The next few days were very peaceful, and the Kodomons, who had galloped for nearly a day and a night, needed time to recuperate, and the Minotaurs had to stay at the outpost for a few days. But these days have not stopped, they have been helping the orcs clean up the remnants of the boar and centaurs, but these jobs are not difficult, these boars and centaur robbers who are not sure how to be bought by the fireblade clan to be cannon fodder are cold, almost every time they are found out in a hurry, and the orcs sent to suppress the bandits can't catch a few a day.

One early morning a few days later, with Kagal? With a letterhead from War Scars to High Chief Thrall, Diego followed the Minotaur mission out of the forward outpost, crossed the bridge over the Angry River, and set foot on the land of Durontar.

They didn't leave alone, they were accompanied by an orc caravan. Harga? Bloodeye, the one-eyed orc who wears a red blindfold - which is where her surname comes from (orcs don't always inherit their surnames, sometimes they often use certain traits of their own as their surnames) - is the perfect blend of the shrewdness of a merchant and the ferocity of an orc. She thought it would be a better deal to travel with the heavily armed Minotaur mission to keep her cargo safe, and not to be paid.

They followed the main road all the way east. This ochre-red land looks even more inhospitable than barren, with few grasses and shrubs common to barren land, except for a few super-drought-tolerant acacia trees and giant cacti. Far away, to the north of the road are high and undulating conglomerate and sandstone hills dotted with clusters of quartz columns, while to the south are a series of majestic mountains, behind which is a wide valley that the orcs call the Valley of Trials. This is the place of trial for young orcs, and before they are deemed fit to the challenges they are about to face, they are sent to the Valley of Trials to learn some rituals, traditional rituals that prove their strength and courage, often accompanied by blood and death.

At the foot of the mountains, some huge spines burst out of the ground. It's like a spiky jungle. In the legend of the boar people, these thorny thorns were turned into the dorsal thorns of the wild boar demigod Agamagan, and rightfully belong to their territory. In fact, there are some boar-man villages hidden in these thorn forests. They survived with the last vestiges of the demigods.

Many people have long believed that the boars are an indigenous race that has inhabited this land for generations, but with the arrival of the orcs, it has become a paradise for these outsiders. Although the boar people once resisted as stubbornly as the Indians. Eventually outnumbered by the power of these formidable orcs, they were forced to move south along the northern gorges, eventually settling in the thorny jungle, some of them even to the razormarsh in the southern part of the Barrens, home to all the boar people. The orcs eventually established their kingdom on the land, but the boars vowed to take it back one day. It's not about justice, it's about the struggle between two races for survival.

They passed through some small orc villages along the way, and even though this was already the hinterland of the orc country, the orcs still guarded their homes very tightly, and the outside of the fence was full of deer barricades, for fear of being attacked by others. This race, once accustomed to predation, is always worried that others will think the same way as them.

Fortunately, the weight carried was enough for the minotaur to support Razor Ridge. There is no need to go into the village to replenish supplies. The only trouble was the forage for the Kodo, which was not sufficient to satisfy the appetites of the big men, and in many cases they had to send men miles away to get a few handfuls of fodder that could barely feed them.

The group followed the main road eastward, eventually arriving a few days later at Razor Ridge, a traffic artery in the heart of the Durontar region. Three major roads converge here, creating the prosperity of this town. But compared to the crossroads of the Barrens, the orcs clearly value its military role more than anything else.

There are many guard towers and fortresses everywhere, and a strong wall of deer at the foot of the city encloses the whole town impermeable. The tightened orc catapults and vigilant sentinels exude a tense atmosphere of approaching a great enemy. After a thorough inspection, they entered the heavily guarded fortress.

Compared to the caution outside the fortress, the atmosphere inside the town is calmer and calmer. But the pedestrians on the street still looked hurried and looked uneasy.

Instead of rushing up and asking around, they followed Dezko to the front of one of the largest inns in town. It's a typical orc-style building, and Dezko has stayed here more than once, and he's familiar with the orc boss Grosco.

Seeing this large group of guests, this orc hurriedly came up and greeted him warmly. Since Razor Ridge issued a vigilance order. It was the first time he had ushered in such a big business. With a smile on his face, he drove the men to tidy up the room, and he himself acted as a hostess.

The group went to wash first, and after thoroughly washing away the fatigue of travel, they sat comfortably in the restaurant on the first floor, enjoying the cool and delicious fairy juice bitter wine. This wine is a specialty of Durontal, made from the fruit of a giant cactus, and has a sour and slightly bitter taste, but it is indeed a rare good thing for travelers who have traveled long distances to relieve fatigue and relieve fatigue. It has to be said that it is the nature of all races to yearn for a better life, and orcs are no exception, even in this barren land, they can think of ways to make their lives more comfortable.

In fact, not only the fruit of the cactus, but also these huge, fat and fleshy plants can be used to make salads or grilled into meat filling pizza after pulling out the spikes, which is quite delicious. However, there was more to Grosco's inn than cactus on the menu, and before it got dark, the cooks fully unleashed the enthusiasm they had been accumulating for a long time.

In the evening, the table is filled with wild boar ham made from Durotal's characteristic mixed boar, crocodile puree and cactus salad, grilled quail and bacon are soon served, and a few hot sticks of Mogaure spiced bread are also served. Along the way, the travelers who ate dry food and had a lot of liver fire began to feast unceremoniously.

When Grosco was packing up his dishes, Dezko approached him and whispered:

"Hey, old man, what's going on at Razor Ridge, why do you look like you're going to fight?"

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Hey guys, I'm finally back alive. In the past few days, I feel more tired than going to work for the New Year, but fortunately I haven't drunk to death. For the first time, I felt that my family and friends could drink so well, whether it was white wine, red wine or beer, I was not a match at all, and every time I was drunk, it was a complete tragedy......

Uh, it's so good for the New Year, hehe~~~

Happy New Year, everyone! (To be continued.) )