Baroque was awakened by the nightmare, his silver-gray hair soaked in cold sweat, and he rolled over and stood up. He was standing on a hill, not far from the mine, and the miserable scene made his eyes go black, and he fell to the ground. If it weren't for the old man behind him catching it in time, it would have rolled down the hill.

"No...... No...... No, my people, my home, why ......" Baroque screamed so violently that he rolled down the hill and crawled down the hill, the corpses everywhere making him tremble, his lips trembling, and he could only let out an unconscious roar.

He saw a familiar figure, his own people were dead!, the taciturn Batu, his head rolling on the other side of his body. The Bata patriarch was bruised and bruised, and he died with the leader of the Barbarian Lizard tribe, Moraga, with a hideous hole in their hearts, and their eyes were wide open, and their faces were full of despair, and they did not blink to death!

The patriarchs he had just known for a short time were found one by one and all of them were killed. The corpses of the orcs were almost incomplete, and many of them were even naked, panicking in their sleep and being killed. The earthy totem pole had broken, and the Norman shaman had a terrible wound on his body that almost split his body in half, and he had a smile on his face, a sad smile, a desperate smile!

Baroque pounced on a figure in the distance, it was Baur, and he was pleasantly surprised to find that Baur was not dead. Turning over slightly, his face instantly darkened, Baur's stomach was opened by a sharp weapon, and his intestines were broken and scattered, and he didn't live long.

Baur suddenly returned to the light, opened his eyes, and saw a face blurred by sand and tears: "Baroque...... You...... Can...... It's ugly, this time...... Without me...... Pretty...... Finish....... ”

"Don't say it, Baur, don't say it, you're the most handsome orc, and the women of the clan are all fascinated by you....... ”

"Hey...... You're finally willing to tell the truth...... I'll just say...... Well...... I'm the most handsome...... No, I'm going to die...... You're the best-looking orc......!"

"It's going to be fine, it's going to be fine...... Baroque couldn't cry!"Everything is going to be fine......!"

"Barrotan...... What about that coward...... Are you dead......

"I didn't find him, he may have been captured by humans. ”

"Baroque ...... I'm going to die, you have to live well...... Rescue Barrotan in the future...... That one...... The ......" Baur breathed heavily: "...... That kid is too stupid...... He's going to be bullied by humans......!"

"I will, I will, I will find all the captured clansmen, I swear, swear by the blood of the beasts......" Baroque bit his lip and blood flowed out: "I will kill all those bastards, their heads will be placed on the graves of the clansmen, and I will let them suffer the most vicious pain and die......!"

"That'...... Just ...... I believe you...... But...... Be sure to protect your ...... Myself...... ...... yourself!" Baur's voice gradually lowered, and his head hung limply to the side, he, dead!

"Roar...... Roar...... Roar ......!" Baroque roared like a wounded beast, like a hungry wolf, and clung to Baur's body and cried!

The old man Massimo shook his head and sighed, this child has suffered too much, if he doesn't vent, there will be problems, let him cry!

Baroque fainted twice from crying, and when he awoke again, his expression was much calmer. He silently stood up and looked at Massimo: "Norman Shaman said that you are trustworthy, although my enemies are humans, I will not be angry with others. Venerable Massimo, what should I do next?"

"Son, word of what is happening here will soon spread, perhaps Baron Monroe has already brought someone here. His wrath will be made by your concealment of the new mines, and there is no place for you in the gravel wasteland. Come with me, although there will be some grievances, you will not be able to survive alone until you grow up. I will keep my promise to my old friend and I will protect you. ”

"I listen to you, Lord Massimo...... I guess my identity can only be your slave. Baroque said indifferently, much to Massimo's surprise.

"It's just a title, for outsiders to see, I will treat you as my child, when no one is around, you call me grandpa...... If you will!"

"Yes, Grandpa Massimo, before we leave, let me do something for my people!"

With so many clansmen and hundreds of corpses, it is obviously too late to bury them all, and even if they are burned on the spot, there is not enough firewood. There is another way for the orcs to be buried, the celestial burial! Let them stay here and bury themselves in the belly of the ubiquitous beast!

Baroque found his totem pole, his expression was solemn, he chanted the prayer of the orcs, and danced the totem dance! Communicate with the spirit of nature and let the soul rest in peace! Worship the soul of the ancestors to pick up the children who followed! He had just learned from the Norman shaman, and his movements were still very rusty, but he tried to do it seriously.

The air around seemed to condense, and under the scorching midday sun, a cool breeze blew, and even frost and mist appeared. Massimo was a junior fighting warrior who could feel the elements in the air coming alive, especially the water elemental, and he was amazed by the orc child's totemic dance.

Baroque was immersed in grief, and did not notice that the dead people were as if a little light floated up, gathered on the totem pole, and melted into the wolf-shaped light and shadow that had already appeared. It was the remnants of the essence soul power of the clansmen, and they seemed to feel that Baroque was praying for them, sending out their little bit of strength, blessing him, and letting him carry on the inheritance of the tribe!

At the end of the sacrifice, Baroque silently turned around, picked up the totem pole, followed Massimo, and left without looking back.................. Not long after they left, a cavalry squad of more than a dozen people appeared at the edge of the mine, those more than ten people were covered in steel armor and armed with wide broadswords, all of them were powerful junior fighting warriors, but they were still cavalry, not at all comparable to those broken merce..................naries!

Not all of the people were killed, and at least half of them were taken captive. The Baroque followed the traces left by the mercenaries and chased after them, and they may not be able to save their tribesmen for the time being, but they must first know where they will be trafficked and ...... in the future There's always a chance to find it back!

Massimo did not advise Baroque, although he knew in his heart the murderous mercenaries were in a bad way. I'm afraid they've already contacted the buyer long before they entered the wasteland, and it's certainly not just one. As long as the captive orcs leave the wasteland, they will be quickly divided and sold, and then scattered, and it will be difficult for even a powerful human nobleman to find all the orcs sold in all directions.

Baroque chased for a day and a night, carrying the heavy totem pole as if unconscious, wheezing in his mouth, his eyes just staring at the road ahead, hoping to see the figure of the clansman in the next moment.

In order to avoid the direction of Crowtown, the mercenaries deliberately spared a big bend and headed east. Exit the wilderness from a mountain pass to the east. The road was much more rugged and difficult to walk, and it was a road of blood and tears for the orcs, and the Baroque had seen dozens of corpses of their tribesmen along the way. Most of them were covered in bruises, but the fatal wounds were on the heart and neck. ...... dragged down the burden of the itinerary and was killed by the mercenaries without mercy!

Seeing too much death, Baroque was numb, and he repeatedly warned himself not to be angry, which would not help, and then he became more and more calm. When he walked to the mountain pass on the edge of the wasteland and saw that it was blocked by stones rolling down from the mountains on both sides, and there was no way to chase it, his emotions did not even fluctuate in the slightest!

Fierce and cunning mercenaries, they would not have thought that there was an orc chasing behind them, perhaps the original intention was just to block the road and block the pursuers that Baron Monroe might send. This also completely blocked the hope of the Baroque, and the road to find the clan was extremely long......!

"My last hope is gone, Grandpa Massimo, where are we going to leave the wasteland?" Baroque looked calm and terrifying, and he swore that until he avenged his people, he would shed only blood, and never shed a single tear again!

"Crow Town can't go back, there's nothing nostalgic there, let's continue east! More than a hundred miles to the east, there is another mountain pass exit, from where we leave the gravel wasteland. Massimo carried the heavy totem pole for Baroque, and he knew how important this wooden pillar was to the orcs. If it weren't for the fact that Baroque was on the verge of collapse, it wouldn't have let outsiders ...... Especially when humans touch the sacred totem pole.

An old man, an orc boy, walked forward in silence. Baroque walked for two days from the eastern passes out of the gravel moor, during which time Baroque did not say a word.

Entering the territory of the Terrans, Massimo always looked for a remote road to avoid attracting attention, and after walking for many days, he finally reached his destination, and a small peaceful and beautiful castle appeared in front of him! Around the castle, and along the river, which is not very wide, there is a field of houses that are lower than the castle, and three streets open up to form a town under the city, and at this time people come and go, bustling, very lively. For the countryside, at least, this small town represents prosperity and affluence.

"We're home, Red River Valley, how long haven't we been back......" Massimo sighed, as if reminiscing about the past: "This is my hometown, and there is still a house of mine in the town, but I don't know if it has already collapsed after not coming back for so long." But it doesn't matter, just pour it and re-cover. Baroque...... Let's go!"

"Yes, Lord Massimo. Baroque carried the totem pole that had been wrapped, and duly changed the title.

Massimo shook his head, this orc boy is very smart, completely different from a rude orc, but unfortunately, if he is a human, it would not be bad to really treat him as a grandson........................