The Northern Wilderness Plain is vast, with wild beasts rampant and demonic beasts everywhere. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the legend of I don't know how many years ago, the Northern Wilderness Plain was originally a mountain range, but a catastrophe that fell from the sky flattened the vast mountains like the continent, and this led to the famous Northern Wilderness Plain.

For as long as humans have written records, the Northern Wilderness Plain has been the territory of the orcs, who have established tribes, hunted wild beasts, and multiplied here...... This vast grassland is the home of the orc race, the base of the orc race.

It is also the capital that they have been able to invade human territory for thousands of years.

Orcs can invade human territory because they can use war to consume the growing population and plunder food, supplies, equipment, and armor. However, the demand for the Northern Wilderness Plain is extremely low.

There is almost nothing here except hordes of beasts, dangerous monsters, and murderous orcs.

The Iron Horn tribe is a medium-sized tribe of the orc tribe, the Minotaur tribe, with a population of about 6,000, and the number of adult warriors has always been maintained at about 4,000, excluding the old and weak and the female Minotaur who are responsible for childbirth.

In some small and medium-sized tribes, the number of females is smaller, firstly, because the fertility of the orc race is extremely strong, even more terrible than the reproductive ability of the human race, so it does not need too many women to maintain the reproduction of the tribal offspring. Second, there is a custom among the orcs to pay tribute to stronger tribes, and women are one of the indispensable tributes.

The weaker tribes paid tribute to the middle tribes, and the middle tribes paid tribute to the larger tribes...... As for the larger tribes, tribute is paid to the stronger tribes.

In a vast plain with red clay hills in the background, a fence made of thick tree trunks enclosed a territory, which was the home of the Iron Horn tribe.

The Iron Horn tribe has a population of 6,000 people, but not all of them live in the enclosure, because the orc tribes, who value battle and courage, appreciate brave warriors more. Therefore, except for the warriors stationed to protect the tribe, the vast majority of warriors prefer to go out hunting.

When you are sleepy, lie on the spot.

Hungry, hunt wild beasts.

The orc tribes do not have a high need for survival, they do not advocate extravagant enjoyment like humans, nor do they worship art and nature like elves, nor do they drink as much as dwarves.

As long as there is food, even if it is a barbecue without any seasonings, it is enough to make an orc warrior have a satisfying meal.

In fact, after each warrior went out hunting, he would come back every few days and bring back more food to hand over to the tribe to feed the children and women who had not yet grown up.

"Gordon, you're back?"

At the gate of the tribe, more than a dozen minotaur warriors standing with weapons in their hands stood solemnly, looking at their fellow clansmen who had returned from going out with a happy look.

Minotaurs, their biggest feature is that their feet are bull's hooves, and their necks are crowned with a huge bull's head, which looks strong and honest, from a human point of view, every minotaur looks the same, if you want to distinguish them, I am afraid you can only judge from their height, body shape, decoration, hair color length, and even scars on their bodies.

Looks?

It's all the same anyway.

Of course, this principle can be used not only in the Iron Horn Tribe, but also in other Minotaur tribes, even the Werewolf Tribe, the Bear Tribe, the Lion Tribe, the Ape Tribe, and so on.

"Gordon, how's it going, is there a catch?" a minotaur warrior carried a heavy battle axe made of white bone on his shoulder, his head swaying slightly, and a pair of pitch-black, thick horns were extremely conspicuous.

The minotaur known as Gordon walked to the door of the tribe, shook his head, a pair of bull's eyes flashed a look of disappointment, and said in a dull voice: "There is no harvest, when the storm rose this year, those guys were very cunning, and we didn't catch them." ”

"However, we picked up a human this time!" Gordon said suddenly, as the guards were disappointed.

The eyes of the minotaur warriors guarding the gate of the tribe lit up: "Human, male or female...... Adult or child?"

"Male adults, and good strength, we picked it up in Storm Valley. I don't know how a human could end up in that place. ”

"Maybe it's a mercenary among the humans, maybe a mercenary who got separated from the caravan......"

"How is it possible, the human caravan only passed here last month, and the tribe did not see other caravans passing by, how could this human come here with the caravan?"

"That's the Ranger who came by himself?"

A group of minotaurs began to speculate.

A minotaur standing behind Gordon stepped forward and said with some excitement: "Look, this is the human that Gordon picked up, and he was still wearing armor at the time." ”

Armor!

The minotaurs present all exuded a look of surprise.

The minotaur who spoke pulled from behind his waist, took out a set of heavy plate armor that was somewhat deformed, and said, "Look at the armor of the humans...... It's just a little small. There was a hint of regret in his voice.

"Melt it and forge it into a weapon!"

"Don't even speak, this human was picked up by Gordon, so it's Gordon's trophy! Both humans and armor are the same!" said another minotaur who had returned with Gordon.

Gordon looked up and laughed: "Is there any difference between mine and the tribe's? The armor was handed over to the tribe and melted, see what kind of weapon it was forged, as for this human ...... The next time the caravan comes, sell it to them as slaves, and if the caravan doesn't want it, sell it to other tribes, at least in exchange for two iron weapons. ”

"Something heavier, don't let the cunning human merchant fool you...... Last time, the Blood Cow Tribe used two hundred catties of complete animal skins to exchange weapons with the caravan, saying that they would exchange ten weapons, but they were given ten human swords...... Damn humans!"

"What? A human sword, can that kind of thing be called a weapon? It's almost the same for picking teeth!"

"We can't be as stupid as the guys of the Blood Cow Tribe, we of the Iron Horn Tribe must explain clearly to the human caravan, and the weapons must be enough. ”

"That's right, if you want the battle axes they forged, the dwarves will forget it...... Human forging is also very good, but the weight must be enough, and a tomahawk needs to weigh at least 150 catties. ”

"I'll leave the 150 pounds to you, mine needs 200 pounds to ......"

"Or give a shield, you need a 2-meter-high heavy shield, forged of pure iron, it's better to have as thick as my shoulders, you can't ask for it wrapped in wood, it's too light!"

"Hammer ......"

"And fine salt and seasoning......

Gordon waved his hand and stood with his head held high: "Everyone will have what they want!"

Ronald was on the shoulders of a minotaur, his hands and feet were bound by tough animal tendons, and he looked at the scene in front of him with some blankness.

Minotaur ...... Orc ...... Northern Wilderness Plain......

How could he be in such a place?

Ronald remembered that within the territory of mankind, there were only two countries bordering the Northern Wilderness Plains, one was the Kingdom of Byron and the other was the Kingdom of Tracy!

The strength of these two kingdoms is extremely strong among human beings, and neither the economy, military strength, nor territorial scope can be compared to the remote and small countries of Lomons.

The most important thing is that the road from the Duchy of Lomons to the Northern Wilderness Plain is long, and there are at least seven or eight principalities and kingdoms separated by the territories, even if you go in a straight line, you have to cross half a continent.

And there is only one possibility to send Ronald from the Valentine Mountains of the Duchy of Lomons directly into the territory of the Orc Race in the Northern Wilderness Plains.

"Teleportation Magic Array ......"

Ronald closed his eyes and sighed.

He had imagined many uses for that magic array, but he didn't expect it to be a teleportation magic array, and he didn't expect that the power of this magic array was so powerful that it could send him here across half a continent.

"I really didn't expect these orcs to speak a lingua franca, but I've heard that the orcs are stupid, and I didn't expect it to be so stupid. Two hundred catties of intact animal skins were only exchanged for ten long swords?"

"I've only heard of animal skins on the sale of zhang, and it's the first time I've heard of the ...... on catties."

"No wonder the Kingdom of Byron and the Kingdom of Tracy are notoriously rich, and with such a simple neighbor, I am afraid that they can make a fortune by doing a little smuggling business casually. ”

"However, the orcs are also known for their fierceness and warlikeness, and I am afraid that the annual military expenditure of these two kingdoms is also an astronomical amount. ”

Ronald was lying on the Minotaur's shoulder, his broken ribs aching, but he felt much better than the initial pain.

"Luka, come and lock this man up, feed him a piece of meat and a bowl of water every day, and don't let him starve to death. The next time a caravan comes, sell him as a slave. ”

At the gate of the tribe, a minotaur on duty stepped forward, stretched out his thick arm to lift Ronald up, and said with a humble smile: "It's okay to be locked in the shed, right?"

"Just don't let him die......"

Luca picked up Ronald, shook his head, thought for a while and said: "It shouldn't be dead, there are only a few jackals in the shed recently, and I plan to train a few little ones who are about to become adults." ”

Lukka looked at Ronald and said in a confirmed tone, "It's not going to die, it's just a few jackals......"

Jackal?

Ronald's eyes widened suddenly, was this going to lock him up in the beast pen?

However, Lukka was clearly not prepared to consider Ronald's feelings, and with him in his hands, he turned and walked towards the tribe.

Ronald wanted to speak, but he couldn't bear to be locked up in the beast pen. Even if you are locked up in the animal pen, you can't be locked up with a few jackals......

However, Lukka suddenly ran quickly, and threw Ronald on his shoulder, and the strong muscles pressed against Ronald's ribs like rocks, and the broken ribs came with a sharp pain like tearing, making Ronald snort and block back what he was about to say.

There are no houses in the Iron Horn Tribe, most of them are leather tents that have been erected, and occasionally a few wooden stakes have been used to lay the foundation, and the relatively sturdy tents built are considered 'luxurious' buildings in the tribe.

Soon, Lukka came to a fence tightly fenced with 2-meter-high wooden stakes, and a gate opened open, which had been lowered.

Lukka stepped forward, bent over, reached into a groove under the gate, and with a thrust of his arm, the log gate was lifted.

I saw a few gray-furred jackals lying on their stomachs or lying inside, staring with a pair of eyes full of vigilance.

Lukka didn't care about the jackals, and with a flick of his arm, he threw Ronald into the gate.

"Stay in here, someone will bring you food and drink tomorrow morning!" Lukka let go of the gate and turned to leave.

Ronald lay on the ground and groaned, and the broken rib, which had been slightly healed, broke again, even worse than before. Looking at the gate that had fallen, Ronald rolled over and sat on the ground, took two deep breaths, suppressed the pain from his ribs, and looked over to a few jackals.

Jackals, also known as jackals and gray wolves...... Slightly smaller than wolves, but also ferocious, preferring to follow the wolves and prey on their own.

The wolves, which were obviously adult wolves, slowly got up from the ground when they saw Ronald being thrown in, staring fiercely at Ronald and letting out an inexplicable growl from their mouths.

Ronald adjusted his sitting position, exhaled lightly, looked at the very unfriendly jackals, and then raised his right hand and raised a middle finger fiercely.

The Mithril Enchanted Armor had been deformed by the violent impact, and was now being ripped off by the Minotaurs.

The Qingshuang Sword was also lost, I don't know if it was lost in the grass or fell into the hands of those minotaurs.

But fortunately, the power gloves were still honestly put on Ronald's left arm, and the cold gloves brought Ronald a sense of security.

The jackal let out a low roar and slowly approached Ronald in an extremely unfriendly manner. As a beast that likes to follow the wolves to hunt and feed, the single threat of the jackal is actually not high, far worse than the wolf pack, but this does not mean that the jackal is weak, once they are ruthless, they are also difficult to deal with.

However, these are all compared to ordinary people, for the silver-level Ronald, even when he is seriously injured, he will not take these jackals in his eyes.

Ronald hooked his finger provocatively at the jackal: "Come here, my chest hurts at this moment, you only have one chance......"

Several jackals seemed to appreciate Ronald's contempt and disdain, and they threw themselves on the ground, put on a killing posture, and rushed towards Ronald.

The jackal pounced, then flew upside down at an even faster speed...... Hearing only a scream, the jackal's body rolled on the ground a few times, and he collapsed to the ground on all fours, with a low moan coming out of his mouth, and the blood had stained the ground red.

But by this time, the second jackal had already pounced, and Ronald raised his left arm, and there was a sharp pain in his chest, but he forcibly pressed it down. The fighting spirit was poured into the fist glove, and a punch hit the jackal's neck, only to hear the sound of broken bones, and the jackal fell to the ground without even having a chance to scream.

The remaining jackals held their feet violently, looking at Ronald with some fear, and let out an inexplicable roar from their mouths, as if they were fearful, and as if they were warning.

Ronald looked at them, smiled disdainfully, and then smiled self-deprecatingly: "Have I fallen to the point where I have to fight a few animals?" Shaking his head, Ronald picked up the dead jackal carcass at his feet, grabbed the skin on his neck with his left arm and tore it hard, tearing half of the jackal's skin from the neck, revealing the bloody flesh inside.

Ronald grabbed the jackal and lifted it up, brought it to his mouth, and began to gulp the blood that flowed out, and then bit down on the jackal's flesh and tore off a piece.