It turned out that after the orcs occupied the territory of the Eliot family, they did not exterminate the local residents, but kept them in captivity. The purpose is simple - food.

The front line is fighting, and a large amount of military rations is needed, but the orcs are not good at farming and cannot operate, so they scatter these human people everywhere, and when there is a harvest, they regularly go to rob it.

The fertile land is occupied by the orcs, and the harvest of the barren land is limited, and it is difficult for these people to grow food to feed themselves, and of course they are not willing to let the orcs take it for nothing, so the struggle has become inevitable.

However, this resistance is often futile, and how much resistance can an ordinary farmer have in the face of the regular army of the Orc Empire?

But there are exceptions, there is still such a difficult bone here, and the orc grain army never dares to go in to get food, this is the old Dawson and their village. Not only because of the two powerful people Dawson and Isara, but also because there is a spiritual leader in this village.

The orcs hated this man to the core, but if they wanted to forcibly capture him, first, there were some problems with the deployment of troops, and second, they were also worried that it would cause too fierce resistance. After all, almost all of its inhabitants were his family's subjects and are still loyal to him.

Speaking of this, Isara's bandaging was finished and she looked at Cheng Xiaotian with deep eyes.

"Your Excellency, you are the spiritual pillar of everyone, and if you leave, those who follow you will become complete slaves."

Hearing this, Cheng Xiaotian figured out the reason for the matter, lowered his head and pondered.

It turns out that the human beings here are just captive sheep, and they have to face the wool shearing at any time, and they can live without resistance, and once the resistance is too violent, they will be slaughtered immediately to make mutton soup.

Old Dawson's face recovered a little at this time, he glanced at Isara, and said loudly to Cheng Xiaotian in a solemn tone: "Young master, now that the world is in chaos and the war is burning all over Azeroth, where can you go alone?" Without the people who support you, you will be nothing! ”

Hearing Old Dawson's heartfelt words, Cheng Xiaotian got up and strode in front of Ulu.

Dawson and Isara's hearts fluttered, watching his every move nervously.

"You ......" Cheng Xiaotian was thinking about how to phrase it.

"I am the Warrior of the Orc Empire, the Centurion, and the current Investigator of the Arathi Basin, Uru." Ulu said indifferently.

In fact, he misunderstood what Cheng Xiaotian meant.

Cheng Xiaotian laughed after listening to him introduce himself.

"You'd better kill yourself." Cheng Xiaotian's smile did not decrease.

"Suicide?" Uru suspected he had misheard.

Cheng Xiaotian nodded, his face gloomy: "Yes, commit suicide, immediately!"

"Huh." Uru suddenly wanted to laugh, this request was definitely the most ridiculous he had ever heard in his life.

"What happens if I refuse?" Uru asked.

Cheng Xiaotian sighed when he heard this, and no longer paid attention to Ulu's question, since he refused to commit suicide, it was equivalent to making a decision for himself.

Cheng Xiaotian's idea is very simple, if Ulu commits suicide, then Dawson's severed arm revenge will be forgotten, and he will leave immediately. Since he refused, he had no choice but to stay and find a way to restore Dawson's severed limbs, or simply eliminate the orcs in the Arathi Basin from his wishes!

What he owes old Dawson, he must pay back!

"Old Dawson, let's go home!" Cheng Xiaotian roared wildly.

Old Dawson was overjoyed when he heard this, and regardless of his injuries, he jumped to his feet, as if he were thirty years younger.

Ishara wiped away the remaining tears on her cheeks, and looked at the backs of the two men with a relieved face, she saw a different young master Xiaotian, Lord Viscount, like the dawn, exuding warmth.

Just looking at Dawson's blood-stained severed arm, she couldn't help but feel sad.

"Dawson, you're a wounded, you should ride this horse." Cheng Xiaotian said righteously with a resolute gaze.

Dawson couldn't resist it, so he had to step on the jujube red horse.

Seeing old Dawson sitting still, Cheng Xiaotian secretly breathed a sigh of relief, the shadow brought to him by this horse was still fresh in his memory, and he would never dare to ride it again......

"Young master, you ride Martha!" Ishara ran over, followed by the Roshan Martha.

Cheng Xiaotian was so frightened that he flashed out far away, and now he also recognizes it, it was this brown bear who knocked him unconscious.

"I don't have to ride anything, I've just eaten enough, walking more will help digestion......" Cheng Xiaotian was full of nonsense, and his head shook like a rattle.

Isara was a little disappointed: "It turns out that the young master is full, and I want to take some game for the adults to try, but now it seems that there is no need for it......"

"You need it!" Cheng Xiaotian reacted very quickly and hurriedly yelled.

After yelling, he thought that Isara's horned bow was very beautiful, and raised his hand to snatch it.

Startled by his quick movements, Martha took two steps back and sat on top of Uru. Ulu's body was much stronger than Cheng Xiaotian, not only did he not faint, but let out a roar that shook the sky.

"Whew......"

Ishara couldn't laugh or cry.

"Let's go." Cheng Xiaotian buckled the feather arrow to the bowstring, urging and looking around, eager to see a rabbit or a fawn or something.

He didn't want to think that the tiger was scared away by such a big movement here just now.

After searching for a long time to no avail, Cheng Xiaotao bent his waist and searched westward, he vaguely remembered that his village was in the west, the direction of the setting sun.

"Your home, my lord, is over there." The voice of the elder Dawson came from behind him.

Cheng Xiaotian looked back and saw old Dawson pointing to the east in high spirits!

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At the eastern end of the Arathi Basin is a gently sloping hill, the highest of which stands a majestic castle. With the castle as the center, countless dwellings are scattered, and bonfires are lit under the moonlight.

At the foot of the hills, a river is like a jade belt, meandering and flowing, reflecting the cold moonlight.

On the other side of the river, at the top of a slightly lower hill, three figures were looking this way.

They are Cheng Xiaotian and others.

"Lord Viscount, this is your ancestral home, and the place where you were born." Old Dawson said with emotion.

"Looks good." Cheng Xiaotian was casually perfunctory, and he couldn't help but think about it.

There is protection and support here, and it is really a treasure of feng shui, I don't know what the old Viscount Elliot did to lose such a good place.

"And this hill, the grassland outside, these are your territory!" Old Dawson was full of emotion and continued to stir up vigorously.

"Yes, it's all mine, and one day, I'm going to get it all back." Cheng Xiaotian was still absent-minded, flickering casually.

The speaker has no intention of listening, and old Dawson is waiting for his words!

"Adult ......"

"Stop! This matter has to be considered in the long run. Cheng Xiaotian hurriedly interrupted old Dawson's words, even if you have a life-saving grace for me, then you can't nag in my ear all day long, and you have to do things one yard at a time.

"Since you're not willing to kill yourself, go back." Cheng Xiaotian kicked Ulu, who was sitting on the ground.

Ulu was silent, got up, patted the ashes, and walked down the hill.

As he walked, his burly figure paused and stopped.

"You guys, it's not going to make it." Uru said in a deep voice, no longer hesitating, and strode down the hills.

Cheng Xiaotian looked at his distant back, smiled coldly, and suddenly had a thought in his heart, I don't know what the effect of detonating the anode talisman in the center of the town will be now.

"No, no, no, that's going to kill too many people!" Cheng Xiaotian hurriedly extinguished this terrible thought.

"Young master, why did you die too many people?" Seeing Cheng Xiaotian's face change on the side, Isara's face couldn't help but ask.

Old Dawson's mind was agitated at this time, and he couldn't stop at all, and when he heard the words, he said: "My lord, don't scruple, let go and do it if you have a plan, and achieve great things, how can there be immortals?!"

Cheng Xiaotian was speechless, and said in his heart what do you know.

"Don't look at it, let's go." Cheng Xiaotian waved his hand to beckon the two to leave, and after tossing all day, he only ate a bite of black bread, but he was starved.

Looking at Cheng Xiaotian's back, Isara slowed down and tugged at Old Dawson's sleeve, muttering in a low voice: "I always feel that something is wrong with today's young master, and I don't know him anymore, shouldn't it really break my brain......"

Old Dawson glanced at her, and said in high spirits: "On the contrary, I think that today can really see our young master!" Don't be cranky, let's go back quickly, Uerchaga won't give up, we need to prepare early. ”

After speaking, the two followed Cheng Xiaotian.

At this point, Cheng Xiaotian's mad journey has finally begun!