After the Baroque tomahawk cut off Savoy's arm, and the frost wolf Rak bit off one of Huda's legs and dragged him back, the battle was over! The orcs suffered nothing but a few skin wounds! Most of the mercenaries died, and even Misa was hacked to death by the axe after exhausting his fighting spirit, and only a dozen barely survived in the end, but they all collapsed to the ground, either with broken arms or broken legs. When the orcs are crazy, the battle axes in their hands are slashed regardless of the slash, and after the shield array is broken, the mercenaries have no way to resist at all, and it is a great luck to be able to survive! Of course, it may also be unfortunate!

Knowing that the end would not be too good, Huda and Sava even tried to bite their tongues to commit suicide when they were tied up. Zainzu smirked as he put the dagger into their mouths and stirred it up, and the two of them screamed miserably, opened their mouths, and spat out a few pieces of minced flesh and dirty blood from their tongues, before strangulating their mouths with ropes. No one felt cruel to the tribesmen, and compared to the slaughtered people, this was only a very light punishment!

Holding ...... Or rather, dragging the remaining dozen or so living mercenaries, and the rest of the dead were also beheaded and taken away, Baroque led his people back to the temporary settlement. Leave the messy headless corpses on the wasteland, and perhaps overnight, the fresh meat will be devoured by the sand lizards, sandworms and other creatures that have been recruited.

When the Baroque returned to their temporary settlement with their captives, they saw that the camels of the human caravan had been driven back, and Wald and a few mercenaries were chained to a rock like grasshoppers, and let the sun bake overhead. And the tribesmen were rummaging through the pile of goods that had been unloaded from the camel's back. Seeing the Baroque and their return, the old orc Ziad led everyone to meet them!

"Children, are they all back safely?" The old orcs are most concerned about the safety of their clansmen, after all, there are only a few young people left in their entire tribe, and it will be very distressing to lose any of them.

"Grandpa Ziad, with the Baroque leading us, those human mongrels are no match at all. Angley had long forgotten the embarrassment when he was defeated by the mercenary battle array, and his face was full of pride, and he did not forget to pull a rope in his hand. At the other end of the rope, the head and deputy head of the Sand Scorpion Mercenary Regiment were tethered.

The enemies were very red when they saw each other, and all the clansmen gathered around, and their eyes almost spewed fire out of their eyes and looked at Sava and the others, the old orc Ziad couldn't help but burst into tears, trembling his mouth, and stared at Huda: "I can't think of it, when you brutally killed my two sons and their children, did you ever think that you would also fall into the hands of our orcs! Wait, your blood will let the souls of my family rest in peace, and all the slain clansmen will no longer be disturbed, and they can return to the arms of their ancestors quietly!"

Huda closed his eyes numbly, as if he didn't bother to look at the orc in front of him. He already knew that he would die, and in that case, any show of weakness or wagging his tail and begging for mercy would be superfluous, and it would be better to retain a trace of human dignity at the last moment!

Sava had the same idea as him, but the human mercenaries were not in the same mindset. No one wanted to die, and even though they knew that it would have no effect, a few mercenaries were still prostrate on the ground crying bitterly, begging the orcs for forgiveness. The response was to pass out by a kick from an orc...... Damn, why didn't I see you forgive my people when they begged for mercy?..............................

The wasteland is barren, and everything is rudimentary. The orcs could only build a rudimentary altar with captured shields, spears, swords, etc. All the clansmen gathered around the altar, and beside them knelt all the living mercenaries, whose heads had already visited the altar. Temporarily forgotten, Wald and several other caravans huddled under the rocks in the distance, watching in horror as the orcs were about to perform their ritual of honoring the dead...... They already had a hunch that it was going to be bloody.

The old orc Ziad solemnly held an animal skin robe, which was a robe that he and the rest of the old orcs temporarily put together with sand scorpion skin, gerbil skin, and sand snake skin, although it was ugly and ugly, but it had a special meaning at this time!

Baroque stood at the front of the altar, his upper body completely **, took the animal skin robe that represented the symbol of the patriarch, and draped it on his body. The dagger in his right hand was placed on Huda's neck at his feet, and with a slight slash, a stream of bloody arrows shot out. Ignoring the dying convulsions, Huda drenched his hands with the blood of his enemies, smeared them on his forehead and cheeks, and then turned to look at all the clansmen. The succession ceremony of the head of the orc tribe is far from being so simple, today it is mainly for the blood sacrifice of the undead of the clan, so the Baroque simplified the process to the point where it could not be simplified any longer.

The clansmen all bowed down respectfully and saluted the new patriarch. In the future, even Barrotan, who has the best relationship with the Baroque, will have to call him the Baroque patriarch and not call his name arbitrarily, the authority of the patriarch has incomparable weight in the hearts of the orcs!

Unsure if it would help, Baroque erected his bare black wood totem pole next to the altar and began his own shamanic ritual. He chanted incantations to appease the undead, and the people followed his obscure cries, jumping and dancing, the whole scene solemn and mournful, as they called for the return of the wandering undead.

For a long time, in the process of research, Baroque was puzzled by this sacrificial dance of the orcs. How could a few simple kicks, jumps, and arm waving movements communicate with the souls of the ancestors, and then realize the power of the shaman or appease the undead of the clan? With the sacrificial dances of the tribesmen and the chanting of Baroque shamanic incantations, in a state of incomprehension, the Baroque seems to 'see' countless points of light from all directions, returning to the altar. He was shocked to 'see' that those points of light converged into a very faint light and shadow, accompanied by the dancing and shouting of the clansmen, and wandering in the air, they seemed to be very painful and sad, as if something restrained them, so that they could not leave peacefully!

The incantation in Baroque's mouth did not stop chanting, waving his hand at several people. The clansmen, who already knew what to do beforehand, hurried out, each with a tomahawk. He dragged the mercenaries up like dead dogs, and without hesitation cut off their heads, letting the blood stain the altar red.

The blood of the enemy stirred the light and shadow of the souls of the dead, and they flew around the altar, as if they felt the obsession that bound them dissipate. Baroque saw their joy. The lights and shadows began to fly away, towards the sky, towards the earth, in all directions. By the time they left, there were no more regrets......!

The heads of all the enemies were placed on the altar, and the baroque incantation came to an end. When the last word came out of his mouth, just like when he simply sacrificed for his people, the light and shadow left a little essence, and they converged into a little bit and fell into the totem pole. Baroque was shocked to see that on the bare and empty totem pole, a layer of fine lines of light suddenly lit up, and then calmed down. It turns out that those totem patterns never disappeared, but were all hidden in the totem poles!

The sacrifice was over, although the people could not see the visions that the Baroque had seen. But I can feel a sense of relief all over my body. The vengeance has been avenged, the souls of the people rest in peace, and they are truly free!

"Baroque, oh no, Baroque patriarch, we are a brand new tribe now, and you should give it a name. Ziad smiled happily and said to Baroque. There's nothing more joyful than a tribe having a powerful patriarch!

Baroque did not shirk, this was also his right as a patriarch. After thinking about it, his mind suddenly flashed the pale gray fur of the old Hebrewonian wolf, looked at all the people who looked at him, and said, "A long time ago, our ancestors migrated from the northern steppe to the gravel wasteland, where they lived and lived. According to legend, we have the blood of the noblest of the Orc clans, the Frostwolf Clan, in our veins. Although we have no evidence to prove that we are members of the Frostwolf Clan, we still have to name our tribe after the wolf, and from now on, we will be the Frostwolf Clan. And I'm going to be a baroque wolf!"

"I'm Barrotan Wolf. ”

"I'm Angel Wolf"

"I'm Muru Blue Wolf...... Unable to speak, Zainzu thumped his chest hard, indicating that he was "Zainzu Blue Wolf......

The clansmen are calling out their names, and from this day onwards, they will abandon their old tribal names and call themselves by new tribal names. Several old orcs had tears in their eyes with excitement, and they smiled as they watched the young people gather around and cheer. They...... It seems that hope for a new tribe has been seen!

"I ...... I've heard a story that seems to have something to do with your origins. Perhaps it will prove your origins......" Suddenly, a hesitant voice came from a distance, it turned out to be the almost forgotten merchant Wald!

"Oh?" Baroque moved, walked up to Wald, and cut the ropes that bound him. The merchant was slick, and Wald hurriedly bowed in thanks: "Thank you for your kindness, venerable Baroque Blue Wolf Patriarch. You will be a wise patriarch, and your blue wolf tribe will prosper!"

Everyone loves to hear good words, although they know that they are sycophants, but all orcs, including Baroque, are used in their hearts. Of course, don't expect a few words to set Wald free, orcs are rough, but not idiots!

"You know something, say it, maybe I'll spare your life. Baroque said.

"Venerable Baroque Patriarch, I am on the behest of the royal family of Paddington to make a deal with the lizardmen inside the Gravel Wastes. Since I was on my first day in the Wasteland, out of caution as a merchant, I had asked many people who knew the place well, and even looked through some of the accounts of the Gravel Wasteland in the library. In the library of Duolun City, I saw an adventurer's manuscript, which interestingly recorded a ruin in the depths of the wasteland. ”

"Is that the remnants of our orc ancestors?" Ziad suddenly rushed over and grabbed Wald by the shoulder.

Wald nodded hurriedly: "Yes, yes, it is the remains left by the orcs, and it is said that many of the stone carvings there tell the story of the orcs hunting, sacrificing, or nomadism. But according to the adventurer's speculation, there should be a secret hidden there, but he didn't discover it. Maybe you'll find something!"

Ziad turned his head sharply, looked at the Baroque, and said to him excitedly: "Baroque patriarch, it should be right. Legend has it that our ancestors first inhabited the center of the Gravel Wasteland, both to escape from humans and because only in the center of the Gravel Wasteland, there are some oases with abundant water and grass to live in. We should go and see, and even go back to the habitat of our ancestors......!"