In the middle of the dense forest, a team of snakes is trudging through the mud, this team includes green-skinned orcs, big-eared monsters, wolf knights, half-orcs, ogres, and even goblins and trolls.

This is a jungle adventure caravan whose goal is to travel to the depths of the jungle to trade with a horde of orcs who have been isolated for many years.

Once inside this jungle tribe, the caravan can exchange the fine iron weapons they carry from the outside world for a large number of high-quality animal skins and bones, and even the crystal nucleus of the king of Warcraft.

As long as the transaction is successful, everyone in the caravan can indulge in the most prosperous orc city for half a year.

Of course, with great benefits comes great risks.

Every year, several caravans go to the Jungle Horde, but it is good to have two caravans back in a year, and there are caravans that have been formed for several years without ever leaving the jungle.

Although this caravan is also a temporary patchwork of poor and crazy poor bastards, they have three powerful ogres.

These three ogres were hard-won, and they were the leader of the caravan, and it took half a year to make these three ogres ogre drunkards owe a butt of loan sharks, and in the end they were desperate, so they had to follow the big-eared monster Gelt who was willing to help the beast to do this vote.

Along the way, the three-headed ogre drove away an unknown number of jungle monsters, and even the king of the beasts was afraid of the power of the three-headed ogre, so he could only roar from afar, warning them to leave immediately.

The routes chosen by the caravan were all along the edge of the King of Warcraft's territory, so the caravan had not really fought a single King of Warcraft in the three months it had been on the way.

Looking at the strong figure of the three-headed ogre, the big-eared monster Kelt was confident that this trade would be safe and successful, and the key to doing business was to be well prepared and not to fight unprepared battles, not like the goblins under his hands, and only chanting the Tao all day long is money.

There were two trolls in the caravan, one hunched over, a long fang, also the skin of a forest troll, his eyes bloodshot and eeriely scarlet, a wide black cloth stained with mud, and a corner of the dark red armor that was hidden occasionally showed out as he walked.

This set of dark red armor is exquisitely made, and there seems to be a faint flow of energy in the lines on it, this is actually a set of equipment above the extraordinary period.

Without a black cloth, the flow of energy would make the armor appear to be soaked in blood.

This set of armor is the blood-soaked armor of the Blooddrinker, and the long axe he holds in his hand is also a transcendental weapon, which is the blood-drinker's bloody battle axe.

It's a pity that no one in this orc temporary caravan recognizes this set of standard equipment for blood drinkers, otherwise they would not have thought that the strongest combat power in the caravan is three ogre drunkards who owe usury.

The Blood Drinker, the Skullcap, is a powerful troll warrior created for the troll clan by the great troll witch doctor Akale, modeled after the human professional system.

The Great Witch Doctor Akale once imitated the power system of human professionals, creating two exclusive professions of the Orc Sword Master and the Orc Axe King, these two orc professionals performed miraculous feats on the battlefield between orcs and humans, Akalai with this achievement actually alarmed the beast god Oak, the beast god Oak gave the great witch doctor Akalai unimaginable honors and rewards, so that the entire orc world was amazed, due to the relationship between the great witch doctor Akale, the troll clan re-established a troll empire in the orc world, the Amani Empire, Its capital, Zuaman, is the second largest city in the entire orc world.

For the sake of the troll clan, Akalai has developed the Blooddrinker Enlightenment Potion and the Skullcap Enlightenment Potion, but all troll warriors who have taken these two potions will gain new power on the basis of the original power, and under the superposition of the two power systems, the Troll Warrior Blood Drinker and the Skull Decapitator are unimaginably powerful.

In addition to this blood drinker, the other troll, she is a female troll, she stands straight, very tall, her figure looks exquisite, her white hair falls softly to her ears, and the small troll fangs are slightly extended, showing a little cuteness.

She was neatly dressed, her clothes were fluttering, and there was a bit of dust, even if she wore a pair of cloth shoes, she walked on the muddy road without getting wet or dirty.

On her shoulder, a small lark was jumping happily and chirping.

A big-eared monster soldier came and passed on the order of the caravan owner, Kilt, that everyone in the caravan should rest in place for the night and set out early tomorrow morning.

"Gentlemen, ladies, ahead is the territory of the Night Tiger, the Night Tiger is a very difficult beast, especially like to come out at night to hunt for food, for the safety of our caravan, so we can only pass through during the day, today we can only camp here, after the territory of the Night Tiger, we have to cross a river with piranhas, to cross the river we must build a raft, and row to the other side before the night comes, and then walk for seven days to reach the jungle tribe, which means that we will be very full tomorrow, rest early, guys, all for the sake of Jin Kela. The big-eared monster soldier earnestly conveyed the message and explained why.

When the orcs set up their tents around the campfire and began to rest early.

The powerful Troll Warrior Blood Drinker suddenly felt his heart racing.

Boom, boom, boom........

The sound of a heartbeat is like a drum.

The troll warrior clutched his chest, his face pained, and fell to his knees.

The female troll asked with concern, "What's wrong with you, Marus, is it bloodline control again?" ”

Marus, the troll warrior, nodded with a wry smile.

The female troll took a deep breath with a serious face, she stretched out her right hand, white light looming, and pressed it to the forehead of the troll warrior Malus.

Long.

The female troll sighed and said, "Break free from bloodline control unless you give up the bloodline's bloodline power. ”

Malus smiled wryly, the power of the Blood Drinker had been completely fused with him, and giving up the blood power of the Blood Drinker was equivalent to giving up life.

Marus said with a firm face: "Miss Cecilia, let's go our separate ways, it's too dangerous for you to be with me." ”

"What are you talking about dejecting Marus, we are comrades-in-arms, not to mention ......"

Cecilia, the female troll, raised her neck and said with a confident expression, "What's more, you have to believe in the power of the arcane. ”

"I've already probed just now, the source of the bloodline of the Blood Drinker, the high-ranking priest Yekrik, is still thousands of miles away, so he can only locate your approximate location, so you don't have to worry."