"Is this where Alger and the others disappeared?" In the early morning of the second day, a bunch of orcs appeared in the town of flowers.

The battle is not small, there are a large number of elite wolf riders inside and outside the town, each of them is strong in size and powerful in breath, compared to Alger who organized the attack on Flower Town at that time, and he is naturally a remarkable figure who can let so many of these elite orcs as escorts.

That's right, it's none other than the current chief of the Blast Tribe: Hotel. The wind roars!

Compared to the average orc race, this chief is not very tall, and can even be called thin, but all the orcs around him are full of awe in the face of this short monarch.

Hotel is a legendary presence in the Tempest Tribe, and his legendary life has even been used as a storyscript by many human bards!

Holt was born because his physique was too thin, and was abandoned in the Black Canyon by his father's disgust, but this thin little orc who was disgusted by his parents did not become the ration of those black wolves in the canyon, on the contrary, the wolves seemed to know that he was born extraordinary, and chose to raise this abandoned little orc, Hortl, who grew up drinking wolf milk, had a more wild wolf nature than the royal family at a very young age, and at the age of two or three, he could hunt prey like an adult black wolf, and at the age of five he was already able to lead a pack of wolves, The reputation of the wolf child spreads in Black Canyon.

At the age of six, he strayed into the Holy Land of the Fire Clan, and was supposed to be thrown into magma to be executed, but the elders of the Fire Clan saw that his qualifications were extraordinary, and personally taught him his skills, and at the age of only thirteen, he broke the clan's record of hundreds of years, and became the youngest Sword Saint of the Fire Clan through the trial!

Three years later, the abandoned teenager returned to the tribe and challenged the previous great chief, his father, Gulard, as a royal blood. The wind roars and is crowned King in victory!

Sixteen years old.... Most orcs at this age are still wrestling and frolicking with each other in the mud, and they haven't yet experienced the trials of adulthood, and they don't have a black wolf of their own.

But Holt has become the leader of a large tribe with a population of nearly one million, and one of the top figures of the orcs!

And in the decades he has been in charge of the Wind Tribe, he has led the tribe to fight everywhere, from undefeated, the Wind Tribe has grown day by day, from the weakest existence of the five major tribes in the south to an existence that can almost compete with the strongest Lei tribe.

Now he has a great prestige among the tribe, from not being favored by the clan elders at the beginning to now almost becoming the object of worship of the whole clan, and now he has completed the feat that his ancestors failed to accomplish, and has taken back the land of the Morondo Mountains that has been lost for hundreds of years!

Such a great feat will inevitably make him the greatest chief in the history of the Tempest Tribe, and there is no one!

But at this time.... The great chieftain's face was solemn, and he frowned as he looked at the footprints on the ground and the marks of the fight around him.

"It's a master!" After a long time, Holt said slowly: "There are no more than five people who attacked Alger, and all of them are masters of one hundred!" ”

"Is it the human elite that has arrived?" An old man next to him with a face like tree bark and a hunched back frowned and asked.

"Heh....." Hotter leaned over and grabbed a handful of dirt, and sneered: "These footprints don't look like what humans should have." ”

"Is it the same kind?" The old man's expression suddenly became shocked: "How is it possible? ”

"Nothing is impossible...."Hotel stood up and said coldly: "There are not a few enemies on our grassland over the years..... It's just that I'm curious about which tribe can cultivate so many masters. ”

As he spoke, he walked slowly outside, looking at the traces of the fight along the way, the expression on his face became more and more solemn, and finally stopped when he walked to the valley outside the town, and slowly looked at the three goblins crucified on a rock wall.

"What an amazing strength!" The old orc couldn't help but take a breath.

"It should be said that it is amazing archery ....." Holt's eyes narrowed slightly, and his orange-yellow pupils emitted a beast-like cold light.

He looked at the position where the elf player was standing more than ten meters away, and instantly analyzed the battle situation from the goblin footprints, and then pointed there and said: "That position, facing three goblins that pounced on it at the same time, one arrow pierced through three and nailed to this position.... That only shows that the angle of the arrow is curved! ”

The old orc was shocked when he heard this: "The angle of the arc, and this kind of strength?" This precise judgment and this piercing force are afraid..."

"I'm afraid that Li Mu doesn't necessarily have this ability, right?" Holt said.

LI Mu. The wind roars, his second uncle, the strongest marksman in the Wind Tribe!

The old orc opened his mouth slightly, but in the end he did not refute.....

"It's kind of interesting!" Holt smiled coldly: "I didn't know that there was still such a force in the south....."

"Chieftain, what about us?" The old orc asked worriedly.

"Let's go back first....." Holt waved his hand and said: "The other party has a powerful ranger, and the traces of retreat are handled very skillfully, and they are easily untraceable. ”

"Yes, the chief is wise...."

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At this time, a group of masters in the mouth of the Wind Lord are sitting at the gate of the base, doing inhumane sales like street vendors!

"Change the population, change the population, the delicate girl who is like a flower and jade is replaced by a strong flower farmer, three for one, and I am willing to trade!"

"The jackal has changed flower farmers, pure black hair, no variegation, good quality, retreat can be guarded, enter can be trained into excellent scouts, one for two flower farmers, a good deal, only today!!"

"The ogre has changed the flower farmer, the sturdy ogre, the excellent breed of the heavyweight guard, pretending to be a must-have, what are you waiting for? It only takes five flower farmers to swap it out, on a first-come, first-served basis! ”

A group of first-level players outside the base who watched the excitement were talking.

[I'm going, it's too bad, and it's blatant in broad daylight...... Madan, when will I be able to do such a thing? 】

[Why are they all changing flower farmers? 】

Don't you know? The lord has developed the farmland contract, and now everyone is short of humans who can farm the land, so that thing is hot now, one price a day, yesterday a jackal could be exchanged for three flower farmers, and today it can only be exchanged for two! 】

[I'll go, then my sister sent it, and yesterday I caught forty or fifty flower farmers and came back. 】

[Ah, it turned out to be the brother-in-law of the big guy, may I ask who your sister is? 】

[Pick the foot incense! The player was triumphant.

[It turned out to be the fifth-ranked foot picker of the elves, who has been admired for a long time, and is willing to exchange 100,000 federal coins for ten flower farmers to help earn points, can this benevolent brother help me contact the next one? ] 】

[Get out, I gave all my millions of pocket money to my sister for five, do you still want to exchange 10,000 for one? ] Are you thinking about fart eating? Go to the forum yourself and see how much the current population is! 】