Soon, most of the sunset sank into the sea of sand, and the distant sky turned fiery red with its brilliance. The wind did not become more violent, but the scorching breath that mixed in with it was replaced by a cold that made those exposed to it feel cold to the bone.

Hamulo stubbornly stayed at the top of the city, and no matter how much the patrolling guards tried to persuade him, he would not move even a step. The young warrior who had come before had brought the old orc a fur blanket before sunset, but it still couldn't help his weakened body against the cold wind. In order to see Logosh enter the city alive, Hamulo had to crouch down and hide behind the battlements to avoid the wind, occasionally showing his head to observe.

"Great Chief Hamulo. A rugged male voice approached the old orc with the crunch of pieces of iron and heavy footsteps, and Hamuro didn't have to look up to know that it was Nikezulu, the chief of the Fireclaw Clan. "This is the fourth time. I know that your friendship with Logosh is not ordinary, but the other chiefs are also figures with heads and faces, and they can't stand a few tosses. Nike Zulu said, not humble, but not so angry as to anger Hamuro.

"The 'Fire Eater' can't sit on a stool anymore?" the old orc shy away from Nikezulu's idea, instead questioning his city.

"With all due respect, Grand Chief, the Council of Elders doesn't want to watch you delay your cause for your own personal gains. ”

Hamulo frowned, he didn't like the use of the Council of Elders to press him, especially to force him to change his mind. "If you want to talk about my own personal feelings, isn't it my duty that I didn't send the new forces under the chiefs to search and rescue the Shattered Blade Clan?" the old orc did not hide the displeasure in his heart at all, anyway, the position of the Great Chief was not earned by himself, if it wasn't for the fact that the elders of the previous generation would be stalking, he was not willing to waste precious experimental time for the worries between the various clans.

"If you think it is necessary, I am willing to lead my people to Tamir to help the brothers of the Shatterblade Clan, as long as you do not delay the time of the Chieftains' Assembly, Honorable High Chief. Perhaps seeing through Hamulo's thoughts, Nikezulu's attitude softened considerably, and he struck his left chest twice with his right hand to pay the Great Chief the proper courtesy.

The old orc glanced thoughtfully at Nikezulu, and then turned his gaze to the line where the sea of sand meets the sky. "If I had been foolish enough to send you out of the city, the elders of the previous generation would not have forced me onto a chair in the middle of the council chamber. Please go back and tell the chiefs that tomorrow afternoon, still in the council chamber, we will have a meeting of the chiefs. Hamulo said.

Nike Zulu did not obey the orders of the Great Chieftain, untied the belt of his weapon, threw the huge tomahawk by the wall, and sat down next to Hamulo.

"What? Isn't it better for you to help me pass on a message than to freeze to death?"

Nikezulu shook his head, removed the water bladder and poured the liquor on his head, the strong smell of alcohol immediately made Hamulo dizzy. "I really don't understand how the older generation chose a half-orc to be the big chief. Nike Zulu teased Hamulo as he licked the liquor that flowed through the corners of his mouth.

In fact, Hamulo loved the smell of alcohol, and he always had this choking smell in his laboratory, but he never drank alcohol, and he couldn't stand the smell of alcohol mixed with sweat and the stench accumulated from not taking a shower for a long time. He pinched his nose, causing his voice to become yin and yang, and his words were slurred, and he didn't understand a word of Nikezulu.

"Whatever you're talking about, Great Chief, I'm here with you tonight. Zaira said that my snoring is louder than thunder, just enough to prevent you from falling asleep and freezing to death here. If you freeze to death, I'll vote for Logos in the election of the new Great Chief, even though he ......"

Nike Zulu began to talk to himself without hesitation, and Hamulo glanced at him again and smiled reassuringly.