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This is a sweet potato field, and there are other sweet potato fields nearby, in short, this area is full of sweet potato fields. Why are they all sweet potato fields? Not because the people here love sweet potatoes, but because only sweet potatoes can grow on this barren land.

The orcs living here rarely eat anything other than sweet potatoes, and the staple food of three meals a day is sweet potatoes, and the secondary food is sweet potato leaves and sweet potato vines, so that potatoes have become delicious. Is this life hard? It may seem like this to outsiders, but the local orcs don't, they are used to this kind of life, and they are used to the peace here.

This piece of red clay hill is called Xifeng Gang.

The sun is three poles, the sun is like a fireball scorching the earth, and the red clay hill is unbearably hot, but fortunately there is both a gentle west wind and the shade of trees here.

Under an old locust tree, there lay an orc, dressed in tattered clothes and trousers, with a fur-rimmed straw hat over his face, lying in a "big" shape, humming out of tune, but also enjoying himself. Just as his tune was humming to the high #tide, an uninvited guest appeared and disturbed his peace.

"Excuse me, do you know where Zephyr Gang is?" Not far away, someone asked for directions in lingua franca, and the interrupted orc raised his hand impatiently, turned around and didn't point anywhere, and fell back weakly.

"Here it is." The orc smashed his mouth, and then deliberately made an exaggerated snoring sound, which obviously meant that I wanted to sleep, don't bother me.

Not surprisingly, the orcs of Azeroth are basically the descendants of prisoners of war, and when it comes to speaking the lingua franca (human language), it is more standard than many humans, so they often use the lingua franca to communicate with each other, especially foreigners.

However, these farmers generally do not welcome outsiders, these people are either government officials. Either that's a wandering adventurer, it's not a good thing in any case. Crop man, who is idle and has nothing to do to wander around? It's better to lie down in the shade and get some sleep.

But today it was difficult for him to sleep peacefully, and the person who asked for directions was very annoying. As soon as one question was asked, another came right after.

"So, can you tell me where the mallet's home is?" The visitor seemed a little excited, but he was obviously polite and asked in a low voice.

Orcs are simply annoying. However, when he heard that someone was looking for a mallet, he still raised his hand and turned around, and finally pointed to the north: "Over there, a kilometer away, there is a hut made of white stone." ”

"Thank you." The person who came was not a verbose ghost, and after asking the direction, he thanked him and left.

Orcs are rough guys, and there is no concept of "politeness" at all, so this orc thinks it is a little strange. However, he still didn't bother to take off his straw hat and look at it, and went back to sleep humming a little tune.

After about a minute......

"Mallet!"

The orc shouted. Woke up in shock, ripped off his straw hat and sat up. I saw a white back figure in the north walking alone, the robe he was wearing swaying with the west wind, and there seemed to be a black sheath sword behind him, but the distance was a little far, and it was not real.

"This ...... How does it look like a human? The more the orc looked, the more confused he became, and at last he simply got up and walked east.

This person is indeed a human being—Cheng Xiaotian.

Traveling north along the Nushui River, after two days, Cheng Xiaotian finally arrived at the destination of this journey.

I can't tell how he feels now, but he's excited. There is sadness, and there is even a hint of ...... How to say that, homesickness? He didn't know how to face the mallet's family, let alone the questioning of the mallet's family. For the first time in his life, he was scared.

The distance of a kilometer was short, and if he wanted to, it would be in an instant, but he just walked, very slowly, very slowly. No matter how slow, though. As long as you don't stop, you will always arrive, and after about an hour, turning a dirt slope, the white stone hut will appear in front of you.

This is easy to identify, and most of the houses in the vicinity are made of red adobe, only this one is a stone house. Actually, it's not necessary at all, it basically doesn't rain here, and there is no need to build a stone house at all.

Cheng Xiaotian once heard the mallet repeatedly say that this house was built before he joined the army.

Walking to the door, Cheng Xiaotian stopped and looked inside, the room was dark and smelled musty.

After a long silence, Cheng Xiaotian shouted softly: "Is anyone at home?" ”

After some waiting, a response finally came from the house: "Will there be any guests in our house?" ”

The voice is hoarse and old, it sounds like an old woman, it should be the mother who depends on the mallet for her life, Cheng Xiaotian hesitated, and replied: "I am the comrade-in-arms of the mallet, and he asked me to visit you." ”

"Mallet!" The voice in the room became excited, and hurriedly shouted: "Come in and tell me about the mallet, where is he now?" Are you okay? ”

"Whoa!" Cheng Xiaotian answered, raised his foot and stepped into the threshold, but before his front foot could land, he retracted again. How can I win the trust of the old man like this?

"Old man, I still have a task to do, so if I don't go in and disturb me, I'll talk to you outside." Cheng Xiaotian was a little gloomy and sat down against the corner.

The woman in the house had no objection to this, and she did not go out, but sighed softly and said, "I am old and my health is broken, and it is inconvenient to entertain guests, please forgive me." Stick mallet he ......"

Cheng Xiaotian took a deep breath, suppressed the excitement in his heart, and said slowly: "I met with Bangmao in the Arathi Basin, which is far, far away from here, and is still in the Eastern Kingdom on the other side of the sea, do you know that place?" ”

"Well, I know that place, please go ahead." The woman in the room urged, her tone a little excited.

When Cheng Xiaotian heard the words, his black eyes began to become misty and fell into reminiscence.

"We were best friends there, just like brothers, in fact, he always called me big brother......"

As he spoke, I don't know how long it had passed, but the sky had darkened, and there was no sound inside and outside the house, only the west wind whimpered.

"Guest, are you still there?" After a long time, the woman in the room asked softly, but there was no response.

After a while, there was a sound of "rustling" from inside the house, and an old orc, propped up a wooden stool, moved out of the room little by little. By the bright moonlight, I saw that her legs were dragging on the ground and she was completely paralyzed, and her eyes were gray and blind in the moonlight......

"Guest, are you gone? But I haven't heard enough. When she got out, she looked around with her empty eyes, but she couldn't see Cheng Xiaotian standing beside her, nor could she see the new grave in front of her.

The tomb is very simple, it is a semi-circular earthen bag, and there is a stone tablet in front of the tomb, on which is engraved a line of words: The Tomb of the Mallet.

"Alas...... Gone again, you're all gone. The mallet's mother shook her head and sighed, turned around and rubbed her stool into the house.

Dada, dada......

Cheng Xiaotian stood aside, covering his mouth tightly with his hands, his eyes began to blur, and his body trembled uncontrollably. He didn't dare to move, let alone make a sound, so he watched his mother rub against the threshold little by little.

At this moment, Cheng Xiaotian suddenly turned his head to look east, only to see a dozen small black dots rushing up on a high slope over there, moving quickly here.

Ps. chasing more children's shoes, are there any free appreciation tickets and starting coins~ The countdown to the 515 red envelope list is over, I'll pull a ticket, ask for an increase and appreciation vote, and finally rush a handful! (To be continued.) )