The old vulture perched on the branch, its long neck poking its head to look at Iron Hand and the others who were walking towards the vulture tribe. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The vulture tribe is so named because there are so many vultures in the area where this tribe is located, and the orcs of this tribe will feed the carcasses to these vultures.

"Quack"

Looking at so many vultures, Iron Hand is inexplicably a little strange, it is difficult to see so many flocks of birds in the wasteland, just because such a group needs too much food, and it is easy to starve to death if you live in one place all the time.

"Do you know what tribe this is?" Iron Hand asked, looking around.

"I don't know, I've never been here" The orcs all shook their heads, this area is very remote at the moment, and it is normal that they have not been here.

The guards of the vulture tribe are very scarce, there are only two guards at the gate of a medium tribe, and the Iron Hand does not know that most of the people in this tribe have gone out to become wasteland bandits.

"Hey, friend, do you know where the West is?" Iron Hand asked, walking over to an orc.

There's prey on the door!

The orc guard had such a thought in his heart, and quickly put on a friendly smile and said, "I don't know, but you can go into my tribe and ask the chief."

Iron Hand and his party had no choice but to walk into the vultures, because of the atmosphere of this tribe, the buildings on the streets were very dilapidated, and some damaged places could not be repaired, so they had to be left there to rot, and the atmosphere of the whole tribe was very dead, and only a few native orcs could be seen.

Soon Iron Hand and his party were entertained, and an old orc in tattered robes greeted them.

"Hello, this is the Vulture Tribe"

Iron Hand greeted him cordially: "This is really a nice local friend, I want to ask your chief about something"

"Chief...... It's a misfortune that our chief is out on business, but you can go to the Sark priest."

"Thanks, where is the Sax priest?" Iron Hand asked.

"He's in a bit of a remote location, let me take you there," the old orc enthusiastically led the way.

"The orcs of this tribe are so enthusiastic," Iron Hand couldn't help but say to the orcs beside him, but he didn't know what a vicious heart was hidden under the enthusiastic appearance of the old orc, and was leading them into a den of bandits from which they could never recover.

The distribution of houses in the vulture tribe is very chaotic, there is no special design at all, there are open sewers and discarded garbage everywhere, the old orc and the iron hand and his party walked into a dense alley area, and suddenly a foul smell hit, and everyone involuntarily covered their noses.

"Why do your priests live in such a place?" asked Iron Hand, puzzled.

"Uh...... Well, well, the priest of Sax has always been like this, and I don't know," replied the old orc.

"What a strange orc," Iron Hand did not feel alert, and when the group reached a large wooden house, the old orc coughed loudly and tapped the door of the wooden house three times with the knuckle of his index finger.

"The Sax priest lives here, I still have something to do, you can go find him yourself" The old orc suddenly seemed to change his face, and said to the iron hand in a cold tone, turning around and leaving the place, leaving a group of orcs with stunned expressions.

"Iron Hand, this guy has changed his face too quickly."

"Forget it, it's a weirdo, let's go ask first" Iron Hand shook his head, pushed the door open and walked into the wooden room.

Then I saw that the wooden house was empty and disorganized, and some of the furniture was covered with dust.

Everyone followed Tieshou in, and at this moment, the wooden door closed with a "poof", and dozens of orcs ran out from behind the goods stacked in the wooden room, holding cans of green potions in their hands, and threw them at Tieshou and the others without saying anything.

The iron hand who couldn't react was immediately doused with the green potion, and the muscles on his body instantly became paralyzed, and he fell to the ground uncontrollably.

"Hehe, I've caught another group of fat sheep" One of the orcs, who was suspected to be the leader, walked out and looked at Iron Hand and the others with a thief on his face.

"It's a trick!" Iron Hand suddenly realized that he and the others had been ambushed.

"Boss, what to do with this group of people?"

"Do you want me to teach you? You go and see if they have anything of value on them, and then throw them in prison."

"Yes!"

A few orcs walked over and put on something similar to a leather glove without saying a word, and groped around Iron Hand and the others.

"Eh! it's an iron weapon!" the orc saw the gauntlet on Iron Hand's right arm, and he took it off Iron Hand's arm like a robber.

"Haha, it turned out to be a cripple" The orc teasingly slapped the broken arm of the iron hand, and hurriedly beckoned his companion next to him and smiled: "Come and see, there is a one-armed here"

Iron Hand was paralyzed by the potion, and he couldn't even move his tongue, otherwise he would have to punch the orc and give him a taste of a broken arm.

Soon all the valuables on them were stolen, and the orcs carried the iron hand who had fallen to the ground and walked towards the depths of the wooden house, where there was a passage with a fenced iron gate.

The orcs of the vulture tribe pulled the iron door open and dragged them inside, and inside the passage, there were tightly built cells, each with a heavy stone door.

The Iron Hand group was scattered into several cells, and then the orcs of the Vulture tribe left the passage.

"Shhh...... "Iron Hand could only gasp weakly to express the anger in his heart, and there was still a person in the cell where Iron Hand was closed, and this person sat motionless in the corner of the cell, and he did not make a sound when Iron Hand came in, like a stone.

After about half an hour, the effects of the potion began to wear off, and the paralyzing feeling that made people unable to move faded a lot.

Iron Hand stood up with one arm, the effect of the green potion was so powerful that even though Iron Hand was able to stand up now, there were still one or two twitches from his body from time to time, as if he had been electrocuted.

"Sit down and rest, you'll be back to normal in an hour," the figure in the corner suddenly said.

"That's how you were caught?" Iron Hand walked to the stone door and pushed it tentatively, but suddenly there was a pinprick like a stinging sensation in the muscles of his arm, and he suddenly lost his footsteps and staggered to the ground.

"Don't struggle, the more you exercise now, the more pain will be"

"I must get out," Iron Hand said, looking at the man.

"Everyone wants to escape, but this is the tightest prison of the vulture tribe, no one has escaped, and I had the same idea as you when I first came here."

"How long have you been locked up here?" Iron Hand asked.

The man fell into deep thought, and after a long time, he hesitated and said, "Probably...... It's been a month or two."

"Why do the orcs of this tribe do this, and what good is it for them to catch people?"

"The Vulture Tribe is an outlier, they don't value life at all, this tribe robs all passers-by, they play the role of the wasteland bandits most often, and more interestingly...... The tribe had killed their only orc priest," the man in the corner said slowly, seemingly well versed in the vulture tribe.

"They also killed the priests!" Iron Hand said in shock, his face incredulous, knowing that the orcs had great respect for the orc priests.

"This tribe has rotted to the extreme, they are like rotten maggots in the quagmire, you should save some effort now, the guys who guard here give food according to their mood, if they are in a bad mood, they will probably not be able to eat for several days"

"There are still tribes like this in the wasteland...... If only I could get in touch with the chief, he would have been able to get us out easily," Iron Hand muttered to himself softly, but he didn't expect it to be heard by that man.

"Your chief, you seem to trust him, can you tell me what kind of man he is?"

"He's a very strong man, and I haven't seen anyone beat him until now"

"Oh, there are people like this in the wasteland," the fellow said with interest.