After some bargaining, Yang Ling exchanged two thousand sets of weapons and armor for a full eight black pulp tree seedlings and ten black pulp melons. In addition, with his promise, the Fox Clan Elder was ready to move some of his clansmen to settle in Visen Town, mainly some old people and children. After all, in the Ladakh Mountains, there is little guarantee of safety or life. But Weisen Town is different, there are large areas of uncultivated fertile land in the suburbs, as long as you are not afraid of hard work, you will definitely not worry about not having food for the winter. With a large group of fierce warriors in charge, it is believed that no one dares to invade or rob, which is much safer than in the Ladakh Mountains. "Lord Lord, the black pulp saplings grow slowly, if you can find a lot of sulfur, maybe you will be able to harvest some black pulp melons in a few years!" After securing a large number of weapons and armor for the tribe and a good way for the clan, the Fox Clan elder was excited and reminded Yang Ling loudly. "Didn't you say that there was a sulfur mine nearby, why bother looking for it everywhere?" Yang Ling was a little puzzled, since there was a large sulfur mine nearby, why didn't the orcs dig it on a large scale and vigorously cultivate the slow-growing black pulp tree? Could it be that in terms of cultivating saplings, what other skills did the half-orcs hide? Looking at the eight priceless saplings, and then looking at the elated fox clan elders and kobold elders, Yang Ling didn't feel like it. For the sake of the future of the clan, for the prosperity of the tribe, the orcs have no need, and they definitely don't dare to play anything with themselves. Seeing that Yang Ling was puzzled and sighed, the Fox Clan elder spoke slowly. It turned out that the orcs had moved here from the vicinity of Alashan Pass many years ago, and soon after they arrived, they sent people to survey the surrounding terrain and found the Teutonic Valley, which was gloomy all year round. There are not only large sulfur mines inside, but also a lot of rare spars, but unfortunately monsters are rampant, and the scouts have no ability to penetrate at all. "A few years ago, our tribe went to the Teutonic Valley in a big way, preparing to completely rid it of monsters and monsters. Unexpectedly, there were more than 300 people, but in the end, only a few people survived, and even a few great sword masters and great magician-level warriors were unfortunately killed. The strength of the tribe has plummeted since then!" The Fox Clan elder unbuttoned his shirt as he spoke, and Yang Ling looked at it intently, and there was a shocking scar on his chest. It was like being wounded by a sharp blade, and it was like being wounded by the claws of some wild beast. Even a few Great Sword Masters and Great Magicians were unfortunately killed? Originally, Yang Ling didn't take the demonic beasts in the Teutonic Valley very seriously, but after understanding the experience of the half-orcs, he couldn't help but become solemn. A single Great Sword Master or Great Magician may not be very terrifying, but with the assistance of more than three hundred samurai, several Great Sword Masters and Great Magicians can definitely exert great combat effectiveness. "Your lord, you must not trespass into the Teutonic Valley, which is full of corpses and bones. For thousands of years, I don't know how many warriors or magicians have died in it!" The elder of the fox clan had a solemn face, and after a pause, he continued: "The Teutonic Valley is a place of death within a radius of hundreds, or even thousands of miles. As far as I know, there are several corpses of Juggernauts and Magisters just not far from the entrance of the valley, and you must not act recklessly. "And the corpses of a few Sword Saints and Demon Masters?" Yang Ling swallowed with difficulty, compared to the Sword Saint, the strength of the Great Sword Master was not half a point. If even a few Sword Masters and Magisters were unfortunately killed inside, the demonic beasts of the Teutonic Valley were really terrifying. Could it be that there are eighth-order, or even ninth-order demonic beasts in the valley? Thinking of the terrifying hydra monster at the beginning, Yang Ling's face became more and more solemn. If it is an eighth-order demonic beast, maybe it will still have the strength to fight, but if there is a ninth-order demonic beast in it, then it can only run as far as it can, and if it rushes into the valley, it will only send it to death like a moth to a fire. "According to various circumstances, in addition to the large group of mid-level demonic beasts in the Teutonic Valley, there is at least one high-level demonic beast above the end of the eighth order!" "Holding the staff in his hand, remembering the tragic battle many years ago, the fox clan elder looked desolate, "Unless you are a saint-level master, don't want to move freely in the valley; if there is a saint-level master, we half-orcs will not have no status and dignity like today!" Speaking of the saint-level masters, all the surrounding half-orcs were overshadowed, and some even secretly cried on the spot. For thousands of years, among the huge number of races, both humans and orcs have produced saint-rank warriors or magicians, but only half-orcs have made no achievements. For thousands of years, in order to change the plight of the clansmen, there have been countless half-orcs who have cultivated frantically. But whether it is a smart fox man or an infinitely powerful minotaur, at most, he can only cultivate to the realm of a sword master or a mage. In the face of powerful humans and orcs, there is no power to change anything. For thousands of years, the Holy Order has become an unattainable dream for them! In order to break through the threshold one day, I don't know how many orcs have endured humiliation and stubbornly survived. Unfortunately, thousands of years later, no orc has been able to break through the high threshold. "Thousands of years ago, the powerful orcs ruled most of the territory of the continent, and humans could only live in the barren mountains and mountains. However, since the sudden appearance of the powerful Holy See in the human race and the birth of several Saint-level masters, everything has changed!" The Fox Clan Elder said in a low tone and slowly began the legend recorded in the classics. Thousands of years ago, the Holy See of Light suddenly appeared on the continent, and a group of fanatical believers and powerful missionaries appeared. No one knows the background and origin of the Holy See, let alone what secrets are hidden behind the Holy See. As soon as the Holy See appeared, it sent the Holy Rank masters to kill and assist the human race to break through the defense line of the Orc Empire, and launched an unprecedented fierce battle with the powerful Orcs. Although the orcs are powerful, they cannot withstand the onslaught of humans year after year. Slowly, most of the continent's territories began to fall, and eventually, they were even forced to the inhospitable Kabas Plateau by the human coalition. In war, the destructive power of the Holy Rank Master is extremely terrifying, whether it is a Holy Rank Warrior or a Holy Rank Magician, all of them can kill thousands of enemy soldiers in an instant. In the later stages of the war, it was precisely when someone in the Orc Empire had advanced to the Holy Rank that he could reach an agreement with the greedy humans to reach an armistice. "Oh, how many Saint-rank masters are there on the continent now?" Yang Ling didn't care much about the ethereal legend, he just wanted to know how many Saint-rank masters were still alive in the world. After taking a deep breath, the Fox Clan Elder said, "Legend has it that there are at least three Saint Rank in the world right now. The Holy Lucia Holy Order Magician of the Bantu Empire, the Nestor Holy Order Swordsman of the Rus Empire, and the Beastmaster of the Orc Empire. Legend has it that the Pope of the Holy See has also reached the Holy Rank, which is even more terrifying than the ordinary Holy Order!" Saint Lucia, Néstor, Beast King, Pope, Yang Ling didn't say a word, and secretly remembered the names and identities of these people. Perhaps, after cultivating to the realm of soul witch or witch god, he can also have the strength of the holy rank! Yang Ling believed that the witchcraft he cultivated was definitely not under any fighting spirit or magic in this world, and it was even much more powerful and mysterious. With perseverance, the Holy Rank may not be far away. Although he understood that there were many crises in the Teutonic Valley, he still did not give up, and after bidding farewell to the elders of the fox clan, he commanded the army to quickly rush to the Teutonic Valley more than ten miles away. The power of the black pulp melon was too tempting, and in order to speed up the growth rate of the black pulp sapling, and in order to form a strategic bomber force with unparalleled attack power, he decided to grit his teeth and gamble. Although it was midday, the Teutonic Valley was still overcast with a thick layer of black clouds. From a distance, it looks like a huge mushroom cloud, and when you look closely, it looks like a ferocious beast. The closer you get to the Teutonic Valley, the fewer beasts will infest, and the temperature will get colder and colder. Even in their thick cotton robes, the elven archers shivered from time to time with cold, even the able-bodied barbarians. "Master, the front is very dangerous, be careful!" With his natural intuition, the two-headed ogre Braska sensed an unknown danger, and strode over as he spoke, holding a huge mace and following behind Yang Ling. Ever since Yang Ling had arranged for people to send all the old, weak, sick and disabled ogres back to Wesen Town, he had become more loyal, and even if his soul was not in Yang Ling's hands, he was willing to follow his allegiance. "Agusu, send five more scouts, be sure to find out the outer situation of the Teutonic Valley within two hours!" Yang Ling said as he summoned all the Demon Beast armies, for some reason, he had a very bad feeling. After flying out for two miles, the horned bee beast felt very difficult, and the image transmitted back became more and more blurry, as if something was shielding its mental power. The closer he got to the Teutonic Valley, the more he felt that something was wrong. The effective distance between the horned bee beast and itself has dropped sharply from two miles to a short distance of more than eight hundred meters, and in addition, there is a feeling of being spied on, as if some monster is coldly observing its every move. That feeling, as if being targeted by a vicious poisonous snake, will not linger no matter what. Smelling the increasingly thick smell of sulfur in the air, looking at the trembling goblins and nervous elven archers, and then looking at the restless army of demonic beasts that instinctively sensed danger, Yang Ling couldn't help but hesitate. Brimstone was important, but it wouldn't be worth it if it caused heavy losses! Without the Warcraft army and the powerful force, he couldn't imagine how bad the situation in Wesson Town would be. Not to mention the unrelenting Bantu people, I'm afraid that even the Rus people will be ready to move, and even the mercenaries and adventurers in the town of Wieson will have other ideas. In the world, there are no eternal friends, only eternal interests! Today, the Russ and themselves join hands against the Bantu, and tomorrow they may be able to stick a knife in their back; today, Hayl Bailey is fully supportive, and if she loses heavy losses and loses control of the town of Wiesen, maybe she will turn around. Even, even the elven archers and barbarians will say goodbye without saying goodbye, and the mountains and rivers will be exhausted. Only domesticated demonic beasts are his true reliance! Yang Ling understands that before cultivating to a high level, the army of demonic beasts is his greatest reliance, and he must not suffer heavy losses.

(To be continued)