In the summer, compared to the abundant rainfall in the south, this year in the north is a drought that occurs once in 20 years. Such a harsh climate gave the Great Chief of the tribe an excellent reason for Blood Roar to wage war against the southern humans.

Livestock starved to death because they had no lawns, rivers even dried up in some places, and tens of thousands of orc refugees poured in from the west, and these sudden arrivals gave Bloodroar an unexpected reward.

"Fellow orcs, in order to survive the power, we must go south to win the land that belongs to us, where there is abundant food and water, we need to survive, so we must fight!"

Haresim, the last shaman of the orc tribe (Kumai left the tribe at an early age), clearly heard the last war agitation of the orc chieftain. However, the helpless and weak shaman did not dare to make any noise, because he had long since become the puppet of the Great Chief of Bloodroar, and as long as Bloodroar was willing, he could even take his life at any time, and no one dared to object.

Just a month later, a large number of orc troops set out from the northern city of Hadrian and marched south to attack human towns, and in just half a month, twenty-three human towns fell, including two large cities - Yamrit and Claiston.

Hundreds of thousands of human civilians were displaced in this orc raid.

The frontier town of Chesem was crowded with civilians and nobles who had fled the war.

"King Rowan, the orc army has captured Amrit, less than ten kilometers from the city of Chetsum. Huge numbers of refugees poured into the city of Chetsum, where the streets were almost empty of civilians fleeing. ”

The majestic and ornate city of Taystum, the capital of the southern kingdom of man. Jason, a military officer, was standing in a huge council hall paved with white marble, reporting to the regent Rowan on the battle situation on the front line. Or not a war situation, but a tragic situation.

......

Silence, after a full three minutes of silence, the regent Rowan, who was dressed in gorgeous costumes, slowly spit out a few words, "Gather all the councilors and discuss a plan to deal with the orcs overnight tonight." ”

......

On the other side of the continent, under the same starry night sky, Abdul-Jabbar and his good friend, Paladin, wandered on the plains of Thor, eighty kilometers away from the city of Chetham.

After entering the plains, Jabbar and Paladin were in a better situation, at least once the orc pursuers arrived, they could quickly find that as long as they found a tree to rest at night, and one sat on the tree and stood guard, they could see if there were pursuers in the distance. Orcs are naturally poor at night, so like humans, they must light torches at night so that Jabbar and Baladin can easily spot them and escape.

However, the plains are good for spotting pursuers and escaping, but not for hunting...... Orcs are explosive, but their stamina is not. In terms of explosiveness, no matter how fast Abdul-Jabbar and Baladin run, they are not as fast as those zebras and bison on the grassland. So food sources became a big problem.

At this time, Abdul-Jabbar always thought of the elven sister Raphael, those days in the moonlit glades were so good, even in the winter, when there were no animals to hunt, they still had all kinds of ways to get food. With the experience of elven rangers living in the forest for many years, they can be said to have no worries about food and clothing, and they have a partner and sustenance emotionally, as well as Raphael's beautiful face and moving figure. Every time I think about it, Abdul-Jabbar cried. I haven't seen Raphael for half a year, and I don't know how she is now......

On the fifth day, time flies, and when five days and nights have passed, this time, Jabbar and Paladin are really exhausted, and the food they brought from the jungle has been eaten, and they will starve to death here if they do not find any food for two days!

"Baladin, I think we'd better go back to the cave, at least last time, we found the mushroom there. ”

Blinded by his hungry mind, Abdul-Jabbar couldn't take it anymore and began to try to convince his best friend Baladin to turn back.

"You mean the cave we passed through two days ago?"

"Or what cave?"

In the face of Baladin's questioning, Abdul-Jabbar replied cautiously.

"**Yes, we finally got here, and now you want to go back again?**, you are the one who said that you were going to the south to find humans, and now you are the one who said that you are going to turn back halfway. Barr, can you look like a man and don't be so cringe-intimidating. I'm just hungry for two days, and I'm about to get out of this plain!"

Hearing Abdul-Jabbar's suggestion, Baradin was immediately annoyed and scolded loudly.

"But, if we go on like this, in less than two days, we will starve to death on this plain, unless you go and catch a wild horse and come back, do you have a way?"

Facing the angry Baladin, Abdul-Jabbar asked innocently.

"Well, you're right. Alas, the journey was more difficult than we had imagined. ”

Abdul-Jabbar's words were more rational, and Baladin felt some truth when he heard it, so he helplessly shook his shoulders and sighed.

"It's okay, at least so far, there have only been two waves of attacks. And no beast dares to touch us. ”

“......”

Paladin was speechless.

"Alright, that's it, we'll go back to that cave early tomorrow morning and dig some mushrooms. I know we don't like that thing, but now that we're on the run, we can't catch prey, so we have to make do with it. ”

The food dilemma is always the adventurer's worst enemy, even with the big orcs like Jabbar and Baladin. In the end, Jabbar succumbed to the most basic physiological need—a stomach.