The land is near!

The sailor standing on the mast looked at the horizon in the distance and shouted excitedly, the land was near, and a corner of the land could already be seen extending from the land.

A boiling cheer could be raised, and the sailors who had sailed away, after a long journey, were in the empty and blank sea, and finally saw the kind land, not a reef or a desert island, but a real land, and the smell of the earth of the continent seemed to be particularly sweet to the sailors.

It's exciting, but it's just the beginning for Corleone, a land where treacherous challenges await him, and the dangers that lurk are daunting.

Upon arriving on the land of the Western Wilderness, Corleone began to direct his men to set up camp, an empty plain, and standing on a watchtower, any beast or human could see the whereabouts of any beast or man, and it was good to avoid the danger that could come at any time

So Corleone decided to set up camp here.

The vast fleet docked at the harbor, filled with the aromatic scent of spices, naturally attracts many wild beasts.

The Empire contemptuously referred to the orcs of the western wilderness as beasts.

"Be careful, don't be negligent. ”

After ordering his deputy, Corleone hid in his tent and began to study the map of the Wild West.

The map was left behind by Muto, and it was sloppy enough to scoff at from the perspective of a professional cartographer, but it was still very important for Corleone, who was new to the city.

Corleone lay on the bed tiredly after studying the map, sighing tiredly, he had always been pampered and could not adapt to the rough seas on the sea, this tiring journey.

"I just have to be patient, and naturally there will be wild beasts smelling the fragrance and looking for me. ”

Then close your eyes gently.

The vast fleet laden with cargo was like cheese that beckoned flies, attracting the carrion of vultures, and soon the tribes of the western wilderness discovered the humans.

These orcs had never seen a human being, but the word of mouth of their ancestors had taught them what it was like to be human, driving their ancestors out of the fertile continent and driving them to the enemies of this wild continent.

The orcs were both hostile and fearful of humans, and in word of mouth they knew how powerful their ancestors were, and that they were proud and admired by their descendants, but that such powerful ancestors were driven out of the fertile continent by humans, and that they had to fight against the mighty beasts and get food from their mouths.

A clan known as the Bloody Hand was the first to discover Corleone's fleet.

The hunting party of the BloodHand Clan chased their prey to the shore, and unexpectedly discovered Corleone's fleet, and they were shocked by the unexpected discovery, although they had never seen humans, but from the oral accounts of their ancestors, humans were so ugly.

"Oh my God! they're ugly!"

One of the orcs was shocked to say that he couldn't imagine that there was such an ugly creature in the world, with too thin hair and white skin, like a monkey with its fur peeled.

The leader thought for a while, then said to his subordinates, "You keep an eye on these humans from here, don't expose yourself, I'll go back and report this to the chief." ”

Tatar Bloodhand, the chief of the BloodHand Clan, is a very brutal orc who leads this medium-sized clan of 10,000 people, and is a very brutal orc.

When Tatar Bloody saw the hunting party return empty-handed, he was very angry at first, and was about to punish the captain of the hunting team, but the captain of the hunting team hurriedly told Tatar what he had just seen.

"Huge ships have taken over the sea, and thousands of humans have set up camp along the coast, constantly carrying goods down from the ships. ”

Anger, shock, bewilderment, and sudden ecstasy.

Tatar exclaimed, "There are many things?"

The captain of the hunting team swallowed, "There is the smell of barbecue." The boat has a deep draft, and it should be carrying a lot of things. ”

The sudden docking of a human fleet on the shore of the Western Wilderness is extraordinary.

"Did you get shipwrecked?"

Tatar muttered to himself.

It is a gift from the sea, sheltered from the ancestors.

"It must be like this, they just got into a shipwreck so they docked temporarily. ”

Tatar believed.

In fact, Tatar had never been to sea, the orcs were too backward in their seamanship, and the ships might not be able to withstand the ravages of a storm when they sailed, and they would immediately die in the belly of the fish, and he did not know what was on the other side of the sea, and the human trade routes would not pass through the western wilderness at all.

Tatar believed what he wanted to believe, and he was so excited that he rubbed back and forth with his sharp fangs.

Tatar had been puzzled for a long time, he had always wanted to expand the clan, but the expansion of the clan was difficult to expand due to the lack of food, and the productivity of the clan could not bear the larger population.

In the face of adversity, the Tatar believed that the shipwrecked ship was a gift from the sea, sheltered by their ancestors.

"Lead the way. ”

Tatar rode a mount called a tyrannosaurus and galloped towards the coast.

Tyrannosaurus is one of the beasts of the western wilderness, the personality is very irritable, the owner of strong legs, sharp front claws and teeth as sharp as steel, is very suitable for the master to fight the mount, but the tyrannosaurus character is very obedient, only the strong can ride him, if the rider is too weak I am afraid he will be torn apart.

Tatar's Tyrannosaurus was a black tyrannosaurus rex, five years old and a teenager, but it was already comparable to an adult Tyrannosaurus rex or even a few points older.

Tatar named it Chewing Mouth because this Tyrannosaurus rex liked to bite the throats of its enemies and tear it off whole. In the entire BloodHand Clan, only the Tatars could ride the Chew Mouth, and any other orc who dared to ride it had their throats cut off by the Chew Mouth.

Guided by the hunting party, Tatar crouched on the ground and stared at the human camp on the shore.

"They're building walls. ”

Although it is very simple for the time being, it has begun to form an outline, but it is indeed a wall.

"Hmph, these cowards. ”

Tatar sneered and confirmed with his own eyes.

"Is that wine?"

The sailors sipped rum as they worked.

"Exactly. Tatar said enviously, "How can these weak humans deserve to drink such good wine?" ”

The western wilderness produced so little grain that even chieftains like Tatar often had difficulty drinking alcohol, and only drank it a few times during festivals.

Food, weapons, cloth, etc., which Tatar's eyes saw were what he lacked, and what he did not see was on the ship, and it was indeed a huge fleet, full of goods.

"Humans are so skinny, look at me, tomorrow I'm going to move them all into the clan tent. ”

Humans are too thin compared to the blue-faced and fanged orcs, the average height of the Imperial is no more than 170, while the orcs are two meters tall, and their bodies are much more burly and powerful, and their tense muscles are clearly visible in the sun.

Tatar was both happy and annoyed at the fact that his ancestors had been defeated by these weak humans.