ps: I want to hear more of your voices, I want to receive more of your suggestions, search for the WeChat public account "qdread" now and pay attention, and give more support to "Beast Apocalypse"! Accidents always happen inadvertently, and the next morning, the little orc Tahir, who had been asleep for a day and a night, finally woke up. Perhaps subconsciously, the little guy got up half-asleep and called "Mommy...... in his mouth. ”

Baroque and Celine were preparing breakfast, neither of them caring. Susan, who was playing next to the orc, heard Tahir's shout, and the word 'mother' was like a thunderbolt roaring in her ears, and the closed mind broke apart completely beyond everyone's expectations. Susan's confused eyes showed despair and grief, and she suddenly screamed miserably, jumped up and knocked over the iron pot on the fire, and ran out of the cave in a frenzy, completely ignoring the snow and cold outside, and ran into the cold wind!

"Ivan...... Ibrahimovic ...... Izzy ...... My child, ......!" said Susan, who cried out in a terrible voice, falling to her knees in the snow. Celine and Baroque stood silently behind her, and there was no way to persuade her. For a mother, no amount of language can get rid of this pain.

"I killed that Hanseasman cavalry and have avenged your children. They...... I've kept the bodies of your children well, if you want to see them one last time...... I'm right here. Baroque said slowly.

"Give it to me. Susan cried hoarsely and hissed to Baroque without looking back.

The storage ring in his hand shook, and three small wooden coffins fell to the ground. Susan pounced on it, carefully stroking the cold wood, but she didn't have the courage to open it to see her dead child. Collapsed in the snow, his eyes blank. After a long time, Susan said in a low voice, "Help me bury them!"

Baroque began to dig a pit on the side. Celine burst into tears, hugged Susan into her arms, and choked up, "My poor sister ......!"

Barrotan: They also came to help. Three earth pits were dug in no time. Putting the three wooden coffins inside, Susan struggled to kiss deeply on the wooden coffin. Tears kept dripping, and I was reluctant to let go. Celine carried her away, and in a heart-rending cry, the orcs buried the wooden coffin.

For three small tombs, Baroque erected a large wooden stake as a tombstone. With a dagger inscribed 'Ivan, Ievee, Tomb of Ichi...... Love your mothers'.

Susan glanced at the tombstone and fell into Celine's arms. She fainted!

There's still something to do, let's talk to Susan when we get back in the evening!Let Celine take good care of Susan, and Baroque asks the orcs about the location of their original tribe. After being driven away, Ussad and his brother wandered the tundra for several days, and when they finally settled on the hill, they could no longer remember the exact location, but could only point to a general eastern direction. Baroque took Barotan and Angare, and the three of them rode on horseback and galloped eastward!

The terrain on the tundra resembles the undulations of the sea, with the occasional few trees or clumps of boreal shrubs standing. Blocking the line of sight everywhere, the distance that can be seen is not far. The snow on the ground could barely reach the horses' hooves, and the three of them scattered. Keep each other at a distance where they can see each other's figures, and trot around looking around.

After searching for more than two hours to no avail, Baroque estimated that it had been more than thirty miles away from the hill where he had settled. Usad and Tahir couldn't walk much in a day's time on the tundra, and based on the time they had been wandering, unless they were in the wrong direction, or the orcs had migrated elsewhere, they should not be far from their tribal settlement.

Baroque's guess was quickly answered, and Angleigh, who was far away on the left, suddenly waved at him and shouted from afar: "Here." I saw their tribe...... Come on......!"

Baroque called out to Barrotan on the far right, and the two of them galloped in the direction of Angre. Ascend a ramp. Following the direction of Angleigh's arm, Baroque's eyes were frozen at the sight. Barrotan couldn't help but gasp.

Seven or eight tattered tents fell to the ground, the few bonfires in the middle had long since been extinguished, and more than a dozen wandering scavenging jackals roamed around the tents. The most shocking thing is the mutilated corpses everywhere...... The bodies were torn apart, none of them intact, and the limbs scattered everywhere could no longer tell how many people had died tragically.

These were the limbs that had been torn and devoured by the beasts, for most of the bodies were bones, and the jackals on the tundra searched for the remaining strands of flesh in the cracks of the bones, and from time to time let out a terrible cry.

Barrotan and Angre had already drawn their tomahawks from their backs, and the dead orcs made them angry, and looked at Baroque: "Patriarch, the tribe has been attacked by wild beasts, and no one has survived, let us slaughter these beasts in front of us!"

Baroque sighed, shook his head, got off his horse, walked to the tribe's location, and said without looking back: "If you want to kill jackals, go kill them, but don't destroy anything in the tribe's settlement." Barrotan and Angley immediately roared, brandished their huge battle axes, and pounced on the startled jackals. Scavengers, who are afraid of the weak by nature, and these two orcs who pounced on them made the jackal instinctively move the danger, and turned around and began to flee.

Baroque walked slowly into the settlement, and Angel and Barrotan couldn't see any clues, but that didn't mean he would be confused. This tribe was not destroyed at all by the attack of wild beasts, but *.

The poorest orc tribes, even if their tribe starved, had to feed their livestock. This is the guarantee that new herds will be bred in the coming year. According to Ussad, when he and his brother left, there were still dozens of sheep and seven or eight horses in the tribe. And there is not a single animal in the tribe in front of me, so can it be said that when the beast attacked, all the livestock magically escaped? The only answer was that they were attacked by other tribesmen, killing people and taking all the livestock. Throwing the corpse here will not be long before the beasts of the tundra are summoned, giving them the illusion that they are being attacked by wild beasts.

Sure enough, Baroque took a turn and quickly confirmed his thoughts, and it seemed that the orc tribe that had sneaked up on it was not having a good time. The hides were all empty, and all the skins or weapons were taken away, and if they didn't have to cover up, the tattered tents and the clothes of the orcs would have to be taken away, right?

A dozen jackals were quickly slaughtered clean by Barrotan and Angleigh. A little bit of resentment. Baroque jumped on his horse and beckoned them both: "Let's go, there are no more living people here." ”

"Baroques. Why don't you bury them?" Barrotan couldn't bear to look at the orc corpse wilderness.

"Someone will deal with it soon, we're new here. It is considered an outsider in the northern tundra, and if it is misunderstood by others, it will add a lot of trouble. Baroque said, but then he frowned. It's really unlucky, as soon as he finished speaking, there was a guy running in the distance on a riding beast. Baroque's eyes were sharp, and he could see that they were covered with silver fur, and they were also orcs of the Frostwolf Clan.

Can't go. If you leave at this time, you will inevitably be regarded as a murderer, and the explanation cannot be explained. Baroque rode on his horse, and with Angre Barrotan he stopped beside the Tribal Misery.

A dozen orcs on horseback soon ran, wrapped in rudimentary but decent leather armor, and armed with a variety of weapons, long swords, stabbing swords, maces, and even thick wooden clubs. The Baroque guessed that these weapons were supposed to be trophies captured from humans, but it was not known how much they paid for them. ...

A dozen orcs fluttered around the Baroque trio, and their leader was an exceptionally strong orc man. In the cold weather, he was bare-armed, wearing only a leather armor and shoulders. What attracted Baroque's attention the most was the mount of this orc man, which was actually a brown giant wolf, and his physique was not far behind that of the frost giant wolf Rak. The brown wolf opened its mouth, bared its sharp teeth, and whined. The mounts of the three Baroque were a little commotional.

Sensing the hostility of the orcs, even though they were all frostwolf clans with the same silver fur, Angel and Barrotan drew their giant axes and blocked the sides of the baroque. His eyes stared coldly at the orcs around him. Unexpectedly, these orcs saw Barrotan with their weapons. One by one, they showed envious and longing looks...... Heavy, rough. Hard, that's the weapon orcs should use.

The leader of the big man carried a heavy sword, looked at the miserable situation in the tribe, and shouted angrily and gloomily: "You did it? Damn, aren't you the orcs of the frostwolf clan, why do you want to poison your fellow people of your clan? Tell me which tribe you come from, swear in the name of the spirit of the ancestors, I will make you pay for your evil deeds!"

"I think you should have misunderstood, it wasn't this small tribe that we destroyed, we just found out, you see, we also killed the jackals roaming here. Baroque explained that in order to integrate into the northern tundra, he tried not to conflict with the indigenous races here.

"Who else would it be if it weren't you? The human Winter Sweep has ended, and all the cavalry has been withdrawn. There are only the [Yellow Sheep Tribe] in the surrounding area for more than a hundred miles, and there are no other orcs, so don't quibble. Tell me which tribe you're from, or I'll make you regret it!"

Baroque suddenly found that the orc leader was a bit arrogant and unreasonable, and this kind of person was very stubborn once he decided on something. Since the explanation was useless, the Baroque shut up............ For orcs, sometimes fists are the last word!

"Dismount, we don't want to hurt the livestock. The great man shouted, and all his men jumped off their horses, drove them aside, and waited for the Baroque to dismount as well.

Baroque beckoned to Barrotan and Anglei: "You two practice with them, remember, try not to hurt them." He had already seen that except for the orc leader, who was slightly stronger and faintly touched the edge of the beast battle qi, the rest of the people were ordinary orcs. It is impossible for orcs to have a human battle array, so the two beast warriors Barrotan and Angray should be able to deal with them.

Jumping off their horses and sticking their tomahawks aside, Anglay and Barrotan rubbed their hands together with some excitement to meet the dozen orcs............ I have never fought with the same clan outside, let's see how powerful the clans in the hometown of the ancestors are!(The novel "Beast Apocalypse" will have more fresh content on the official WeChat platform, and there will be a 100% lottery gift for everyone!Open WeChat now, click on the "+" sign in the upper right corner "Add Friends", search for the official account "qdread" and follow, hurry up!)