Thirty orcs, only six simple animal skin tents, except for the patriarch Bata's family, there is another strong clansman, Batu's family, each occupies a tent, and the rest are crowded in the remaining four tents. Baroque couldn't sleep tonight, so he proposed to keep vigil himself, sitting by the campfire in a daze.

Only three years ago, it was a medium tribe of 100 people, and Baroque's father was the patriarch at that time, and the tribe was not as embarrassed as it is now. But when he went out hunting, he encountered the terrifying monster Salo Python in the desert, and almost all the adult orcs of the tribe were killed by the Salo Python, leaving only a group of old people and children, and the tribe was on the verge of collapse overnight.

Fortunately, at that time, Bata took a few people to the human village and town to exchange for food, and escaped. He was the strongest, so he succeeded the patriarch, seven adult orcs, but he had to feed dozens of old and weak, despite his efforts, but in a few years, half of the old orcs and children died of hunger and cold. It wasn't until the Baroque children grew up a little that the tribe improved a little, but there were only thirty people left!

The people were asleep, and there was the sound of footsteps behind them, and Bata suddenly emerged from the tent and sat down beside Baroque.

"Baroque, I heard Baur say about your day. It's too risky, but you're doing well. You are very much like your father, and I think that when you reach adulthood, I will be able to return the responsibility of patriarch to you. "When Baroque's father was alive, Bata was his most loyal brother, and it was a joy to see his children grow up.

Baroque shook his head: "Patriarch Bata, you are the patriarch, I will not ask for your position." And you're doing a great job, there's no reason for me, a frizzy young man, to take on the heavy lifting. ”

Bata laughed and patted Baroque on the shoulder: "Sometimes I feel that you look very much like your father, who would say that you are frizzy? ”

Baroque really didn't want to be the patriarch, after all, this small tribe of thirty people, he really didn't look at it. It's just that seeing Bata's unrefusable look, he had to keep his mouth shut.

The wind rose in the night, and the cold went straight to the neck, and the simple animal skin on the body didn't seem to have much effect, if it weren't for the strong body of the orc, it really couldn't stand it.

The totem pole erected next to the wooden fence begins to emit a faint glow after the silver moon rises. This totem pole is old enough, I used to hear my father say that this totem pole existed when my grandfather was young, and it is said to be hundreds of years old.

On more than one occasion, Baroque had been curious about the mystery of totem poles, but after the fusion of the two souls tonight, this curiosity became even more irrepressible. "Patriarch Bata, why do you say the totem pole glows? Could it really be that the spirit of the totem is protecting us? But who made this totem pole?"

Bata shook his head with the same doubt: "I don't know, this totem pole is a long time ago, even older than our tribe. It is said that a long time ago, there was even a shaman in our tribe, who passed down the sacrifice at that time. Don't look at the fact that there are only thirty of us, but within this radius of three hundred miles, we are the only orc tribe with a totem pole other than the barbarian lizards. The guys outside were as red as rabbits, but it was a pity that their ancestors were not angry and did not leave such a precious relic. ”

It's a pity that although the totem pole emits a glimmer, it is nothing more than that, and there is no further magic to show. Seeing that Bata didn't seem to be sleepy tonight, Baroque started chatting with him

"Patriarch Bata, you have never taken us to other tribes, and we rarely see orcs from other tribes. I don't even know much about the Gravel Wasteland, so tell me about it!"

"We have more than a dozen orc tribes large and small within a radius of three hundred miles, the least of them are a few dozen people, and the barbarian lizard tribe is the largest and strongest, they have more than three hundred people, and they have a shaman. All of our tribes follow the guidance of the shaman, and the shaman maintains the peace of our place. Bata thought for a moment and said, "Speaking of the outside world, in fact, I rarely travel far except to go to human villages and towns in exchange for food. But listening to the drunkards of the human race in the human town, I know a little bit. It is said that the gravel wasteland is very large, thousands of miles in circumference, and we are only on the edge, and the danger is already minimal. I heard that in the depths of the wasteland, terrifying demonic beasts can be seen everywhere, and they are all places that can only be entered by powerful human adventurers. We all have to rush to dodge an ordinary sand snake, but those human adventurers can kill the thickest sand snake with their hands. It's also a good thing that those guys don't look down on our poor place here, otherwise they ....... Bata shook his head, a little frustrated.

"Are those humans powerful?" Baroque felt that he was too lonely to hear, and he had never seen a human in a remote corner, let alone any other race, and even heard it as a legend.

"If you compare strength, two human men are not as good as an orc. However, they were blessed by the gods and were able to cultivate magical powers, which are said to be called 'fighting spirits'. The most ordinary human who cultivates Dou Qi is also more powerful than the most powerful orcs. If it weren't for the fact that the Barbarian Lizard tribe had a shaman who was a little more restrained to humans, you think they would be kind enough to let us exchange fire copper ore for food......?"

Speaking of this, Bata solemnly told Baroque: "Baroque, you have to deal with humans sooner or later, you must remember, don't offend humans unless you have to, they are cunning and ruthless, and orcs are not even as good as their own hunting dogs in their eyes." They are angry and will kill you without any scruples, and we have no power to retaliate. ”

Baroque immediately realized the cruelty of reality and secretly remembered it in his heart, but always felt that it was too far away............ What human would have nothing to do with a little orc in the barren wasteland?

"Patriarch Bata, what is Dou Qi? Have you seen it? Can we orcs cultivate?" quickly diverted his attention, and Baroque was full of interest in 'Dou Qi'.

"I don't know, I've never seen it. Perhaps the Norman shaman of the Lizard tribe would have known that he had been to human cities when he was younger. ”

Patriarch Bata really didn't know much, and after chatting for a long time, Baroque knew this. With a yawn, Bata stood up and walked towards the tent. "I'll go back to sleep, and I'll take your place in the middle of the night. Cheer up, boy, and the next time the Norman shaman gathers all the tribes to discuss things, I'll take you to see and see. ”

Bata is gone, and Baroque looks at the glowing totem pole in a daze. If the humans in this world can cultivate 'Dou Qi', then there will inevitably be magic, and it is reasonable that they are powerful. It's just that I don't know what means the orcs have to save their lives, since the existence of the Norman shaman can make humans restrain a little, then there must be magical powers that belong to the orcs. In any case, be sure to learn.

Baroque was cranky, his eyes fixed on the totem pole, and he gradually became a little sleepy, and his vision began to blur. Suddenly, the shimmer on the totem pole suddenly lit up, and a faint light and shadow quickly swirled around the totem pole and rushed upward, scattering after hitting the skull of the big sand lizard. Baroque rubbed his eyes, thinking he was hallucinating. After a while, another light and shadow appeared, swirling upwards and spreading out under the skull of the great sand lizard. This time, I saw it clearly, it was the light and shadow of a four-limbed animal, like a wolf, running around the totem pole, and finally crashed into the skull of a large sand lizard, scattering into a pile of light and mist.

Baroque's hair trembled, and he was thrilled and shocked by the magic. This totem pole is really not simple, and it contains a big secret. He continued to stare at the running wolf-shaped light and shadow, and saw the wolf running again and again, crashing into it again and again. As if unwilling, the baroque could faintly hear a howl, as if the wolf was roaring.

Subconsciously feeling that the skull of the big sand lizard was in the way, Baroque picked up a wooden stick and knocked off the skull that was placed on top. Sure enough, this time, the wolf-shaped light and shadow were no longer hindered, and after running around, he stepped on the top of the totem pole and rushed towards the sky. With a desolate high-pitched howl, a huge wolf's head appeared, and two glowing eyes stared at Baroque, and then rushed over and crashed into his arms.......

Baroque only felt a cold breath coming, as if he was holding a huge piece of ice in his arms, shivering all over, and then he was horrified to find that he could not move. The totem pole did not stop, and continued to appear in the shape of a wolf, and then rose into the sky, turning into a wolf's head and impacting the baroque. After a few times, Baroque simply fainted..................

"Baroque, baroque, bastard boy dares to fall asleep with you. The angry shouts of the patriarch Bata came to his ears, it was already the second half of the night, he came to take over the Baroque vigil, but found that this kid was lying on the side of the totem pole and fell asleep, and the big sand lizard skull on the totem pole also fell off, and the pillar did not shine, which could not deter the murderous creatures in the night. Bata was a little annoyed, this kid wouldn't usually be so careless. In fact, the wolf's light and shadow have not completely dissipated, but Bata can't see anything......!

Baroque scrambled to his feet, ignoring Bata and staring straight at the totem pole, there was nothing unusual anymore.

If it weren't for the fact that the cold aura on his body hadn't disappeared, he would have thought he was dreaming. Tonight is a little weird, maybe it's too exciting and frightened during the day! Not wanting to explain, he turned around and said apologetically to Bata, "I'm sorry, Patriarch Bata, I accidentally fell asleep!"

After all, it was a child, and it was attacked by a sand snake during the day, so it must have been a little frightened. Bata thought about it and lost his anger, and patted him on the shoulder: "Go back to sleep!"

Nodding, he went back to the tent, huddled with a few children, lay down and closed his eyes! At night, he had a dream of a huge and mighty wolf running across the endless wasteland. He seems to ...... Right next to the wolf, running wild with the wolf, it was like becoming a wolf...... The coat color is snow-white and cold, like a layer of frost ......!