When the first cold wave drifted from the Moros Snow Mountains in the north, the breath of winter came inadvertently, frost began to appear on the ground, and fine salty snowflakes fell in the sky. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The only place where you can see snow in the four areas of the Deserted Plains is the only place where you can see the snow, and the orcs who live here each have a thick coat to protect against the cold winter, when the shallow waters of the West Sea condense into hard ice, and the only way to catch fish in the sea is to dig through the ice.

No one has ever been to the depths of the Western Sea, the depths of the sea there

"Moyer, how is the harvest?" docked on a fishing boat on the shore, two orcs sat comfortably under the pole to rest, each holding a full jar of fish oil, occasionally picking it up and taking a few sips.

"I dug through five ice caves in the morning, and I didn't touch a school of fish," said the orc who was questioned, depressed.

"This year's fish rush came too late, it has never been like this before"

"If you can't catch any more fish, you'll be sad this winter"

"I heard that a group of foreign orcs have recently appeared on the side of the tide mouth of the West Sea, it can't be that they are playing ghosts."

Moyer looked into the distance of the West Sea, where several seagulls were hovering in the sky, and the frozen sea made it impossible for them to hunt the swimming fish under the water, and could only tap on the hard ice in vain.

"Damn the hell place," Moyer cursed suddenly.

The West Sea is divided into shallow sea and deep sea, usually the orcs near the coast can only move in the shallow sea, the deep sea is mysterious and dangerous for them, outside the deep sea, no one knows where the border is in the deep ocean, there were orcs who planned to escape through the deep sea out of the deserted plain, but they were finally lost in the West Sea forever, and could not find their way back.

It can't go anywhere, it's boundless, like a demon's giant mouth, capable of swallowing everything.

"I don't know when the three tribes in charge of the oasis will start a war of resistance, and I'm getting used to living here again," Moyer's companion said worriedly.

"Several wars of resistance have not been successful, we need a real leader, the three tribes of the oasis all want to unify the orcs, and it is difficult for the war of resistance to start again"

"So what to do, the things in the Deserted Plains are limited, and sooner or later they will be eaten up by us, and then they will not be ......"

Moyer looked at his companion sitting beside him and said, "That's what the humans intended when they drove us into the Deserted Plains, and they can't do it with their ability to destroy the orcs in the form of war."

......

After stepping onto the land near the coast, Yang Xiu and Parr put on thick cloaks, the weather in this place made them feel uncomfortable, the cold wind would blow everyone's skin until it was dry, and the dry wounds were as sharp as knife cuts.

"My lord, what are these?" Parr sat in front of Yang Xiu and looked curiously at the frost on the ground, and at the same time, he would also reach out to catch the snowflakes falling from the sky, which seemed especially unusual to him, a child who grew up near the molten lava.

"Snow, a particularly fun thing, there is not enough snow now, wait for more, they will become a beautiful snow scene" Yang Xiu looked at the snowflakes falling in the sky with nostalgia, and remembered that when he returned home from school in his sophomore year and passed through Hangzhou, it also snowed in Hangzhou.

"My lord, you see that there are a lot of ice elements in this snow," Parr said, pointing to the few snowflakes in his palm.

"Don't use all the excitement here, look at the momentum of the snow, it won't be long before we can go to have a snowball fight, and you will be happy then" Yang Xiu looked at the excited Parr with a smile on his face, he should have looked like this when he saw the snow for the first time.

"Chief, shall we go straight to the ogre now?" Duronda asked.

"Let this go first, let's go to the Wind Clan" Yang Xiu took out the map, and made up his mind to return the two keys to the Wind Tribe first, and then concentrate on finding the ogre dog.

"Storm Tribe, Chief, what are you going to do in that tribe?" Duronda looked at Yang Xiu puzzled, wondering how Yang Xiu proposed to go to this Storm tribe whose name he had never heard of.

"I'll explain this matter to you when it's in the air, and now I'm afraid of an accident," Agde said, there was a mysterious gang that was carrying the keys to Sodolon, and he couldn't break it halfway.

The coast is next to the West Sea, Yang Xiu and his party walked out of the dense forest and saw a sea that was frozen, not far from the shore, there was a wooden boat parked on the shore, and there were two orcs who didn't know what they were discussing with their mouths in their mouths.

"Iron Hand, Duronda, I can't find the location of the Wind Tribe on the map, you go over and take a look" The map that Derek gave to Yang Xiu only drew a few dozen black dots symbolizing the big tribes in the area near the coast, and did not write the name of each tribe.

Yang Xiu pointed to the two people on the pole and said.

......

"Hey, someone's coming"

In the Moyer's line of sight, two Kodo beasts approached from a distance carrying several people, two of whom were wearing cloaks that completely covered their entire bodies, making it impossible for others to see their faces.

"Friend, do you know how to get to the Storm Tribe?" Duronda shouted to the orcs sitting on the pole of the ship.

"Hustle?" Moyer put down the fish oil in his hand, stood up and said, "That tribe is some distance from here, and it will take you three days if you keep moving forward."

"So far?" Iron Hand couldn't help but be speechless, and by the time the four of them arrived at the Storm Tribe, maybe the heavy snow would start to close the road.

"You're from somewhere else, if you want supplies, walk a few kilometers east and you'll come across a tribe, there's no need to go that far," Moyer kindly reminded.

"Thank you, friend" Duronda and Iron Hand returned to Yang Xiu's side and told him what Moyer had said again.

"Three days...... It can only take another three days, I promised others one thing, I must go to the Huanfeng Tribe" Yang Xiu waved his hand, signaled and walked forward.

"Moyer, how could those outsiders choose to go to the coast after winter" Moye's companions looked at the backs of Yang Xiu and the others leaving, and they especially stared at Yang Xiu and Par.

"And the two orcs sitting on the back of the Kodo beast are too thin."

"Who knows, what are we doing so much" Moyer drank the can of fish oil in his hand in one gulp and urged: "Don't rest, start working, and try to open three more holes today"

......

In the center of the coast, there is a valley with two transparent mouths and two parallel mountain walls, whenever a strong wind blows from one end, it will immediately disperse from the other end, and at the same time, the sound of bells will ring in the valley, because of this strange landscape, the nearby tribes call this place - the Valley of the Wind.

The Valley of the Wind is not as grassless as other places near the coast, but is overgrown with lush trees, crowding the entire valley, and the Huanfeng tribe that Yang Xiu is looking for is settled here, unlike the stone city of the Tomahawk Tribe, all the buildings of the Huanfeng tribe are built on the treetops, and it looks like a city on a tree from a distance, which has a unique sense of beauty.

"This is the Wind Tribe?" Yang Xiu's Kodo Beast stopped at the mouth of the Valley of the Wind, looking at the orcs walking on the branches from a distance.

"That's it, the orcs here usually live in the trees," Duronda said.

When Yang Xiu and the four of them walked into the Valley of the Wind, the sentinels of the Roaring Wind Tribe had already discovered them, and dozens of orcs slid down from the nearby big trees, blocking them at the door of the Roaring Wind Tribe.

"What are you here for? don't you know that outsiders are not welcome here after winter," shouted the orc guard.

Duronda and Iron Hand glanced at each other, they really didn't know there was such a rule.

"We're here to find your high priest this time, and I have something to give him," Yang Xiu replied with a suppressed voice.

"What is it? High Priest Ramon doesn't just meet outsiders."

"It's the key from the Night Wolf Tribe, I accepted Agde's commission, I believe that if you tell these words to the High Priest, he will be willing to see me," Yang Xiu said lightly.

Some orc guards glanced at Yang Xiu uncertainly, but they still reflexively ran into the woods, probably to find their high priest.

Yang Xiu and the others didn't wait long, and the departing orc ran back again, "High Priest Ramon wants to see him, let them in"

The way the Storm Tribe entered was very peculiar, and a large wooden plank was lowered from the top of the tree, and the only way to reach the top of the tree was to walk on it.

"The Kodo beast will be handed over to us for safekeeping, and you people will go up."

"Click"

Handing over the reins of the Kodo Beast to an orc guard, Yang Xiu stepped on the plank, and immediately the sound of the plank being overwhelmed sounded.

"Isn't this really going to collapse if it goes up?" Yang Xiu asked with some hesitation as he looked at the orc guards beside him.

"We've been gone for years, and we haven't collapsed"

The orc guard's answer was very straightforward, and Yang Xiu was embarrassed to suspect other people's doors anymore, and strode up to the treetops.

The transformation of this forest by the Huanfeng tribe is very considerable, and wooden plank roads and handrails have been built everywhere, and there are many small and fresh wooden houses on both sides of the plank road, which seem to be inhabited by the orcs of the Huanfeng tribe.

"It's been a long time since our tribe has welcomed outsiders after winter," the orc guard who led the way said, looking back.

"How long is it?" Yang Xiu asked, looking at him.

"Since the death of the previous High Priest of Sodolon, the current High Priest of Ramon has kept us from receiving outsiders at the beginning of winter."