The northern desert region of the Niutou Country.

The orc with an automatic rifle in his hand carried his weight forward, and Tom the orc wiped his sweat, and behind him were three hundred infantrymen, as well as a few natives.

"My lord, there is a small clan in the Northern Desert that believes in desert flames, and we may be able to find what the adults are looking for when we go there." A fifty-year-old minotaur hunched his waist and said flatteringly.

Tom grabbed his gun, "If you dare to lie to us, you know the consequences." ”

The old man with the bull head looked at the gun, trembled with fear, and said tremblingly: "Don't dare, there really is a clan in the Northern Desert that believes in flames, but the land over there is too barren, and our people rarely conduct commercial transactions with the small tribes over there." ”

Tom nodded, believing him.

The army searching for oil fields spent several days crossing the mountains and reaching the northern desert, with yellow sand fluttering in front of them.

To enter the desert, you need the help of camels, and there is such a village at the foot of the mountain, and the orcs forcibly requisitioned a group of camels by force, and the whole army entered the desert.

When Alan observed the half-animal, half-plant mutant beast king, Tom and the others had been walking in the northern desert for five days.

The temperature difference between day and night in the desert is large, and the orcs are as hot as dogs during the day and suspicious at night, and it is expected to be about ten degrees at night.

Except for a few local minotaurs who were a little difficult to resist, the other soldiers were all Awakened and fought their way through with their strong physiques.

On the sixth day, a small green appeared in the world of endless yellow sand, and the orcs thought they had seen a hallucination at first, but after observing with a telescope, they saw a freshwater lake and green trees in the oasis, as well as dozens of simple wooden houses.

"Great, the oasis back then is still there, they should still be alive." The orc who led the way breathed a sigh of relief, his pressure was really great, if he couldn't find this fire-worshipping clan, he wouldn't be able to protect his old night.

Fortunately, he found it, and it won't be a problem to eat and drink spicy food in the future.

Tom also showed a happy expression, the desert is often windy these days, and every time it blows, he has to wrap his head with a large amount of cloth.

The AK47 in their hands was also covered with sackcloth, and without uncovering the sackcloth, no one would recognize what was in their hands as a thermal weapon.

As they approached, there was a shouting of a minotaur in the oasis, a man with a cloth wrapped around his head and a long fork.

The women also spotted the outsiders and nervously carried the children who were playing outside back into the house.

"Someone's coming, someone's coming!"

The men of the whole village ran out, and the men crowded together, and the oldest orc inside did not even have gray hair, but a large number of wrinkles on his forehead.

"Clark, what are you doing here?"

Clark was the guide for Tom's group, he had been to this drift and recognized the other party as a young man from more than ten years ago, "Are you Dewey?" ”

The village chief, Dewey, said on guard: "What is your intention here?" ”

Clark turned his head to look at Tom and the AK47 in their hands, and said sincerely, "Master Tom, give me a little time, I can convince them to help us find the oil field." ”

Clark didn't know what an oil field was, and the oil field was just something Tom and the others were looking for, and the specific feature was an area in the desert that would spontaneously combust, also known as an oil field.

"Yes." Tom had just arrived, and there was no good way to do it, so he took out ten golden dragons from his bosom, "I think the golden dragons should be helpful to you." ”

Dewey the Minotaur saw the golden dragon, and his eyes widened.

The golden dragon can go to the orc city to exchange for several years of food, as well as novel clothes, which are of great value.

Ten minutes later, this primitive and backward village was successfully annexed to the land of Lionheart, willing to become a Lionheart's people.

And the price of selling them was only ten golden dragons, and a superficial short-sightedness sold them.

But fortunately, Lionheart didn't want them to die, Tom just wanted to find the oil field and complete the task of finding fossil energy.

"Burning desert?" The current village head, Dewey, listened to the other party's request, and his eyes lit up slightly, "Are you talking about the place of sacrifice, it's an hour's walk from here." ”

The belief in this small village is fire, and the fire in the desert is the main object of their sacrifice.

"Yes, take me to see it." Tom exclaimed.

After the army had eaten a simple lunch, the whole team set out again and headed for the place of sacrifice.

On the way, the sand in the wind sometimes poured into Tom's mouth and nose, Tom was in a good mood, temporarily ignoring the influence of the wind and sand, and asked, "Anyway, why is there no pure human race in your village?" ”

Every small village was a dangerous target for the army to clean up, and this time they didn't see any humans and didn't encounter fierce resistance, which made Tom feel a little uncomfortable.

It is the norm to fight wits and courage with the human village chief, and suddenly there is none, which makes him and the army a little unaccustomed.

After Tom spoke, the soldiers behind him unconsciously swept their eyes around to see if there was a possibility of a surprise attack.

"Well, there is indeed a human village chief in our village, but the human village chief suddenly quit, and then he passed the location to me." Dewey said embarrassedly.

"Quit? When was it? For the first time, Tom heard that the head of the human village had left his position, put down his burden and ran away.

According to Human Psychology compiled by His Majesty Allen, the Terrans are a kind of people who are keen to compete for power, and it stands to reason that the way to grow the village is to grow it, but today Tom heard that a human ran away, which surprised him.

"It seems that it was March, the village chief went to the sacrificial place for a long time, and when he came back, he passed the village chief's seal to me, and then brought a few pots of water, a package of dry food, and led a camel on the road alone, no one knew where he went, and he didn't tell us where he wanted to go."

Dewey finished slowly, a little worried about the safety of the former village chief, he didn't return to the village for so many days, and he probably died outside.

Tom thinks of the special situation mentioned in Human Psychology: "When a Terran discovers an important secret and has a vital interest in him, he may do something that is contrary to common sense, and people often do not understand why he does it, and perhaps only he knows what he is doing." ”

Tom really couldn't understand what the human village chief was trying to do, maybe he was doing something that no one else expected, as Alan wrote.

"Mistress Tom, here we are, and ahead is the burning land."

The orc's voice reached Tom's blue cat ears, and he cocked his tail and raised his head slightly, looking into the distance of the desert, where a flame rushed into the sky.

Tom saw a small gap in the burning ground, and a trickle of black was the color of the stream, and there was a reddish flame on the surface of the liquid.

He picked up the telescope in his arms, opened the cloth wrapped in the lens, and looked at the oil fields in the distance, his vision zoomed in.

"Found it, this should be oil!"

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