"I'll call them over, you wait." Zhang Yuan bowed with a humble face, and lowered the captured Minotaur Chief Querik to the ground to show his sincerity. Then he slowly walked up the hill, towards the mountain, and then walked faster and faster, and gradually began to run.

Seeing Zhang Yuan running away quickly, the orc shaman suddenly thought: Why did he run so fast? Hey, when did the Night Elf Priest become willing to be a hostage? "It's broken!" The orc prophet suddenly came to his senses. He knew the other party was lying to him!

However, in order to show his sincerity, the minotaur chief Queric was left on the ground by Zhang Yuan, and the orc shaman prophet hurriedly rescued the minotaur chief Querik.

"Ahh The minotaur chieftain Querik's head of the guard has all had their tendons cut off! He lost any combat effectiveness! A wolf-rider said in surprise and anger.

"Bastard! This cruel, cunning, and hateful Night Elf sacrifice! "The orc shaman prophet is mad. Zhang Yuan put Roar on his shoulders and quickly ran up the hillside.

The orc shaman saw the anomaly in the night elf border guard camp in the distance and rushed out, with at least a hundred female archers and two hundred forest banshees.

Facing the Night Elf army, he didn't dare to chase after him. Once he led his army across the border, it meant war, and he didn't dare to start a war without permission, it was a capital offense.

The helpless orc shaman prophet had no choice but to take the hostage merchant Cook and go back with his troops sullenly.

The boundaries of the Egyptian Plain were far beyond Zhang Yuan's imagination, and there were patches of jungle everywhere along the way, obscuring most of his vision. After a whole day of walking, except for the border guards on the border, they did not come across a single place with people.

Li Jubing said that this was because the population of the Night Elves was too small, and among the various races in the forest, except for the Night Elves and the Forest Banshees, the number of other races was very unsatisfactory.

More than 20 of Cook's charioteers were unexpected, they did not betray Zhang Yuan, and the twenty puppet warriors who followed the way were very obedient, in an orderly manner.

"How far is it from your hometown, the Wind Whispering Tribe?" Zhang Yuan said to Li Jubing. "Just follow the Hyjal Mountains, the majestic mountains are our signposts." Li Jubing followed Zhang Yuan's side, his long ears occasionally waving happily.

"The sudden appearance of such a large group of aliens as ours won't cause any misunderstanding, right?" Zhang Yuan looked at the more than fifty Terran and puppet warriors and said.

"Let's first go to the village called Yuye Village outside the mountain forest city of the Wind Whispering Tribe, where my adoptive mother's brother is quarry, there is a small mine, and he is the lord there. We'll settle there first, and then apply to the Wind Whisper Tribe City Temple to help you get the qualifications for the goddess's guardian sacrifice and receive the fief. ”

Speaking of this, Li Jubing's eyes dimmed, and she said: "For more than a hundred years since I came to this world, my adoptive mother and my uncle took good care of me, when the orc robbers slaughtered my tribe, my adoptive mother passed away to protect me, and now, I am left with my uncle. Zhang Yuan was also silent.

"The villagers of my territory have been slaughtered by the abominable orc bandits, but unfortunately the bodies of our Night Elf sacrifices are not as strong as the claw druids, we are the embodiment of wisdom, and everyone uses bows and arrows. Therefore, the Night Elf sacrifice cannot be like other nobles, when fighting, take the sword left by the ancestors and go into battle to kill the enemy. ”

"We Night Elf Sacrifice rely heavily on our vassal race, the Jungle Banshees and Night Elf Archers. Of course, there are also a small number of sacrifices with Jungle Walker Warriors, and the combat power of Jungle Walker Warriors is needless to say, even if they are underage Jungle Walker Warrior Warriors, it is a lingering nightmare for the enemy on the battlefield. But unfortunately, the population of the Jungle Walker Warriors is even sparser than our Night Elf Sacrifice, so among the Night Elf Sacrifice Clan, only a tribe with a prominent family background can raise a powerful Jungle Walker Warrior. Li Jubing's eyes showed a hint of helplessness.

"How many junglewalker warriors are there in your tribe?" Zhang Yuan was despicably thinking about the family property he could take over.

"The key to the rise and fall of the Night Elf tribe is the output of the Moon Sacrifice and the Goddess Guardian Sacrifice, my tribe is unfortunate, in the past ten years, I am the only one who has comprehended the wisdom of the Moon Night God and become the Goddess Guardian Sacrifice Sacrifice. As a result, my tribe does not have the power to support the mighty Junglewalker warriors. And my fief will not be accepted by the King and the Council of Elders until I am one hundred and eighty years old and of age. Therefore, in this doom, the tribe can only rely on the jungle banshee warriors of the vassal clan, most of whom have been conscripted into the regular army, and the rest are also old, weak, sick and disabled. So this time, I couldn't resist these Terran bandits with outstanding martial arts. Li Jubing shook his head blankly.

"Actually, the key problem is that I didn't expect that there would be robbers who would take a huge risk and sneak in from the border line. The territory of the Night Elves is sparsely populated and huge, and although your fiefdom is close to the border, after knowing the situation, the army on the border will not have time to return to help, which is probably the biggest crux of the problem. Zhang Yuan sighed and said.

"But that's not the end of it!" Zhang Yuan stopped, his face covered with a layer of frost.

"There will be revenge! Someday! Isn't that Zhang Yuan? Li Jubing raised his face and looked at him with teary eyes. She has lived here for one hundred and forty or fifty years, and she has a lot of affection for the people around her.

"Damn orcs will pay, you'll see later." Zhang Yuan said.

"By the way, since your tribe has been attacked, how did your uncle escape?" Zhang Yuan asked again.

"He is the warden of Yuye Village Prison, and he is usually not in the border village." With a hint of relief on his face, Li Jubing said: "My uncle is also a special being, he is a watchman, but he is the lowest-ranking first-level watchman, and he has always been the pride of my tribe. ”

"The Night Elves also have a prison?" Zhang Yuan asked curiously. "Naturally, the Night Elves have a perfect code!" Li Jubing said.

"What if I don't get the title of goddess guardian sacrifice?" Zhang Yuan said suddenly. He is now dragging his family with him, and more than 50 people will rely on him alone for food and clothing in the future, and he has no eldest son now.

"No whatever!" Li Jubing said fiercely: "Our dry food is only enough for three days, if you can't get the title of goddess guardian sacrifice, there is only one way." Isn't there a gladiatorial arena in the bazaar? You can go to be gladiators, fight tournaments to earn money to feed us, or, starve us to death. "Holy!" Zhang Yuan said.

"Have faith in yourself, don't we still have a lot of goods? I looked at the carriage for human grain, tea, and fancy clothes, which could be exchanged for a lot of money. Li Jubing said comfortingly.

"Oh! By the way, I forgot. However, this is not a long-term solution. If you don't have a territory where you can always get the tax supply, there will always be a time when the goods are sold out. Zhang Yuan frowned and said.

The territory of the Night Elf Clan is indeed very large, and after walking for a whole day in the plains and forests, they finally arrived at their destination, the Yuye Village Prison.

The sentry on the high corner tower saw the strange horse caravan and blew a loud horn. More than twenty heavily armed forest banshee warriors rushed out of the fence in a panic, thinking it was an enemy attack.