Werewolf territory, the Golden Horde. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

This is completely different from the medium-sized tribes, there is not only one camp, but in addition to the largest camp in the middle, there is a smaller camp around it in the middle.

There were still some dilapidated tents outside the camp, and out of them were not werewolves, but orcs of other races, and even humans, all of whom were scrawny without exception.

These are the slaves of the werewolf clan, and the value of their existence is to raise cattle and sheep for the werewolves, and the cattle and sheep they have worked so hard to feed do not even belong to them, and they only eat the leftover food and whips of the werewolves.

If you look down from above, you will find bits and pieces of wheat and other crops in the werewolf camp, which are also grown by humans, and their treatment is better than that outside the camp, but not much better.

In one of the corners, there is the largest farmland of the Golden Horde tribe, on which a variety of crops belonging to this season are planted, and even the shadow of herbs, and it is not a slave who plows here, but an old werewolf, whose age is not young at first glance, but judging from its action of digging and hoeing grass, its body is very tough.

Being able to own a field is a symbol of status in the eyes of werewolves, not that fields are rare, although the land of the orc territory is not as fertile as the human territory, it is not too difficult to cultivate some fields, and the most important thing is that there are too few human slaves who can cultivate here, and they have always belonged only to the nobles among the werewolves.

The surrounding werewolves are very curious about the identity of the old werewolf, there is a large field yes, but it has no human slaves to cultivate, it should not be the nobles of the tribe, and the nobles live in the center of the camp, not this kind of remote corner.

But the old werewolf actually knew how to farm, which surprised the other werewolves.

The vast majority of werewolves feel that farming belongs to the work of weak humans, and that great and strong werewolves should go hunting, grazing, and eat the food they grow and go directly to rob humans.

No matter what they thought, they still have a lot of respect for the old werewolf, even because it can farm, and because of the short life span of the werewolf, they have an instinctive respect for the old werewolf.

Picking up the crops in the field, counting the days, the wheat harvest was about to be harvested, but the old werewolf didn't pay much attention to them, but just to pass the time, he squatted beside a few herbs, loosened the soil, and put his hand into the bucket beside it, dipped it in water, and sprinkled a few drops along the top of the herb.

Suddenly showed a panicked look, there seemed to be a yellow spot on the herb, and he quickly touched it, and after confirming it again and again, he showed a happy smile, there were no spots on it at all, just dazzled.

Standing up slowly, the old werewolf rubbed his eyes, which he couldn't see, and laughed in his heart that he was old

If Shaoyang knew what was going on here, he would definitely slander the Holy Domain, and he would still get presbyopia when he got older.

This old werewolf is none other than the werewolf sanctuary in Shaoyan's mouth who lives in seclusion in the Golden Horde tribe, Matthew.

Matthew, who was about to walk into his tent, suddenly stopped, turned to look to the east in confusion, how could there be violent elemental fluctuations in the camp over there, was it a little guy in the clan who broke through?

can cause such a degree of elemental fluctuations, maybe some people have broken through to the eighth level, or even the ninth level, Matthew's already compact wrinkles have shrunk into a ball, but a smile can still be seen from above.

Although the oldest and most recent clansmen are separated by four or five generations, there is no family affection, but after all, they are their own clansmen, and Matthew still has certain care and expectations for the development of the tribe.

No, Matthew's face changed abruptly, although the werewolf's sensitivity to the elements is not high, but as a sanctuary, it can now detect that the fluctuation is not a single element, or that there are several attributes of elemental restlessness.

When Matthew's face changed abruptly, the expression on Shao Yan's face was also very exciting, he knew that these guys around him were all perverts, but there was no need to be perverted to this extent.

All of them are powerful, they are very young, and they are all demonic and martial arts double cultivation, and finally there are three grades older, one is only an eighth-level magic master, but he actually masters the two attribute magic of thunder and space, and the space magic is not as strong as that little ghost, but the thunder magic is more proficient than the ninth-level great magic master he knows.

The other two guys, one with seven levels and one with eight levels, is not one person at level seven and the other person at level eight, but one is a seventh-level warrior with eight levels, and the other is a seventh-level warrior with eight levels of magic.

"Fortunately, there are two other magical strengths that are average. Shao Yan looked at Zhang Fei and Zhou Cang, who were not moving, and comforted themselves, but the next second he opened his mouth wide again, and Zhang Fei smashed into the werewolf camp with a wine gourd condensed by thunder attribute fighting energy.

After scolding another pervert, he looked at Zhou Cang beside him with resentful eyes, "You don't want to make a shot?" After getting Zhou Cang's response that he was only good at melee combat, he could only look back and admire Zhao Yun's masterpiece.

Several huge tornadoes appeared out of thin air, sweeping through the tents, cattle and sheep of the werewolf camp, and many werewolves appeared in the tornado.

Huge vines, spikes of earth, sand as sharp as knives, and lightning flashed endlessly, wreaking havoc in the werewolf camp.

It's just an eastern camp, it's bigger than the two medium-sized tribes that Shaoyang and they have captured, Zhao Yun and the others' attack seems exaggerated, but in fact, it only destroyed a small horn, and the consumption is not small, even if the werewolves don't resist, they won't last long.

"Retreat. Guo Jia didn't know where to come out, and after shouting, Zhao Yun and the others also ended the attack, and without hesitation, they turned around and left quickly.

After they left for several miles, the werewolf's pursuers appeared, but they could not even see the shadow, they could only curse viciously and abuse those unidentified enemies, they had no intention of pursuing, the werewolves were not stupid, and they could know the strength of the enemy from the destruction of the enemy.

There was no pursuit, the werewolves turned back to the camp, there was still a pile of messes waiting for them to clean up, the attacked clansmen could not be saved, and it was still possible to pack up some belongings.

Zhao Yun and the others stopped not far away, their spiritual sense was fully opened, and they felt the movement behind them, no werewolves were chasing, let alone a holy domain chasing after them.

After resting in place for two hours, recovering the mana consumed before, he still did not wait for the desired goal, so he had to set off again and head towards the northern camp.

If the destruction does not lead to the werewolf sanctuary once, then continue to destroy, and I don't believe that the werewolf sanctuary can endure watching their own people persecuted, even if they can't kill many werewolves by attacking like that.

It's not that Zhao Yun and the others are weak in attack, but that werewolves won't huddle together and wait for them to kill.