A cacophony of sounds woke Ite from her sleep, and it was still pitch black, and a few faint starlights were still flashing in mid-air, but the hazy light in the distant sky began to loom, heralding the dawn of imminent dawn.

The wilderness of early winter is bleak, and the whining wind brings a chill, especially before dawn, which is the coldest time of the day.

The sleepy-eyed and fluffy Iter curled up and tried to tuck the dusty blouse on her body, trying to retain the warmth that she was trying to slip away.

Raising his head and looking at the dim small lake not far away, several thin figures seemed to be fetching water, and the sound of the collision between the barrels, The sound of splashing water when entering the water and the laborious shouting of kobolds as they laboriously lifted the barrel filled with lake water, broke the pre-dawn calm, and also made the originally sleeping giant wolves raise their heads vigilantly, look around, and then lazily stand up, whining and roaring, stretching their resting bodies, running back and forth, so that the whole camp gradually began to wake up, starting a new day.

Grunting dissatisfiedly, Ite rolled over a little irritably, raised her hands and squeezed her ears, wanting to continue her interrupted sleep. But the companions who were also woken up next to him sat up one after another, and between getting up, the warmth that had been snuggled together and finally gathered dissipated, and also made the wish of Ite, who originally wanted to continue to take a nap, was disappointed, and a chill hit, Ite couldn't help but shiver a few times in a row, pouting helplessly, yawning, rubbing his sour eyes, and slowly sat up from the soft haystack reluctantly.

When the first rays of the morning sun pierced through the mist that permeated the ground and sprinkled on the dead grass with white frost flowers, all the human captives were tied to the backs of giant wolves under the supervision of werewolf warriors, and with the shouts of the wolf knight riding the black giant wolf in the lead, the team marched towards the depths of the grassland again, but the difference was yesterday that the human warriors who had been placed in the pocket bed due to serious injuries did not follow the team anymore, and seemed to be left in the small tribe。

After several days of westward travel, passing several similar orc tribes as camps for overnight rest, the team seemed to have chosen their route carefully along the way, far bypassing the large populous tribes and choosing sparsely populated areas.

There are also several werewolf warriors in this team who can understand human language, and can give instructions in human language with a strange tone, instructing these human captives how to move during a short break and camping at night, during which Ite has been looking for an opportunity to get close to Poole, but the two are far apart, and the werewolf warriors have also consciously guarded the captives separately, so they have not succeeded, just look at each other from a distance through the crowd, and report each other's safety.

Finally, on the evening of the fifth day, Ate, who had gradually adapted to the bumps on the wolf's back, saw the silhouette of a large-scale tribe in the endless grassland ahead.

This is a strange tribe, different from the casual and messy arrangement of ordinary orc tribes, and it looks exceptionally neat and orderly from a distance.

A high fence enclosed the entire tribe by thick tree trunks, which isolated the tribe from the surrounding open grasslands, and the bark of the trunks was not stripped off, but the tips were sharpened into the shape of spears to prevent climbing in and out.

On the outside of the fence there is also a ring of wooden horses, the outward-facing section is also sharpened, and the whole area is guarded by arches, except for the horses placed near the camp gate are tilted away for access.

Facing the direction of the procession, there was a gate with a wooden arch guarding the battlement, and next to the gate, like the other orc tribes, a tall wooden pole was erected, and at the top of the wooden pole was a string of animal skins, swinging back and forth in the cold wind, and from a distance, there was a faint figure swaying back and forth in the battlements on the gate, as if to act as a guard. The whole tribe looked like a military camp, and I don't know where in this grassland could I have cut down so many trees to build this strange tribal camp.

It was as if the sentinels of the tribe had noticed the approaching procession, and several long, loud trumpets rang out from the camp and spread across the open grassland, with great clarity.

In the distance, the gate of the camp slowly opened, and a group of giant wolf knights galloped out in the direction of this team.

Under the leadership of the leader of the wolf knights riding the black giant wolf, the original galloping team gradually slowed down, and the giant wolves and wolf knights who had been silent along the way seemed to be restless when they just saw the camp in the distance, and when they heard the loud horn, they raised their heads in the gallop, and let out a sharp howl to the sky, and the terrible roar was full of excitement and longing, echoing the howl of the wolf knights on the opposite side.

Just as the galloping wolf riders were about to touch the returning team, they split in two like a spring of rapid water meeting stones, and then they skillfully turned around, and protected the returning team tightly, and talked loudly to each other, and the meaning of affection and joy was overflowing. Led by the werewolf knights, the team rushed straight into the camp with a chaotic clamor of shouts.

It was a huge camp, with a tall wooden tower standing above the gate, and two kobolds in animal skins with wooden sticks waving and shouting feverishly at the entering procession, like a warrior celebrating the return of a full load.

A wide road divided the whole camp neatly into two parts, and the two sides of the road were covered with tents made of various animal skins, large and small, and countless figures ran out of each tent, gathered on both sides of the street, waving their arms wildly, shouting loudly in a language that Itet did not understand, and followed the team towards the center of the camp.

Ite looked at the orcs around in horror, and at a glance they were almost all tall werewolves and giant wolves running back and forth, some of them were covered with rudimentary leather armor or tattered fur, and some were defenseless at all, and their shiny hair seemed to be gilded with a layer of golden light in the light of the setting sun. There are also many kobolds who are short in stature and clearly different from werewolves, and some fox people who have a human face but a pair of big furry ears that are tightly wrapped in the fur of unknown animals, and dotted among the crowded beasts.