Ever since he left the camp, Goron had been a little uneasy, and it wasn't the first time he had gone out because of something, and the Bloodhammer Camp had been operating normally before. However, at present, the whole camp is in a stage where various races have begun to communicate, although he gritted his teeth and decided to leave, but now that he is really leaving, he will suffer from both gains and losses.

Of course, he didn't do nothing. Now the most troublesome thing in the blood mallet camp is the three views and other races are completely different from the harpy, this group is only male and female, of course, the race of the matrilineal society has a natural contradiction with other patrilineal races.

In addition, what has made these eagles nervous recently is the salted dried fish made by the blood slaughter. The quality of the salt on the Osim plateau is so poor that even the natives sometimes find it difficult to eat. Fortunately, as a special chef of the Blood Mallet Clan, Blood Slaughter solved this problem by creating something like salted fish, which was widely praised among the masses. However, this harmless thing has conquered the attention of the birds who live in the cave every day, and if it weren't for the wit of Steelmane, the Bloodhammer Clan would probably have broken out into a civil war the moment he was not paying attention.

Counting on the so-called "sanity" and "compromise" of Blood Feather is completely impossible when looking back at the glorious achievements of the birds in the Gobi for thousands of years.

In order to avoid this, he forced the bloody slaughter with a kitchen knife - he put a stone mallet on the kitchen knife, let him make a considerable amount of salted fish before leaving, and took another group of salted fish loyal fans, the white bears, before leaving the clan in trepidation.

If he allowed this group of bear children to stay in the camp and organize a group to steal salted fish in the middle of the night every day, Goron felt that the world's first bear thieves might be born in his hands.

There is another reason for Golon's restlessness. The troll witch doctor Haka, who had made a deep impression on him, was getting sicker. When he had basically solved the plague, Ukka, who had returned to the Shadow Clan, sent him a scroll of letters with fire bats telling him the news.

The Shadow Clan and the Bloodhammer Clan are not far from each other, and in terms of the strength of the ogre's feet, it is a journey of three to three hundred days, and the exact time depends entirely on the mood of the ogres - whether they will be sleepy on the way. Are you attracted by the delicious meat that suddenly appears, or do you forget your original purpose while walking?

Fortunately, this time it was Goron who took the lead, and he was very familiar with every star in Osim's sky, and there was no problem with the direction.

Goron was still far away from the Shadow Camp when he was stopped by a troll patrol. However, unlike at the beginning, this time the patrol team was more young faces. In front of the team led by Goron, who was generally above three meters and a half tall, almost half of the troll warriors subconsciously raised their weapons.

"Who is your captain? I am Goron the Soul Breaker, the Grand Chief of Osim. ”

Goron smiled softly and said slowly as the trolls trembled.

"You are. Soul Breaker...... Goron... Chief?"

An older-looking troll stepped forward with an axe in hand and stumbled at Goron.

"Soul Breaker !!"

"Goron!!

Hearing the familiar words, the ogres suddenly became a lot more energetic, and they all patted their chests and roared, and the white bears who reacted followed and patted the bear's paws and coaxed on the side.

"Quiet!"

As soon as Goron turned his head, his gentle smile instantly solidified into pure hideousness, and the entire team died down in an instant, leaving only one or two slow-reacting fools still roaring at the top of their throats.

After quieting them down one by one with a stone mallet, Ge solemnized a kind smile and said to the trolls, who were already shaking out of human shape:

"I'm going to visit your patriarch, please take us to the Shadow Clan's camp. ”

Follow the trolls around the Shadow Clan's camp twice. Goron pretended not to notice that the troll captain had secretly sent a letter to the camp with fire bats at night, and finally met the party that had come to greet him on the morning of the third day.

"Lord Goron, it's a pleasure to see you. ”

Woking slammed the velociraptor beneath him, a happy smile on his face.

"Wo... Fertile... Fertile... Wo..."The captain who reported the news from before hurriedly ran to him and stumbled for a moment, "Lord Woking, you are finally here. ”

'He's good, Woking. ”

"I'm sorry, Lord Goron. Woking's face was a little embarrassed, but it quickly turned into pride in Goron's sincere gaze, "Don't be afraid. Warrior, you have done a great job of keeping your people safe!"

"Yes, Lord Woking!" the troll's pale face finally turned a little blue, and he slammed his hand into the heart at Goron. After a moment's hesitation, the ogre warrior roared loudly, "I'm so sorry!

Goron smiled and nodded, and followed Woking as he began to walk in the direction of the clan.

"That's Soul Breaker Goron, he really has two heads. Someone on the patrol exclaimed in a low voice.

"That's right, this is Soul Breaker Goron. A two-headed ogre sacrifice. It is also us now, the Great Chief of the Osim Tribe. The troll captain let out a long sigh of relief.

The camp of the trolls soon appeared in front of Goron, and the moment he saw it, Goron was even a little faintly shocked, the tattered deadwood clan that they had smashed at the beginning, the small village in the forest, had been surrounded by tall wooden wall stacks at this time, and the banner of "barbecue and stone mallet" he had drawn before, and another temperament with strange eyes crossed and fluttered in the wind on the wall, it was hard to imagine that these trolls had just settled on Osim.

Goron thought about the camp of the blood mallet, and decided that it was more comfortable to stop thinking, and he must not turn his head to look at the group of fools who were following him, what was wrong with people being kind to themselves in life?

"Chief Goron, you're finally here. ”

Ion walked beside Goron, and because of his height, the face that was obviously a lot haggard was not visible to Goron now, but from the tone of the troll patriarch, he could still hear the lingering tiredness.

The Shadow Clan's camp was also a dreary atmosphere, and while the presence of Goron and his party surprised the trolls, few of them stopped by the side of the road to examine their group of outsiders with interest. They now felt like a pack of frightened beasts, at least at the slightest hint of the wind and grass, they would quickly hide in the shadows.

Sure enough, it's troublesome.

Goron felt his two faces twitch a little, if he really wanted to say that the culprit was "the head", the avalanche that wiped out an entire generation of warriors of the Shadow Clan, he was responsible.

After all, he had two heads compared to two elven mages. (To be continued.) )