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"Woo woo woo~~~~" The loud and distant sound of the horn sounded in the camp of the Sword Blade Clan.

In the camp in the dark night, the orc warriors who heard the horn began to obediently return to their tents.

The orc captains began to assemble in the hall.

In the orc hall, Samuro sat on the chieftain's seat, and on either side of him stood the orc shaman Baroque and five powerful swordsmen who were only one step away from the Sword Master.

Samuro's majestic gaze looked at the hall full of more than three hundred orc captains.

In the Blade Clan, an orc captain is in charge of thirty ordinary orcs, and is an important hub for the chieftain to command the entire army in wartime.

"The Superior Tribes are pressing forward step by step, repeatedly shrinking the living space of my Sword Blade Clan. ”

"However, the Excellence Tribe has 300,000 orc warriors, and my Sword Blade Clan cannot confront them head-on,"

"Fortunately, when the clan was about to reach its knees, the Baroque shaman found a new way out for us. ”

Samuro's gaze fell on the Baroque.

Baroque, who stood in front of Samuro's side, came out in time, and he gently removed his hood, revealing a young, thin, but piercing face.

"People call the southern desert the Desert of Death, but they don't know that on the other side of the Desert of Death, there is a treasure land. Baroque spoke quietly.

His first words made the orc captains present hold their breath.

On the other side of the desert, there is a treasure land?

"Yes, it's a treasure land! There is a whole lake of water that cannot be seen, there are tall trees that are not found in the grassland, there are sheep, deer, cows, and countless meat, vegetarian food!"

"And the most powerful alien clan living there is only a few thousand people, with the strength of our Sword Blade Clan, we can completely unify that area and grow into the next outstanding tribe!"

Baroque's words stirred up all the orc captains.

They do not lack the courage to conquer foreign places, all they lack is an opportunity.

"Honorable shaman, even though there is a treasure land on the other side of the desert as you said, we don't have the power of a shaman as powerful as you, how can we pass through the desert of death without any living beings with our ordinary physical bodies?"

An orc captain with a calm personality voiced his doubts at this time.

"Huh!" Baroque pulled out a leather scroll from his robes.

"The Desert of Death is not all Jedi, there are precious life strongholds in it, which can be replenished with water. ”

"I've figured out a route that connects the strongholds of life, and I call it the route of life. ”

The route of the route is recorded in this scroll. ”

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It was night, and the entire Sword Blade Clan began to get busy.

Without further ado, Chief Samuro had decided to set out early the next morning and set foot in the desert for the treasure land.

In the hall of the Sword Blade Clan, a group of orc captains also left to announce the news to ordinary orc warriors.

Samuro and the others disappeared either, and the entire hall became empty, distinct from the noisy camp outside.

At this moment, a tall and thin orc figure sneaked in through the side door.

His gaze went straight to the back of the chief's seat, and his gaze fell on the small wooden table in front of him.

"Stupid Baroque to leave such an important roadmap of life in the hall!"

Taking advantage of the fact that there was no one around, the tall and thin orc quickly walked to the chief's seat and took the animal skin scroll on the wooden table in his hand.

Just in case, the tall and thin orc opened the scroll and took a brief look at it, and after confirming that it indeed recorded the complete route, the tall and thin orc stuffed the scroll into his jacket and quickly walked out of the hall.

On the second floor of the hall, the sword saint Samuro and the shaman baroque, the five swordsmen all sat quietly on their chairs in the hall.

"He took it. Baroque, with his eyes closed, said lightly.

Sword Saint Samuro sighed in disappointment when he heard this.

"Sciga's parents died at the hands of the Superior Tribe's Fireblade Warriors, right?" said Samuro after a while.

"Probably a born traitor. Baroque opened his eyes, "Hetu, you are the fastest, please go and retrieve Sciga's head, the direction is northwest, the direction of the No. 3 fortification of the Remarkable Tribe." Baroque turned to one of the swordsmen beside him.

"Yes, shaman. The Xitu Sword Master stood up from his position, and his sturdy figure turned into a black shadow and jumped out of the window on the second floor.

The speed of the sword master Xitu was extremely fast, and it only took ten minutes for him to catch up with the traitor Ssiga, who had just walked out of the camp and started to run wildly.

Si Xiga, who was running wildly, only felt a flash of murderous aura behind him, and suddenly fell forward with a sharp pain in his feet.

When I looked at my feet, I saw that my feet had been cut off from my ankles.

"Born traitor Ssiga, your traitor status has been known to the chief. ”

"Today is your time of death. The figure of the swordsman Xitu slowly approached from behind Sziga.

It was hard for Cetu to imagine why Szega had become a traitor and was loyal to the Superior Tribe, and he wanted to see what the traitor would say before he died.

Therefore, the sword that should have been slashed at the neck just now was replaced by Xitu with an ankle.

"Swordsman...... Sziga struggled to roll over from the ground.

"Hahaha, you can't kill me!" shouted Sciga as if frantically.

Xitu frowned, this crazy reaction seemed to be a little different from what he imagined, it was boring, it was better to kill it with a sword.

Xitu lifted his sword and stepped forward.

Seega saw Seetu's intentions and shouted again: "You can't kill me, the Zuhd Shaman has cast a spell on me!As soon as I die!, my soul memory will be taken back by the Zuhd Shaman!!"

Hearing this, Xitu suddenly stopped his steps, Zuhed, who was the famous shaman of the Superior Tribe, whose strength was unfathomable and unfathomable to the young Baroque shaman.

Scyga scrambled to dig out the Life Route Scroll from his chest jacket.

"I've seen this route of life! There is a mark of the route in my mental memory! When I die, the Superior Tribe will know the route for the first time through the Zuhd Shaman!"

Sziga lost both feet, but he ignored it, and laughed hysterically as he watched the usually high-ranking swordsman Xitu eat in front of him.

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The bottom of the lake at the corner of the Jewel Lake.

Almost as soon as the Whitefish-Man swallowed the Spell Heart Fruit, it seemed to have absorbed enough moonlight.

In the abdomen, a hot and scorching sensation came, repelling the desire of the white fish man to devour before.

The white fish man couldn't help but bend down and hug each other like shrimp, and this burning sensation began to be transmitted from the white fish man's abdomen, and spread throughout the white fish man's body in a few breaths.

Under the scorching of this moonfire, the gray air currents on the white fish people at the bottom of the lake were forced out.

The gray gas came out of the white fish man's body, and the dense and evil little white face hidden in it could be faintly seen cursing angrily.

The instinct of the hero's body allowed the Whitefish Man to swallow the heart of this moonlight flame spell that was about to condense successfully, but it was because the body instinctively knew that this thing could expel the evil things hidden in the depths of the body from the bloodline.