Hearing this hostile remark, Cheng Xiaotian frowned.

"Perhaps, it's our troubles." The old orc shook his head with a wry smile and turned to Gattuso-Frostbun, who was standing not far away. "Don't fight, if they don't want to stand side by side with the orcs, then we'll agree too, so let's go."

"Yes." Gattuso breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, ran over with his left hand leading his own wolf, grabbed the wolf of the cart with his right hand, turned around and left.

"Great Lord, ...... you" Gattuso only found out that Cheng Xiaotian was still on the cart at this time, and asked again and again.

Contrary to everyone's expectations, Cheng Xiaotian sat down cross-legged and said with a smile: "The things here have been done, I also want to go out of the mountain, I want to take a ride, I don't know if it's okay?"

Hearing this, Gattuso was stunned, and the old orc smiled silently, and then lay back on the haystack with difficulty, and said, "It is the honor of our frost wolf tribe to walk with a wise man."

Gattuso reacted, his face was happy, he let out a heavy "belch", and dragged the wolves on both sides to run back. The wolf cavalry split in two, giving way in the middle, and the Rong cart passed through the formation, looking at the thunder spear dwarves on the opposite side with disdain.

"Did we do something wrong?" Sorge didn't know why he asked Zhuoka beside him, "Why did the lord leave with the orcs?" ”

Zoka's face was also a little unpleasant, "Your behavior is indeed inappropriate. ”

With that, Zhuoka put the longbow on his shoulder and chased after Cheng Xiaotian.

"Have you abandoned us?" Sorge had to look at Gerda pitifully.

Gerda shook her head and sighed, "I think he's just angry, but he won't abandon us."

Sorge looked back at his people, and the dwarves looked at each other, a little at a loss. Gerda hurriedly comforted: "Let go of these useless emotions, now that the enemy has been dispersed, we have to seize the opportunity to chase and kill immediately, as long as you do a good job, your lord will forgive you."

At this point, Sorge had no choice but to give his orders, and the Thunderspear Dwarves turned into the mountains and forests, and began to pursue the rout.

Once the army collapses, it becomes a straggler, unable to gather strength and will to fight, and no matter how many there are, they are lambs to the slaughter. This is military common sense, without exception, but, will things really be that simple?

After waiting for the Zoka to run over, the two columns of wolf cavalry began to converge from the tail, and the team turned out of the mountain. At the front of the queue, Zhuoka caught up with the scooter and jumped on it, and sat down next to Cheng Xiaotian.

"My lord, will the Syndicate bandit army be wiped out completely?" Zhuoka asked with some concern, but Cheng Xiaotian shook his head and didn't answer.

If, as the old orc said, the spirit of the earth is gone, then all common sense in this land will be invalid, and all disorderly development will no longer be able to make accurate judgments. But he had other things to do, and he couldn't stay here all the time.

"Your Excellency High Priest, I have something I want to ask you." Cheng Xiaotian said to the lying old orc, and after speaking, he suddenly reached out his left hand and gently placed it on the old orc's chest.

Under the vigilant gaze of the orcs, a soft white light lit up in Cheng Xiaotian's palm, and he retracted after a few taps. The white light lingered on the old orc's chest for a moment, then vanished.

"This ......," the old orc sensed for a moment and sighed, "Thank you, Great Lord, but it is not the way of nature to artificially prolong life like this. ”

Cheng Xiaotian smiled: "I just want to ask you something, I'm afraid you'll die before I finish asking."

The old orc laughed loudly when he heard this, his voice was much louder than just now, and the orc wolf cavalry behind him relaxed, as for Cheng Xiaotian's words, no one cared at all. In fact, this method of using spiritual power to prolong life has a very short effect, and it can only be used once, and the life of the old orc may still end at any time.

Next, Cheng Xiaotian asked for advice on some issues he cared about, and the old orc answered them one by one, and Zhuoka and Gattuso also interjected from time to time, and everyone talked happily. Through conversation, it was learned that the old orc was a traditional shaman, the high priest of the frostwolf tribe, named Drektar.

The wolf cavalry marched slowly in the moonlight, the mountain road twisting and turning, accompanied by the sound of tambourine along the way.

At dawn, the cavalry entered a valley where the bottom of the valley was covered with animal skin tents, smoke curled from cooking, and hundreds of orcs, old and weak, women and children were busy with breakfast in the valley. These are the families of the Frostwolf tribe who have left here, waiting for their families to return.

Unlike humans, orcs regard the battlefield as an honor, and only boys who have experienced battle can reach adulthood, and only those men who have killed enemies on the battlefield will be respected. However, the group was still happy to see the safe return of the family they had sent away, and the orcs excitedly dragged their husbands back to the tent to "", while the remaining singles were surrounded by children and demanded loot, or captured weapons, or simply a part of the enemy's body......

Now, a little orc with the teeth of the Syndicate bandit army in his hand stood in front of Cheng Xiaotian, thinking with a puzzled expression. He was still too young to have never seen any other race, and in his opinion, Cheng Xiaotian and Zhuoka's appearance was really strange and ugly......

Cheng Xiaotian looked dazed, looking at the little orc in embarrassment.

After a long time, the little orc finally mustered up the courage to ask, "Warrior, which tribe are you from?"

Cheng Xiaotian thought about it, and had to tell the truth, "I am Shushan...... Tribal ......"

"Shushan tribe?" The little orc looked confused, is there such a tribe as Shushan? It seems like I've never heard of it, but it doesn't matter, "Do you have any loot for me?" ”

Cheng Xiaotianxin said: "I don't have the habit of knocking out dead people's teeth, let alone carrying a person's head in my arms, your request ......"

The little orc looked at Cheng Xiaotian with a face full of expectation, Cheng Xiaotian couldn't say anything to refuse in the face of this pure gaze. But where are you going to get people's heads and teeth now? You can't use your dad to make up the numbers, can you......

Thinking about it, Cheng Xiaotian raised his left hand and slapped it on his waist, with an extra plush doll in his hand. That's what he used to "catch the doll" to catch.,Just throw it into the bag.,Although from the perspective of modern people.,Its workmanship is a little rough.,But it's not a problem to fool a little orc, right?

Sure enough, the little orc's eyes lit up when he saw the doll, and he directly pointed to the Qiankun bag on Cheng Xiaotian's waist, and shouted excitedly: "It's so fun, I want that!"

Cheng Xiaotian was stunned for a moment, and secretly said - it's broken! I didn't guard against this kid just now, and I was seen to have something strange in the Qiankun bag, what should I do now?

"That's not good, look at this doll, how beautiful it is!" Cheng Xiaotian began to flicker, pinching the doll to "squeak" and scream, hoping to attract the attention of the little orc.

But the little orc is determined and doesn't eat this set at all, his eyes have never left the Qiankun bag, and he said stubbornly: "This is for the little girl to play, I don't want it, I want the bag."

Cheng Xiaotian had no choice but to cast a look at Zhuoka for help, in his mind, women should be better at dealing with children. But he forgot, Choka was younger than him, where could this be? The little girl didn't look at him at all, and there was a smile on her lips.

"Why don't I give you a knife?" Cheng Xiaotian finally had no choice, so he had to pay his blood, in short, the Qiankun bag could not be given.

Unexpectedly, the little orc didn't appreciate it at all, and said disdainfully: "I already have seven knives, so why don't I exchange two for your bag!"

Cheng Xiaotian flew the doll casually, lowered his voice and said mysteriously: "You are all mortal iron, my one is different, sharpen iron like clay!"

After saying that, Cheng Xiaotian took a wrist, and there was a piece of golden gold lying in his palm. (To be continued.) )