Restraining his anger at the loss of his brother, the orc chief gripped Aldrich Triss's outstretched friendship, though it was stained with blood, and it smelled of Gruul Stoneheart. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

After all, it was a warrior who died in battle during the great Makgora ceremony, and the soul of his brother must have melted into this rich mountain land.

The loss of his valiant and warlike blood brother was a major blow to him, but due to the special nature of Makgola's rituals, he could not express his dissatisfaction, otherwise it would be disrespectful to tradition.

Aldrich Triss wants to comfort the orc chieftain and drag the soul that is still confused in the dueling arena to the Wall of Sighs, and instead send it to the grotesque town he manages, and also transform into an orc, but his temper is no longer rough, and he acts as a guard for the town, and cooperates against the zombies of the undead army.

Possessing the Totemic Scepter, Kruren Stoneheart is vaguely aware of this, but he is not a gifted shaman, and has a vague veil of the afterlife.

Through this incident, the orc chief had a much better opinion of Aldrich Tris, and with his long-standing knowledge of following the Great Shaman, he believed that the Knight of Virtue was the earthly agent of a certain god, and did not think of him as an immortal.

The Virtue Knight took out the promised herbs, absinthe, bandages, and hemostatic powder from the red socks, and took them out in a steady stream, which soon piled up into a small hill.

This posture frightened all the orcs, and they all realized that Aldrich Tris was holding a magical space bag, but even then no one dared to snatch it.

The importance of the Makgora ritual was intuitively appreciated by the Virtuous Knights, but the biggest reason was probably that the orcs were worried that if they robbed this time, there would be no future.

Moreover, the possibility of snatching his most important strange object from the hands of a "hero" is too low, and the price to pay is probably not affordable by the orc tribes of the country of mountains.

Seeing so much medical supplies, Turta Tie immediately knew that the tribe's wounded were saved, so he went directly to Kruren Shixin and ordered his clan members to go up and carry them to the safety of the camp on improvised stretchers.

The orc chief frowned slightly, but didn't say anything, and turned to ask the people of the Stone Heart Clan to go to the stone skin tent and take out the iron ingots that they had promised to trade.

"Where's the coal? I want the coal!"

Aldrich Triss tapped his blunt heavy sword with his fingers, making a crunchy sound of metal colliding and tooth-souring, which made the chieftain's commanders tremble in their hearts, and the secret evaluation of the Virtuous Knight was once again raised to a higher level.

"Steel as iron!"

The ancient orc language that circulated in the Black Continent was whispered in the ears of the cross-fertiliser, and spread to the ears of ordinary warriors on the periphery.

Turta Tie'er hurriedly explained: "Coal may be stored under our feet, but there is no suitable equipment to dig it!"

Aldrich Tris put his hand on his forehead and muttered for a moment: "Forget it, this transaction will be dominated by iron ingots! Next time I will bring enough mining machinery and suitable tools...... It is too dangerous to drill through the rock formation, and you should find shallow veins and create an open-pit directly...... Well, about such large-scale projects, take your time, you can't rush!"

The Virtue Knight leaked a lot of useful information as he talked to himself, and the orc chief and his friend looked at each other and couldn't help but laugh secretly.

A total of two cubic meters of iron ingots, weighing about fifteen tons, were simply and coarsely smelted into the magical space bag one by one by Aldrich Triss.

Türta Iron left in a hurry, then reappeared with a smile on his face, nodding lightly to his friend Kruren Shixin, and the orc chief gripped the totem scepter, and then slowly released it.

Without the necessary medical supplies, the tribes of the country of mountains will fight fewer and fewer, and without enough strength, there will be no corresponding voice in the great Ultai composed of chiefs.

The supply depot of the expedition to the country of Virginy, even if it is forced, will have to collect a batch of food supplies for the winter, and along the way, you can also break through a few plantations and save a group of compatriots from the prison of whips and shackles.

Based on Aldrich Triss's suggestion, Kruren Stoneheart continued to add details to refine the expedition, knowing that humans who were both merchants and warriors had other purposes, but as long as it was beneficial to the tribe, the chief would not hesitate to support him.

Leaving more than 1,000 warriors to watch the house, and the remaining 3,300 warriors who have been tempered by the war, led by the three generals under his command, and 400 guards directly under the chieftain to accompany the battle, this is all the orc tribe of the country of mountains can come up with.

The medium-sized corps of nearly 4,000 men is moving too much, and I am afraid that as soon as they leave the camp, they will be targeted by the eyes of both sides. ”

Aldrich Tris shook his head at this, because the Markgola ritual gave him a special right to dictate the formation of the orc legions with the tacit approval of Kruren Stoneheart and Turta Iron.

"I can lift my heavy sword with one hand, hold on to ten breaths with it flat over my shoulder, and I can serve as the leader of the ten-man team. I can wear my armor and walk around the dueling arena without stopping, and I can be the centurion who leads the hundred-man team. To be able to defeat at least three centurions in a row is to serve as the commander of the Thousand Regiment. ”

The Virtuous Knight's suggestion spread through the tribal camp with a thunderous voice, and immediately won the favor of all the orc warriors who were brave enough to be brave, and the two chiefs looked at each other, and saw nothing wrong with it, so they casually agreed.

In particular, Turta Tie'er hoped that his clan members would stand out and get more positions in the expeditionary legion, so he immediately went down to arrange the test.

Seeing that his deputy was so enthusiastic, Kruren Shixin quickly understood his intentions, frowned slightly, and remembered the traditional dual monarchy of the tribe, so he didn't say anything.

The anchor-shaped blunt-headed heavy sword weighing 100 catties is a little difficult for ordinary orc warriors to hold in both hands, let alone lift it with one hand, and they have to hold it flat over their shoulders for ten breaths.

The simplest level of strength eliminated the mediocre eighty percent, but no one had a problem in fairness, and seeing that there were nearly six hundred people who had the qualifications of a ten-captain, Aldrich Triss suggested that those who still had confidence could try to challenge the heavy armor on foot.

The eight-hundred-pound full-body armor, due to its unique design, can adapt to the wearer's body on its own, unless it is a sharp change in the transcendent state of the Virtue Knight entering the Wrath of Order, it has a corresponding extension change.

Even so, there were more than 80 orc centurions who could walk on the outer edge of the dueling arena for more than 100 meters in heavy armor, and there was no need for Aldrich Triste to remind them that the centurion-qualified warriors began to fight each other, using only fists, knees, elbows, and no steel weapons.

After a dozen brawls in a row, there were very few victors still standing, less than a palm, but they were in the expectation of the chiefs Kruren Shixin and Turta Tiee.

Aldrich Triss satisfiedly took out the ruby-like healing potion, the latest alchemical product of Taling Christine, the effect was very remarkable, the nose and face were swollen, and with a little application, the bruise and redness quickly dissipated as fast as the eyes could see.

Turta Ironforehead squinted his eyes and showed his talent unexpectedly, Dufer Skull, the warrior of the Ironforehead Clan, and now the commander of the Thousand Commanders, secretly signaled his forehead.

Aldrich Tris dipped his fingers in the potion and began to apply the scars on Duffel Skull's face, as the corners of his eyes seemed to blink in pain, squeezing out a few tears that slid down to his chin with the healing potion.

The apologetic commander wiped the back of his hand and continued to be treated by the Virtuous Knight, Aldrich Triss knew that there was a trick hidden in it, but he did not expose it to his face.

"How can the alchemy potion made by Christine be easily cracked backwards?

Treating four thousand commanders and dressing the centurion's wounds, the healing potion was limited after all, and no matter how spared it was, it would quickly run out, Aldrich Tris casually threw away the vial made of natural crystal and returned to his seat.

The next thing is not that he can intervene, the tolerance of the orc chieftain is also limited, and it is enough to win the favor of some orc warriors.

Kruren Stoneheart began to appoint expeditionary teams, mixing up the members of his clan and the Iron Clan, he had a good memory, and could clearly remember the name of each orc warrior, and formed a team of ten people into a hundred-man team, and then formed a thousand-man army.

All the commanders were in place, and were given a unique battle banner by Turta Tie, with a hastily drawn bison totem, a totemic scepter given by the Great Shaman to the tribes stationed in the land of the mountains, which became a new spiritual symbol and became deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

"Raising food in the enemy's territory, all this is the blood and sweat that we once shed. The world is so vast, and everything we see is our hunting ground. Expeditionary Corps, go!"

Turta Tie guarded his homeland as usual, leaving his friend with more than 1,000 warriors, and nearly 2,000 wounded in the secret back camp, enough to withstand any invading enemy.

Aldrich Tris made a mistake in his estimation, and nearly 3,000 elite warriors were recruited by the Great Shaman in the name of assisting in defense, stationed at the Fortress of Kailongso on the peak of Mount Deerno, blocking the slave servant corps of the Southern Duchy in front of the army, and the elite knights of the human race in the rear, defending the dignity of the orcs with flesh and blood.

At a time when the North and the South began to fight and confront each other due to the approaching autumn and winter, they became a third-party force with value in attracting power, and attracted the attention of high-level officials in various countries with real power.

Due to the courage and good fighting of the orcs from the Black Continent, the hard workers on the plantations in the southern principality were treated slightly better, and the secret channels learned the news, and they all knew that the changes in the environment were all due to the struggle of their compatriots, and the subtle undercurrent surged again, but the fugitive slave incident came to an abrupt end, perhaps with the instructions of some people who controlled the fate of the orcs.

The tribal expeditionary legions of the Land of Mountains, closely divided into thirty-five hundreds, traveled from different directions to the Duchy of Virginy, and their contact with each other was carried by the domesticated red-eyed eagle.

As for Ian McCallen's musket regiment and mortar squad, the Kirov airship in rotation with Aldrich Triss rested, and they traveled day and night, keeping at least 200 men on the ground, so as to hone their spirit and will.

When the orc expeditionary legions, scattered in dozens of centuries, gathered in the Manassas region of the Duchy of Virgini, Ian McCallane came to the Benniu River again with great emotion, and stood where he had fallen, ready to get up.

Suddenly, shadows covered the sky and the sun, and the banner behind the orc leader hunted in the wind, and a thick fishy smell hit his face.

"Green Dragon?" Aldrich Triss looked up, squinting at the emerald dragon scales, shining in the undazzling reflection of the autumn morning's sun, and wondered why the dragons who stayed at the spine of the world were here.

"Enemy attack!"