readx;? The Dragon's Back Mountains, as the name suggests, are a mountain range that resembles the back of a dragon, and the dragons that once stood above all living beings in this plane, good and evil, had sharp, long, flattened spines on their backs, and the Dragon's Back Mountains were the same. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 The dense forest stretches upwards from the foot of the mountains, gradually thinning out, replaced by sandy ground covered with moss and thorns, and then up there are single, desolate rock formations, which creep from creeping and The slope suddenly turns into a giant standing steeply and looking down, and although the wall-like rock has cracks and steps-like bumps, those narrow and narrow only for the hooves of the argali, which may not be able to be lowered by the palm of a male human, can only accommodate the hooves of the argali, and they walk and jump on the rock wall in a mysterious and surprising posture, the form is elegant and calm, but it must be mentioned that even the argali, there are times when the stones are loose or the strange wind that suddenly blows and breaks their tendons.

The orcs had also tried to climb over the Dragon's Spine Mountains and into the Silvercrown Forest, but their losses would be considerable, and even if an orc were lucky enough to step into the forest, the chains of the jungle and the elven bows and arrows would quickly eliminate this small hidden danger - only the elves could walk on such a cliff without any trouble. On the side of the mountain that belongs to humans and elves, there are many fluffy grasses that are spawned by the elves, and the fluffy grass is a hardy and stubborn plant, which only needs very little nutrients and water to thrive and grow a large mass surrounded by two people, when the Singer elves patrol the mountains, these fluffy grasses are their temporary shelters, as well as food and water - the roots of the fluffy grass are thin and tough, like a huge net, and after chewing, it will ooze sweet and sour juice.

But these are not on the side of the orcs, even if the seeds of the fluffy grass are brought here by the birds and the wind, the orcs will only pull them off and eat them by any means, just like they only have wilderness and no mountains and forests here, the orcs are a greedy race, they want everything, but they have no concept of cherishing and longevity, they only know how to consume unlimitedly, so before Gersh, almost no leader of the orc tribe thought of becoming a king, they don't need to rule, they just need to plunder and possess.

This is what the ugly chicken had to face, after a day and two nights, there was only a ball of grass and two balls of feces left in her stomach, and on the third day she was lucky enough to meet a dead bird, wrapped in a beetle, and the ugly chicken not only ate the bird, but the beetle that did not escape in time was also put into her mouth, and the beetle left many bites on her arm, but she had to see it to realize that she had been bitten. Her limbs were paralyzed, and she didn't know if it was because of the filthy things she had eaten before or the toxins left in her by the little monsters, and she shivered and fell asleep in the moonlight—she didn't know if she would ever wake up again, but on the fourth day she saw the beautiful morning light, and she prayed to all the good gods she knew, and then continued to climb up- At this time, there were almost no rocks and gravel left around her, and the slope was steep, and even when she was so tired that she had to take a rest, she had to be vigilant lest she accidentally tumble and fall.

On the night of the fourth day, she knelt down and prayed again, her stomach losing its vitality after the intense colic, she could not feel cold or hot or hard or soft, she could grasp the loose skin wherever she chose, the ugly knew that she was in a dangerous situation—she closed her eyes, and when she fell, her cheek touched something, and it was not until long later that she understood that it might be a clump of plants, and her nose twitched violently, for she seemed to be able to smell again- She opened her eyes with the last bit of strength, her withered fingers grasping them. Ugly Chicken thought that even if it was grass or something, anything else, she was thinking about eating her fingers, or her toes, maybe the parts that couldn't stop her from continuing her trek.

She pulled it up and sent it straight between her teeth, at first she had no idea what she was eating, but as her stomach, which was tougher than the average person, was gradually opened, her sense of touch and taste returned, and in the bright light she saw that she was indeed eating a clump of plants, a bush of wild onions, with an illogically fat, juicy rhizome at the bottom, and the spicy leaves warmed her hands and feet, which from wild onions was not much, but it was enough to pull the ugly chicken back from the brink of death.

The ugly chicken eats most of the wild onions in half the night, and she doesn't know why it's here, or if a second human slave will escape here, but her husband is a hunter, and in a deserted hut in the woods he always leaves a little for fire, a few clay pots, and some acorns or nuts, and hides them in places where the animals can't find them, for the unfortunate lost, and sometimes they save lives. These wild onions save the life of the ugly chicken, and the ugly chicken hopes that they will give hope and opportunity to another person.

She regained some strength and curled up under the steep rock wall to rest, in the haze she felt something warm it, but before the ugly chicken could wake up, the warm body was gone, she sat up, and found that her strength had recovered, and the wounds left by the slave traders, orcs, and monsters were no longer bleeding and pus, and she sincerely thanked the gods who had watched her before continuing her journey.

No one can imagine that such a rock wall can be climbed by an ordinary human, it is a wall and wall that the gods left in this plane to separate the orcs and humans, its bottom is even slightly inclined inward, many times, the ugly chicken is hanging on the rock wall, but the ugly chicken must thank her parents for leaving her body, this body is not good-looking, to be precise, it is burly and ugly, especially for a woman, but at this time, it is the shield and spear of the ugly chicken- She fell twice as she slammed into her own tragic fate, but luckily it wasn't too far from the ground, and she bruised her flesh but not her bones, and the experience was enough for her to climb higher.

A cloud of silk passed under her armpits, her bare toes and fingers clung to the hollows of the rock face, and her body clung to the cold stones that were like monsters that endlessly sucked in their warmth, and the ugly chicken had heard her husband describe how the bard described the wind. They describe the wind as a girl's fluff, the wind as a rushing stream of water, or the wind as a sharp sword, but the only thing they don't describe is that the wind can also be a hammer and an axe, and they knock on the body of the ugly chicken, and they slash her will, trying to peel her off the rock wall, and the ugly chicken can't open its eyes, and it becomes difficult for the ugly chicken to breathe.

But the wind softened somewhere, and when the ugly chicken opened his eyes, he saw a flock of gray-furred argali, and they walked around the ugly chicken with a body almost at an angle of one hundred and eighty degrees to the ground, and they not only blocked the strong cold wind, but also pointed out to the ugly chicken where he could land and settle down. The ugly chicken gratefully followed their guidance upwards, resting briefly on a tiny protrusion, wiping the blood from her palms and soles with her dirty fur lest it slip as she climbed, when the gravel suddenly fell and struck her back and the top of her head.

A gray-black wolf appeared above the argali, it was a thin lone wolf, the old wolf, the ugly chicken could be recognized, its fur had turned an ugly gray-white, but its eyes flashed with wisdom that humans may not be able to have, it stood at the top of the rock wall, pushing down the gravel, even a young and healthy wolf may not be able to catch an argali, but it can take advantage of this originally unfavorable condition for itself, the argali, panicked and jumped on the mountain wall, dodging, but the number of rubble is not much, but it continues, and there has been a young argali with little experience who has fallen to the bottom of the cliffFortunately, it was only a little frightened, and when it found that it could still get up, it jumped up and fled in a panic.

The old wolf's eyes flashed with a look of pity, but it had a patience that the younger generations could not match, and before these argali found their way to escape, there were always two or three argali who would fall to their deaths at the bottom of the mountain wall because of their youth or old age, so that they would have to climb down slowly and enjoy a great meal - it was natural that the ugly chicken could ignore it, it was a rule of nature, but she still stood up.

That night, it was an argali, which slept in her arms, to ensure that her body would not be stiffened by the wind and stones, and she remembered the warm but foul smell.

She picked up the gravel and threw it up with a scream, but to no avail, the old wolf just slouched, almost politely, and dodged it. It may still be laughing at the stupid human, a piece of gravel accidentally fell and almost hit an argali, with huge curved horns, "I'm sorry!" the ugly chicken cried, and then she clapped her hands with determined eyes and began to climb up. This time the old wolf seemed to sense the threat, more rubble whistled down from above, the ugly chicken's face and head were hit, the blood blurred her eyes, she gasped, and suddenly a wet tongue reached out and licked the blood off her face, and the ugly chicken realized that a little argali was standing next to her arm - seriously, she was so envious of these creatures that were small enough to stand on the tips of her fingers.

As soon as the ugly chicken's hand reached the top of the rock wall, it was scratched by the wolf's claws, but the old wolf's vigilance also made it lose the last chance to fight the ugly chicken, these pains are nothing to the ugly chicken today, she only sent her upper body up with a force, and then when the old wolf decided to attack, the ugly chicken hit its nose with a fist, the old wolf let out a wail, the pain made it crazy, but in addition to the ugly chicken, there was also the argali, which climbed the rock wall, it was several male argali, with the corners of the hard rock, they took turns to rush the old wolf, almost no need for the help of the ugly chicken, and forced the old wolf down the rock wall。

The ugly chicken heard the wailing and crashing sound of the old wolf falling to the ground, she unfortunately couldn't eat wolf meat, she set her eyes on the argali, although she was sorry, but ...... Well, given that they were still fighting side by side just now - but soon, the ugly chicken learned from the argali, how to gather and devour fluffy grass, which of course did not taste as wolf meat or mutton, but it was a plate of uncompromising delicacy compared to what the ugly chicken had eaten before.

The argali, in front of the rock wall, said goodbye to the human woman, and at this time of year, even the moss and thorn bushes had food that humans could eat, and the ugly chicken continued to walk forward for about five days, until she faintly saw the edge of the dense forest, and she walked with joy. In what her husband told her, the lords and kings may not be trusted, but the elves are one of the races that can never have an affair with the orcs, and their relationship with the orcs is like water and fire, neither side can stand the presence of the other, only the elves, and she must tell them that their enemies are growing rapidly, and a fierce and violent battle is imminent.

The elves will help her get her revenge, not any human.

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But it wasn't Kerryben's fault, if anything, the fire elemental creature that suddenly rose from the flames was mostly responsible.

With the otter's white face behind him and his hand on the rune seal, the fire elemental creatures can be used by good spellcasters, but they can also work for evil spellcasters, they don't need to think about factions.

"Please don't be too alarmed," said the fireelemental creature in the form of a human maiden, "I just brought a message from an old man for you, the heir of Ingway, King of the Jungle, the Elven Ranger Kerryben. (To be continued.) )