"Krétar. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Charkiel called out to the young chief with a serious face, and the latter immediately put away his impatience that was difficult for outsiders to recognize.

Zug was about to step aside, but Ryktar respectfully asked, "Don't care, friend, is there anything I can do to help you?"

"I'd like to share some useful information with you...... If it's convenient for you. ”

"Looks like we're going to have to find a quiet corner and talk slowly. Ryktar said, and sat down on the ground near the edge of the tent, as the wind outside tore at the leather of the tent, and the ice stones beat the tent as if it were about to get in. "So, where do we start? "Ryktar Road.

Zug sat unceremoniously next to Ryktar, unable to clean up the blood stain and rubbing Ryktar's arm. "I'm glad that Logosh has chosen a wise heir for himself. Zug said.

Rektar raised his hand between himself and Zug, motioning for him to be silent. "If it's a compliment, it's ......"

"Isn't it? Savob said that after the fall of Tamir, everyone thought that Thorn Ridge was the best place to stay, and you were the only one who insisted on going to Flint Town. If they hadn't listened to you, they would have been divided between the vultures. ”

Ryktar sighed, knowing that Thorn Ridge had also fallen did give him a lot of psychological comfort. Standing outside the devastated Tamir, Logosh closed his eyes and Savob and the others clamored to take refuge in Thornhorn Ridge, but Ryktar thought that Flint Town was the ideal refuge - although Thorn Ridge was closer to Tamir and Occam, and the city was larger and more armed than Flint Town, Flint Town was deeper into the desert and might be protected from the flames of war. Unfortunately, Ryktar underestimated the importance that the Human Empire took in this war, and the huge number of cavalry not only destroyed Thorn Ridge and Flint Town, but also set foot on more small cities deep in the desert.

"It's just a crooked hit, and the result is not a waste of time and resources. ”

"But you've done me a great favor. Zug said, an intriguing smile on his face. "What are you going to do next?"

"Let's go straight to Occam, though supply is a big problem, and we have to slaughter the few remaining sand lizards as well. ”

"You're going to need a lot of people to carry the tent. Zug teased, untying the water bag from his waist and handing it to Ryktar, "Shakiel said you haven't drunk water in days, you can't drink sand lizard blood all the time, and the old shaman of Thorn Ridge said that this will lead to depravity." ”

Ryktar pushed the water bladder back, moved twice, and lay curled up on the ground, and anyone with a discerning eye could tell that he needed to sleep for a while. Zug didn't bother him, and Savob, who leaned over to make a joke, turned halfway through, and Maghan hid at the other end of the tent with Logosh's son in his arms, lest the crying disturb the unreliable new chieftain.

The blizzard lasted for a day and a night, during which the orcs snuggled up in their tents like hibernating white bears, eating, drinking, and lazing, and the excrement fermented in the airtight space with an indescribable smell. As soon as the melted snow seeped under the tent, Ryktar eagerly tore open the tent door. The corpses piled up around the tent benefited from the low temperatures brought by the blizzard, did not rot and stink, and the disturbing vultures were nowhere to be found. The sun hung high in the sky, and the scorching air made the orcs feel more intimate.

Ryktar breathed heavily, secretly glad it was a blizzard with no dead people.