exposed skin of Tomahawk's bearded face was visibly red.

"So," said Rhaegar solemnly, "Venerable Dwarf, the wisest of all of us, I sincerely ask you to be a mentor to all of us from this day forward, and all our future actions will be decided by you. ”

Rhaeggar's request turned the tomahawk into a statue. The greatest pleasure in the dwarf's life was to fight and drink the best spirits, and to become the leader of a squad, something he had never thought of, and looking at the eager eyes of his three companions, Tomahawk suddenly felt as if he had been stripped naked and stood in the street for public display.

A thunderous laugh suddenly came out of Nack's mouth, and the sub-giant held his hands on his stomach and struggled to stand still, laughing so hard that he could barely straighten up, his laughter seemed to be contagious, and the next moment, Rhaegar, Haim, and Willy burst into laughter almost at the same time.

The laughter of his companions finally brought Tomahawk to his senses, and the dwarf, who realized that he had been fooled again, angrily stared at his unapologetic companions, who were still laughing, and suddenly roared, and then violently slammed into Nack's body, and then pressed down on the downed sub-giant, and grabbed the opponent's neck with both hands.

"I swear, if I believe you any more, I'll pull out my beard and declare myself a goblin!" In the wasteland, the roars of the dwarves and the laughter of the squad broke the silence of the evening and dispelled the worries of their companions.

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