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Wald was overjoyed, knowing that not only could he not die, but he would also gain a lot. Although the new patriarch of the orcs in front of him was young, he was very calm, and he had a noble cultivation that was far beyond the reach of other orcs...... He didn't use the wrong word, it was noble.

Three days later, they were walking deep into the gravel wasteland, thirty camels and all their cargo intact, and the only remaining four mercenaries were six strong orcs, and the huge battle axes they carried on their shoulders glowed black, but they were extremely reassuring. Because Baroque promised him that as long as he helped find the ruins of the orc ancestors, he would not only let Wald make a deal with the lizardmen, but also keep him safe and be responsible for sending them out of the gravel wasteland.

Along the way, Wald not only complimented Baroque, but also chatted with Baroque very enthusiastically, and he was surprised to find that he still underestimated this orc patriarch!

The Baroque patriarchs were familiar with the lingua franca of the continent, and even had some simple studies of holy languages (such as Owen) that were only used by magicians and papal seeseeers. He was optimistic and confident, eloquent in his speech, and possessed much more knowledge than the great nobles. He was so proficient in mathematics that he could mentally calculate the most complex accounts that would take half a day to sort out, even for an old businessman like Wald.

The Baroque patriarch was adept at drawing, and only looked at a map of the territory around the gravel wasteland that Wald had very neglected, and asked some questions about the details, and then he himself drew a complete map on a piece of vellum paper, clear and detailed, even the small mountains or oases were extraordinarily vivid, and the locations were marked several times more accurately. Even those royal painters may not be able to do this kind of ability.

Baroque trained his people in an almost brutal way, and the six young men not only had to carry more than 100 pounds of tomahawks, but also carried a bag of salt weighing more than 100 pounds on their backs. Baroque sat on the back of the camel beast and drove the six men in front of him all the way to trot, and if anyone stopped a little, he would be punished and not allowed to eat dinner. Even if the orcs are strong, they can't bear to carry more than 200 pounds of things on their backs and walk for three hours under the scorching sun!

Baroque completely ignored the sweat-soaked and staggering bodies of his people. He even sang on the back of the hunchback!

His song was full of a completely different charm, and Wald had never heard a song of this tone, but it was so good that at least everyone was completely attracted to ...... song!

"In that faraway place...... There's a good girl......

People passed by her tent...... I want to look back and look back......

Her smiling pink face...... Like a red sun......

Her beautiful eyes...... Like a bright moon at night......

I would like to wander in the grassland...... Accompany her to herd the sheep..................

I want to be a lamb...... Follow her......

I would like her to have a thin leather whip...... Keep hitting me gently............"

The Baroque's voice was melodious, low and magnetic, and he sang it several times, and the orcs all hummed along to his melody, and even felt that the tomahawks and salt bags on their backs were not so heavy!

This is an orc worthy of respect............ Wald made a conclusion in his mind, and for the first time he admired an orc.

It wasn't all smooth sailing, and it wasn't just the climate that was bad in the wilderness, but also the dangers that could arise everywhere. In the past three days, the orcs have hacked to death several sand snakes five or six meters long. The giant wolf of the baroque patriarch's war pet, when he was wandering around, even killed a demonic beast saro python and dragged back with a thick snake body more than ten meters long, which was really surprising!

They walked for a few days without danger, because it was the first time they had gone deep into the gravel wasteland, and they lost their way several times, but fortunately, with the help of the map and Rak's wolf's nose, they did not deviate from the direction, and when the camel beasts let out a cheerful roar and sped up their speed, a patch of green finally appeared in the distance.

It was the first oasis encountered along the way, with only a dozen low heath alder trees, and clumps of brown thorns, and in the middle, next to a few sand date trees, there was a small puddle.

For the Frost Wolf, the dry weather was terrible, and Luck had always spent it in thirst all the way, and when he saw this puddle of clear water and incomparably sweet, he rushed over with a long howl and plunged into the water! Baroque hurriedly shouted, "Lac, be careful!"

Before he could say anything, Lark was already in the water. The animal hair on his body is soaked in water, tumbling and rolling to his heart's content, constantly replenishing the missing water. It seemed that there was no danger beside the puddle, and the human servants were about to drive the camel beasts over to drink, when suddenly, Baroque's sharp eyes saw that the soft sand beside the puddle was churning abruptly, as if something was lurking underneath.

"Rak, come back!" Everything in a strange place needs to be treated with vigilance, and Baroque hurriedly summons Lack. As soon as the frost wolf got up from the water, and walked to the shore with some reluctance, a yellow-brown figure suddenly appeared from the soft sand, and quickly attacked Rak against the sand! The beast's instinct reaction was extremely fast, and Luck quickly lay down almost instinctively, and at the same time activated the magic ice blade, and several ice rings appeared around his body and crashed into the yellow-brown figure.

Shockingly, the tawny figure was not cut to pieces after hitting the sturdy and sharp ice blade, but was only knocked out and fell to the sand. Then he got up and made a 'hissing' sound and continued to pounce on Lac in the water, and this time from a different direction, five or six more figures jumped out of the sand. Rak's ice blade magic erupted, grinning and baring his fangs and roaring angrily, as if enraged.

The tawny figure slammed back, but there was always a slip, and one managed to approach Lack's side, its claws clawing at Lack. The Monster Frost Wolf's body was naturally covered with a layer of solid frost, and the claws only scratched away some of the broken ice, which didn't hurt Rak, but it also startled it!

Baroque had seen what kind of creatures those figures were...... Only four or five feet tall, with a head that resembles a snake, a thick tail behind it that takes up almost half the length of its body, walking upright like a human, upper limbs and hands with curved and sharp black claws, covered with sturdy yellow-brown armor, small and protruding pupils, and on both sides of the head, this is the lizardman!

"Rak, come back, don't hurt these lizardmen!" Baroque saw that Lac was showing signs of a complete outburst and hurriedly called on him. Once this guy wields his might, don't freeze all the seven or eight lizardmen in front of him into ice lumps!

A little dumbfounded, but still listening to Baroque, Lark jumped out of the puddle, flicked his tail and ran to the orc. The lizardmen stopped attacking, but just gathered together and looked hostile at the outsiders who had broken into the place!

"We have no ill will, lizardmen. "Baroque gave the task of negotiation to Wald, which was the specialty of the merchants. Wald smiled tentatively at the angry lizardmen.

In the eyes of humans, the lizardmen are an inferior race even more inferior than the orcs, and Wald wonders if these lizardfolk natives can understand the lingua franca of the continent. Fortunately, his worries were unnecessary, and a lizardman with an exceptionally tall body who seemed to be the leader spoke angrily, and his voice always had a 'hissing' sound: "Alien creatures, why are you destroying our water source, are you sent by the White Lizard Clan of the Crescent Oasis to hunt us down, you have already taken our home, why do you want to kill our best people?"

"Don't get me wrong, we're just traders from outside the Gravel Wastes, we're here to trade with the lizardmen, and we're not going to get involved in anything between your tribes. And we don't mean to deliberately destroy your water supply, our companions are just a little reckless excited because they haven't seen water for many days, and we apologize to you!" Wald hastened to explain that merchants are most afraid of being involved in racial fighting, because unless they are profiteers who like to speculate, encountering such things often portends great danger.

He looked at the thirty tall desert camels behind Wald, and the goods on the backs of the camels, as well as the tall and sturdy orcs. The lizardmen had an eager look in their eyes...... It's definitely a huge fortune, but alas, those fierce orcs and the huge, sharp battle axes in their hands are not decorations, and the lizardmen are not idiots and know what to do.

Letting go of their hostility a little, the lizardmen in the lead still asked vigilantly, "What goods do you have with you, what do you want to exchange with us lizardmen, maybe I will have something you want." ”

"Salt, ale, iron pot, cloth...... , and gold coins. We just want aquamarine gold...... Oh no, it's Sand Bottom Black Stone. "They are all lizardmen, and they trade the same with anyone, as long as they can be exchanged for kyanite gold. Wald told the hunchbeasts what was on their backs, and the lizardmen's eyes almost burst into flames. They are very primitive, and they are extremely eager and desperate for these things outside. What is especially ridiculous is that the lizardmen, like dragons, have an indescribable fanaticism for sparkling gold coins, even more so than the more practical iron pots and salt.

The Baroque knew that the so-called sand-bottomed black stone was the raw ore of kyanite gold. It was dug out by the lizardmen from the depths of the quicksand layer of the desert, and the original ore was black and swarthy at all, otherwise the lizardmen, who were fanatical about shiny metal, would not have exchanged with humans, and would have collected them by themselves a long time ago.

"You also want the sand-bottomed black stone?" the lizardman leader asked with a hint of resentment, "Why do you humans out there want this kind of useless black thing?" If it weren't for your almost greedy needs, the oasis we inhabit would not have been overrun by the White Lizard tribe. ”

There is another group of people who are also trading with the lizardmen?Baroque thought: the search for the ancestral ruins should not be known to more people, and if possible, it is better to secretly investigate first.

"We need sand-bottomed black stone, but we will trade with the lizardmen fairly, and we won't provoke the lizardmen tribe to kill each other. Baroque approached and said to the leader of the lizardmen, "What do you know about those who provoked the tribe of white lizards to attack you? ”

The leader of the yellow lizardmen said without hesitation: "That human named Linde and his other companion, Schaumberg, led a group of humans with more camel beasts and goods than you, and went around the wasteland to exchange for sand-bottom black stones. Almost all the tribes of lizardmen were provoked by him, searching for black stones at the bottom of the sand. These black stones were scarce, and almost all of them were collected by him, and then the big tribes began to take away our small tribes, encroaching on our habitats, and digging in our sand in search of them. ”

Hey, it was Linde and Schaumberg Baroque was surprised, when he was stealing horses from the estate outside Delta, Bourman, the butler of the Marquis of Delta, who was captured by the Baroque, once told Baroque not only about Baroque, Delta's plot against Celine, but even all about the rebellion that Duke Linde was about to start in order to survive. So the Baroque immediately thought to himself: Duke Lind and his loyal subordinate Schaumberg had appeared in the depths of the Gravel Wasteland, so it seemed that their rebellion had failed!

Baroque suddenly felt that there seemed to be something very interesting in this!