Baroque is a calm person, but at the moment he seems to be on fire, if he can, he even plans to kill everyone in the Sand Scorpion Mercenary Group directly, and then immediately return to the Gravel Wasteland with his people to study the secrets of shamans and totems!

He found that he had made a big mistake, the totem pole that disappeared and was thrown by himself in the field of Red River Valley was far from as simple as it seemed. He had a faint hunch that the totem pole seemed to be like a mentor of the soul, leading himself to the path of shamanism! Through the totem pole, he came into contact with the first demonic beast, that is, the frost giant wolf Rak!

Today's unintentional move, the soul power actually appeared in brief contact with the souls of the three of Barrotan...... So, is it possible to think of yourself as a totem pole...... With their own guidance, let Barrotan and them also perceive and learn the power of Warcraft?

I was shocked by this whimsical thought, my heart was beating violently, and I frowned and thought about how many possibilities there were.

"Baroque, what are you thinking? Do you have such dreams?" Barrotan asked Baroque suspiciously.

"Oh, no, just wanted to think about shamanism. "Before you have any eyebrows, it is better not to let the people know, lest there be an empty rejoicing. "It's not too early, let's go back! Tomorrow should be the day when the Sand Scorpion Mercenary Regiment will escort the caravan to set off, and we will go and investigate tonight to see if we can get the planned route of their trip." ”

The exhaustion of his body had dissipated, and Barrotan was overjoyed, in awe of the shamanic power of the Baroque, and full of confidence in the future. Follow the Baroque and rush back to the city of Duolun.

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Wald was in his forties, somewhat short and thin, and already bald. Because he is naturally afraid of the cold, he always likes to wear a thick animal skin robe, which looks inconspicuous, but he is a contracted merchant of the Paddington royal family! The so-called signing is to sign a magic contract with the royal family, and then he can obtain a large amount of funds from the royal family, and purchase goods and materials for the royal family in various places.

The Paddington royal family had many contracted merchants, and Wald was just an ordinary commoner, the weakest of the powerful, but he was slick, shrewd, and extremely reputable. That's why I was extremely honored to be favored by the royal family and got a magic contract. In the years of serving the royal family, he has never disappointed his master, and he has made a fortune himself!

Wald was content to live such a life, and his wife and two sons lived in the city of Padya and lived a prosperous life. Although he needs to travel from place to place, he can have a very good income, what else to complain about?

This year's mission has actually been completed, and he originally planned to rush back to Padya for the remaining months, not going anywhere, only staying at home with his wife and children. But a few days ago, he suddenly received a message from the Eagle of the Paddington royal family, giving him a list of items, and asked him to immediately gather a caravan to go to the gravel wastes to purchase from the lizardmen. Although helpless, the reward given by the message in the end was extremely rich, almost equivalent to Wald's income for several years, so he couldn't help but be impressed.

He had just returned from a distant country, and had already disbanded the caravan and let them go home for reunion. This sudden task was unexpected, and no one could be found for a while. In order to complete the task, even if he knew that there were hidden dangers, he still had to pay a high price to recruit temporary personnel nearby and form a caravan. Caravan escort was indispensable, as the place to go was a desolate gravel wasteland, and he was not at all familiar with it. So I need a mercenary group guard who has been to the gravel wasteland, and after exploring in Duolun City for a long time, I finally picked the sand scorpion mercenary group!

A large mercenary group must not be able to afford it, and the medium size of a sand scorpion mercenary group of more than fifty people is just right. After inspecting the strength of the mercenary group, I was very satisfied...... You must know that the army is the place that the vindictive warriors yearn for, unless there is a strong large mercenary group, in fact, there are few single vindictive warriors among the people, and it is already very good to have three vindictive warriors in this mercenary force of fifty people.

After paying the deposit, signing the contract, and making an appointment on the day of departure, the Sand Scorpion Mercenary Group went to prepare. Wald also received a huge sum of three hundred gold coins and thirty desert camel beasts from the City Lord's Mansion with the help of a magic contract. According to the news I found, I learned about the lizardmen's hobbies in the depths of the wasteland, and purchased salt, ale, iron pots and other items, all tied to the back of the camel beast, everything was ready, it was already three days later, and it was the day agreed with the sand scorpion mercenary group.

They were bound to meet outside the city, and Wald led a dozen caravans to drive the desert camel beasts out of Duolun City, and when they walked out of the mile, the sand scorpion mercenary group also arrived.

The climate in the desert is harsh, there are sandstorms that cover the sky and the sun at any time, and there is an extreme drought and lack of water, and the ground is either soft sand or sharp gravel. Except for the indigenous livestock living in the wasteland, the [Desert Hump Beast] is not suitable for horses and other riding beasts at all, so the people of the Sand Scorpion Mercenary Group are all on foot.

The people of the Sand Scorpion Mercenary Regiment were very enthusiastic, and the head of the group, Sava and the deputy head Huda, talked enthusiastically with Wald all the way, and soon became familiar with each other. Wald was shrewd, and he had long seen the oddities of this mercenary group............ It seems that the prestige of the deputy commander Huda is higher than that of the regiment commander Sava, and the mercenaries all listen to Huda, and always respond to Sava's words casually. This made him pay attention, out of the principle of tactfulness, and for the sake of his own safety, he felt that he should first deal with Huda, so as to ensure the smooth progress of the road! Of course, if Wald knew that Huda was thinking that he was playing with his caravan's belongings, he would need to reconsider!

The caravan of nearly 100 men walked towards the west of the Gravel Wasteland, and what they didn't know was that more than ten miles ahead, three orcs and their own people had converged, and after some surprise noise, they mounted their Lando horses and galloped towards the Gravel Wasteland..................

Avoiding human settlements as much as possible along the way, Baroque did not enter the town as he passed through the town of the Red River Valley, and went directly to the field where he and the old man Massimo had cultivated. It took a lot of Baroque sweat to cultivate this field, and I don't know which farmer took it at this time. But Baroque didn't care about this, and he searched around with trepidation, for fear that the totem pole that he had randomly erected here as a scarecrow would be dragged back to chop wood and burned.

Thankfully, the lonely wooden scarecrow was gone, but there was a black piece of wood lying on the side of the path at one end of the ridge, which was the totem pole, which had been used by the new farmer as a stool to rest and sit!

After such a long time of wind and rain, although the pattern of the totem pole has disappeared, it is still dark and hard, and there is no trace of **. Baroque brushes off the dirt, puts the totem pole into the storage ring, returns to the people waiting in the distance, straddles the back of the frost wolf Rak, and leaves with the people!

From the Kingdom of Paddington, there are only three ways to enter the Gravel Wasteland, one is through the towns of Black Sheep and Black Raven, the territories of Baron Monroe, and enter the wasteland through the mountain pass entrance there. The road in the middle was originally blocked by the sand scorpion mercenary group's people who pushed down the rocks. The last one, farther to the south, is the same pass that Baroque and Massimo once walked. In order not to attract the attention of humans, so as not to alarm the sand scorpion mercenary group, they chose the road to the south!

Originally, he planned to accompany Lark back to his home in Terum Forest, but who knew that Lark shook his big head and seemed to have no homesickness at all. Baroque learned from a brief communication with it...... This guy slipped from the [Minegon Forest] on the border of the Samoan Empire in the south to Trym, but in fact, his home is not here, so naturally he will not have any emotions.

The plan to abduct a few of Rak's siblings now seems to have come to naught. Baroque laughed at himself, and had to set out on the journey home with his people with peace of mind!

They were fast, perhaps homesick, and by the afternoon of the next day they had passed through the pass and entered a desolate and monotonous wasteland...... But this barren scenery made the orcs feel an unspeakable emotion. The atmosphere between them became solemn, and they silently rushed to their former home!

The ground on the outskirts of the wasteland was already covered with sharp gravel, and it was difficult for the Lando horses to walk, and the orcs had to walk at this time, but they had to take care of the horses everywhere, which became a burden. But Baroque resisted the suggestion that the tribesmen were going to let the horses go, and insisted on leading the hundreds of horses into the moor. No one knew that in the Baroque's heart, they did not think that the Gravel Wasteland was a suitable habitat for reproduction, it was too barren and too bad! There was a shortage of food, and there were poisonous sand scorpions and ferocious sand lizards and sand snakes everywhere, and more importantly, there were only eighty-seven of them here, and all of them were men, and it was a joke to say that they wanted to rebuild the tribe -- there were no female orcs, could it be that men should be allowed to get pregnant and give birth...... Most of the orcs of those tribes were killed, and the only remaining dozen or so young women were also trafficked to other countries, and it was impossible to find them. So migration is imperative, and those horses are still of great use!

But where to go and how to go, we still need to think about it! Before that, we must first take revenge, and then train our own people to accumulate strength. The Baroque can be regarded as having understood this world, and the continent of Sauron is also a world of the jungle! Natural selection, survival of the fittest, here is the iron law!

In fact, it is Rak who suffers the most, it is a giant wave of frost, which is the most unbearable in this dry and water-deficient environment, and even the magic power in the demon core in the abdomen is suppressed, if it is not for the appeasement of the good brother Baroque, it does not even plan to enter this nasty desert!

There was silence all the way, it seemed that no one had walked here for several years, and on the way, bones were seen one after another...... Those are the remains of the people who were killed here in the past. Baroque recited the requiem incantation in his mouth, led his people to collect the bones silently, took them away, and led the souls of the dead scattered here home............! Baroque said that the men of the orcs no longer shed tears!

After two days of walking, they cautiously approached the abandoned mine, and found that the pit of the new mine that had been mined that day was deserted, and it seemed that Baron Monroe's men had dug up the last bit of brass, and then all left.

Everyone was sent around by the Baroque to search for the remains of the dead, and there was no time to collect them that day, their bodies were scattered around, and they must have been thrown somewhere by humans!

The old orc Ziad slowly approached a small pit, looked at it, and then trembled violently, and the grief that had just been suppressed could no longer be beared, and he cried out in pain...... Clansmen, all here!

Everyone rushed over, and they surrounded the mine, clenching their fists and clenching their teeth tightly!

Baroque roared with red eyes: "Don't hold back, cry............! In an instant, all the orcs fell to their knees, crying loudly―――――― all the clansmen, and the bones of nearly a thousand corpses were thrown messily in this pit!